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Thanks for maternal love

Mother is like a wall that blocks the wind and rain and the scorching sun, so that we small saplings that have not withstood the wind and rain can thrive; mother, like kindness The mother bird strokes the feathers of us chicks with her loving hands every day, encouraging me to fight for the sky.

The long river of time has deposited the sand of time, and the passage of time has catalyzed the fluffiness of memory. The mother's heart is filled with love and broadness because of the years and time.

My mother knew that I was very tired from writing every day and was often very close to books, so she made me a pillow out of mung beans to prevent cervical spondylitis. This pillow contains deep maternal love. And things like this are endless...

When I was a child, I was afraid of injections, and I would run away every time I heard about them. However, bad luck always happens to me. The first time I got an injection was in a health center. At first, I was fearless after hearing my mother’s exaggerated remarks. But when I walked to the door of the health center, I felt the crisis and refused to go in. My mother always coaxed me and said: "The injection won't hurt, let's go, otherwise how can I get better from the cold?" I cried loudly, but it still didn't help, so my mother dragged me into the health center. It was time to get the injection, and my mother held me in her arms. The doctor was adjusting the needle. I looked at the sharp needle and sprayed out the medicine, which made me frightened. I quickly said to my mother: "Mom, we won't give the injection. Let's take the medicine." My mother said: "No injection." , I’m going to spank you when I get home!” Mom was not serious, but still had a smile on her face. The doctor came over and tied a rubber tube around my wrist. My hand was sore. My mother encouraged me: "It doesn't matter, just close your eyes and grit your teeth." I did so, and it didn't seem to hurt at all. During the injection, my mother always asked me if it hurt... After the injection, my hand no longer hurt, but there was a pinhole left, which was the input point of maternal love.

Mother is the spring rain, nourishing me, very precious, cannot be measured by money; maternal love is the cocoon, protecting me, very strong, always accompanying me through cloudy days; maternal love is a book, education It is very useful to me, and it instills in me some life enlightenment points.

Confucius once said: "You must not know the age of your parents. One is happy, the other is afraid." And on Mother's Day, he repays her by caring about her health and bringing him a cup of tea. , wash her feet, how warm and gratifying it is for the mother!

And on the occasion of this Mother's Day, I cooked a special dish for my mother—— "Thank you from the heart". The side dishes of this dish include spring bamboo shoots, I hope they can be like spring bamboo shoots after the rain, the longer they grow, the better; there are rice cakes, happy every year; and black rice, potatoes and shredded pork. After cooking the dish, I squeezed it into a heart shape and placed peanuts around it. I brought the dish to my mother solemnly, and my mother ate it bite by bite with a smile on her face. Ah! My mother hasn’t smiled so knowingly for a long time.

Motherly love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. Only by experiencing and feeling with my heart can I be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. On Mother's Day this year, I remembered what a philosopher said: Mother is an endless book.

Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me in my life...