Excerpts from maternal love

Motherly love is like the rain and dew in spring, quietly moistening our hearts; Motherly love should calm our hearts with the spring breeze of Xi; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through all difficulties. If maternal love is the blue sky, we are free birds under the sky; If maternal love is a forest, we are happy and unrestrained deer in the forest; If maternal love is the sea, then we are free fish in the water. Everything we have comes from our mother, and maternal love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world.

The sky is overcast and there are signs of rain. I hurried to school. As soon as I entered the classroom, there was "bang" thunder, mixed with bursts of rain, one after another. I saw the sky as dark as ink, and the rain poured down like a waterfall. My head is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in my heart. I'm glad I arrived early and didn't get caught in the rain. Regret the mistake of not bringing an umbrella ...

Time passes quietly like running water. Soon, when school was over, I couldn't help feeling sad when I saw some students being picked up by their parents and some students coming home with umbrellas. Dad is on a business trip, and mom is taking care of grandma in the hospital, so she can't leave. My heart is really sad to the extreme, and my eyes are almost wet.

Just when I was at my wit's end, I met someone I knew very well. She is my mother, and her eyes inadvertently reveal all kinds of doubts and surprises, but more of them contain joy and gratitude. On the way home, although my mother didn't say much, I really felt the most sincere maternal love in the world.

It is not an earth-shattering event for parents to send umbrellas to their children, but can't these reflect the most selfless and sincere maternal love?

Yes, the sweetest word in the world is mother; The best name is, mom; The most selfless and sincere love is "maternal love".

Motherly love contains many flavors. The smell a mother gives her children will help them learn to be strong, endure and enjoy all the beautiful things.

We grew up crying babies. Who hasn't experienced a sad thing? One day, a math problem stumped me. My mother tried her best to explain it to me, but I still looked confused. Mom said, "Just like you, you still get the first place in the exam?" I think I'd better forget it! "This sentence hurts my self-esteem. I pulled myself together, exhausted my brain cells and thought hard, and finally solved the problem. Mom was more excited than me when she saw it. In this matter, my mother taught me to be patient and energetic in an ironic way. This is a taste of maternal love-acid!

Sweetness is another taste of maternal love: it is gentle, just like the spring breeze blowing grass. When my mother took me to travel to Yunnan, my heart was full of pride. I really want to shout proudly to my classmates: "Look, I have been to the south of my motherland!" " "When my mother was sick on the way to the hospital behind my back, I was like a chicken under the warm wings of a hen. At this time, I felt that my mother lit me up like a bright lamp. This is the "sweet" taste of maternal love, which makes me know how to enjoy and be grateful.

Motherly love also has a taste, and that is "bitterness". Grandma has a piece of land. Grandpa wants to grow some vegetables. My mother asked me for help in order to train my viability. After working all afternoon, my waist and legs ache. But my mother was not at all soft-hearted, saying, "When we were young, we did everything, pulling weeds, hoeing fields and harvesting wheat. At home, we have to help adults cook and feed pigs. I want you to learn more life skills! " I calm down and think it over. I think this is also an expression of love. This kind of love made me understand "responsibility" and "survival".

Finally, there is a kind of exciting love-spicy. When I was a child, my mother made me play the piano, and my tears were like broken beads. Even so, my mother made up her mind and forced me to practice again and again. This is how I was pushed to the ninth grade of electronic piano by this "spicy" education, which taught me tenacity and patience.

The feelings expressed by the four flavors of maternal love condense the mother's love for us and contain ardent hopes for us. We should cherish this precious taste, be grateful for maternal love and thank the great mother!