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There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!

May 10 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother.

We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.

Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself to building the motherland tomorrow?

There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement.

Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face her harshness sincerely and feel her sunny inner world. ...

Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!

On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth!

Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree!

Students, where do we come from? When we hear this question, we will definitely say that our parents brought us into this world. Yes, one day more than ten years ago, our parents greeted us with tears and happy smiles. But from the moment we came into this world, our parents had an extra heavy job-taking care of us. Although the burden was heavy, my parents raised me without complaint. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, they always work so hard and hard. When I was a child, I always took it for granted, because I didn't understand and didn't know the hard work of my parents. Now, when I grow up, I know that I should be considerate of my parents with a grateful heart, and I should take care of and honor my parents.

Last Sunday was my sixteenth birthday. On that day, my first thought was to thank my parents, because my parents gave me the opportunity to experience the warmth and coldness of life and enjoy the joy and happiness of life in this colorful world. They gave me life and meticulous care. When children are happy, they are happiest with their parents. When children are depressed, they are most concerned about their parents. As deep as licking calves, the love of parents is as deep as the sea. Therefore, regardless of parents' social status, knowledge level and other qualities, they are our greatest benefactors in this life and people worthy of our love forever.

But, classmates, have you ever asked yourself: How much do I care about my parents? Have you noticed your parents' birthdays? There is a folk proverb: children's birthdays, mothers' hard days. On your birthday, have you ever thought about letting your mother be born with the pain of death? Have you ever really blessed your mother? China is an ancient civilization, which has emphasized filial piety since ancient times. Confucius said, "You must know your parents' age. One is happy and the other is afraid. "In other words, parents are healthy and children should always care about them. However, it is reported that this year's sampling survey in a middle school in Beijing shows that nearly 50% of students don't know their parents' birthdays, let alone celebrate their parents' birthdays. Students, maybe a blessing is nothing to yourself, but for parents, it is better than anything and unforgettable, which is enough to make them cry!

Filial piety is the foundation of being a man. Only those who know how to be grateful to their parents can be regarded as complete people. Students, let's learn to be grateful to our parents! Treat our parents with a grateful heart and communicate with them with a sincere heart. Don't take it for granted that everything our parents do for us. They brought us to this beautiful world, which is great enough, and they raised us without asking for anything in return. Let's stop asking for their contributions. Gratitude, thank your parents for their bit by bit.

Here, I wish all parents in the world health! Happy! ! ! !

It's May when carnations are fragrant, and Mother's Day, which is getting farther and farther away from mother, is coming. I am envious and sad when people of different ages are busy buying flowers for my mother.

I really want to buy a bunch of bright red flowers for my mother. She liked flowers best, especially carnations. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to celebrate Mother's Day for my mother.

Seeing the children holding flowers and smiling, I am happy for their mother. Blessed is their mother, who can get precious and heavy love from her children in her lifetime!

I looked at everyone and every flower greedily. I hope they can continue and pass on this love. However, many people forget Mother's Day!

In fact, it is not terrible to forget the festival, but to forget the mother. No mother will blame her children for not receiving flowers on Mother's Day, but she will miss her children every day! Even without flowers, she will be satisfied to see her children healthy and happy. Therefore, people with mothers must visit your mother often, no matter what festivals!

Maybe you can't buy her flowers, but you can do many things to make her happy. Help her with housework, hit her on the back, and even watch TV with her … All the simplest things are holiday gifts you gave her!

Probably the most common time, when you take care of him (her) and children, you don't need to prepare special gifts. As long as you all go to see her, she will happily cook the best food for you and touch your children's heads with rough and wrinkled hands. That kind of caress will make you feel sweet in your heart, as if I had touched you in the past. After the short visit, your mother will look back on the experience of the day with a smile. Perhaps, it is the most common time for you to go home to visit relatives, which will make your mother excited and happy for a long time!

Maybe when you just get home on a holiday, she will take the bag in your hand in surprise and pat the dust on your body. Then, she will squint at a few white hairs on your head, fondle your hand lovingly, and advise you to learn to take care of yourself as if you were a child who will never grow up. Before I leave, I will definitely give you a thousand exhortations. Your peace is her gift! Then, she will worry about you, waiting for your news, she will be in a daze on the phone, waiting for your next gift! ! probably ...

So I think, love your mother, don't wait for any holiday, just become a mere formality! Of course, Mother's Day is the most memorable day. But why don't we regard every day of 365 days as Mother's Day? Let our mother enjoy the happiness of loving children every day! Although busy, I miss my mother in my heart, a short word of concern and a gentle look. Who can say it's not a mother's day gift? Although the distance is far away, I miss my mother very much, and my mother's phone will ring sweetly. Who can say that distant greetings and news of peace are not your mother's day gifts? Although money is tight and not plentiful, as long as I miss my mother psychologically, the cheapest cake and the most common fruit are all heavy in my mother's hands. Who can say that they are not the most precious mother's day gifts!

I want to plant a carnation in everyone's heart, let it bloom every day, and always remind the children as children: as long as they are free, give their mothers a holiday! Don't choose a date, don't set a date. As long as you are free, that day is your mother's mother's day!

Motherly love is like a ubiquitous rope.

A few hours later, my mother and I went to buy a newspaper. I suddenly found a shiny one-dollar coin lying quietly beside the newsstand. I broke my mother's hand and ran to step on the coin, with a small plan in my heart. At this time, my mother came and bent down, moved my leg, picked up the coin and handed it to the newspaper buyer. I saw the man thanking me again and again, and my mother took me home by the hand. From then on, I know that maternal love is like a rope tied to a small tree, which makes it grow straight.

Later, I went to primary school, and something happened that I will never forget. I failed a math exam in the third grade of primary school, and only two or three students in my class passed. Besides, I was just a few minutes away from the passing line, so I didn't care. As usual, I reported other people's scores first, and then took out my paper for my mother to sign. To my surprise, my mother's face lost her usual kindness and her eyes burned like fire. I cried in a friendly way, defending myself while crying, and once again, there are still many people who are not as good as me. But she only threw me one sentence: why can't someone pass you? How many people have you seen walking backwards? Look ahead and go faster and further. From then on, I understood that if you want to make progress, you must look forward. I pulled back from the cliff, and my mother's love is as important as a rope.

Before the senior high school entrance examination, I had learned to the point of collapse. Due to excessive tension, my temper became very irritable. Sometimes I quarrel with my mother because of a few words, and even make some unreasonable demands. At that time, I always said to my mother, "If you had a million dollars, I wouldn't have to study so hard." My mother not only doesn't care about me, but also encourages me all the time and never gives me pressure. Her tolerance infected me and made me understand that a happy life was created by myself. Finally, I rewarded her with my own achievements. Motherly love is like a rope, acting as the horizon in the distant horizon, showing me dazzling light and hope.

After high school, my classmates often get together, but my mother never lets me attend. I know she doesn't trust me, but after all, when I am so old, the sacred rope in my heart suddenly becomes a tool to bind me. Finally, once, I persuaded my mother to let me go out to play with some girls, but I had to be home before five o'clock. Happy time always flies. I looked at my watch. It was past five o'clock. I went straight home. Suddenly I found that the figure under the street lamp was my mother. I look down at my watch from time to time, and then tiptoe to the intersection for fear of missing me. When I walked in, she was still holding a French newspaper, and I didn't have to think about it. But this time I'm not impatient, but I have a heat flow in my heart. The rope of maternal love is not a tool to bind me, but to bind my mother and me more tightly.

I have never enjoyed vigorous maternal love, but this ordinary love makes me feel deeper. A mother's love is like a rope, with me at one end and my mother at the other.

A loving mother is affectionate.

I've always wanted to buy a novel with more than one yuan ~ ~ ~ 《 Young Guards 》.

My mother has never given me so much money at a time. I've never asked my mother for so much money at a time.

But I want to have a "juvenile guard" who wants to lose his mind all day.

I heard the continuous broadcast of "Young Guards" from my classmates' radios several times. At that time, my broken radio had been sold and eaten by my brothers and sisters.

I went to the place where my mother worked. I just glanced at the mothers and didn't find my mother.

The noise from seventy or eighty sewing machines is deafening.

"Who are you looking for?"

"looking for my mother!"

"Who is your mother?"

I shouted my mother's name.

"there!"

An old man pointed to the innermost corner.

I walked through rows of sewing machines and went to that corner. I saw an extremely thin man with his back bent and his head close to the sewing machine board. Several light bulbs around me are baking my face.

"Mom ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

"Mom ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

Straighten your back, my mother. Turn around, my mother. Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise. My mother ...

Mother asked loudly, "What are you doing here?"

"I ..."

"Speak quickly, don't delay mom's work!"

"I ... want money ..."

I didn't want to say the word "ask for money", but I did!

"What do you need money for?"

"Buy books ..."

"How much is it?"

"One dollar and fifty cents ..."

Mother reached into her pocket and took out a crumpled wool ticket, counting it with her chapped fingers.

A woman next to her stopped stepping on the sewing machine and leaned down and shouted to her mother, "Sister, don't give it to him! You provide them with clothes, send them to school, and show them casual books! " Then he yelled at me, "How do you think your mother makes money? Do you have the heart to ask your mother for money to buy books? "

Mother has put the money into my hand and said loudly to the woman, "I'm glad he likes reading!" " "

Mother said, and immediately sat down again, immediately bent down, immediately put her head on the sewing machine board, and immediately fell into a busy. ...

That day, I found for the first time that my mother was so thin! That day, for the first time, I felt that I had grown up and should be an adult.

My nose hurt and I ran out with the money. ...

That day, I bought a can of fruit for my mother with that one yuan and fifty cents.

"You this child, who told you to buy me canned fruit! Mom won't give you so much money if you don't talk about buying books! "

My mother scolded me that day. After cursing, I got enough money to buy young guards. I don't think I have the right to use that money to buy other things, whether for myself or for my mother.

In this way, I have my first novel.

Cows and children in maternal love are desperate to stop the waterwheel, even if the owner lashes it hard with a whip, it doesn't care. At this time, it thought to itself: My child wants to drink water! My child wants to drink water! At first, the water carrier thought it was to drink water to quench his thirst, but in fact! Its children, risking their lives to stop the water truck, came to ask for water for the children to drink, but did not even drink a drop of water. I ...

Cows and children in maternal love are desperate to stop the waterwheel, even if the owner lashes it hard with a whip, it doesn't care. At this time, it thought to itself: My child wants to drink water! My child wants to drink water! At first, the water carrier thought it was to drink water to quench his thirst, but in fact! Its children, risking their lives to stop the water truck, came to ask for water for the children to drink, but did not even drink a drop of water.

So is my mother? Whenever I get sick, no matter how expensive the medicine is, she is willing to spend money to treat me. When she is ill, she always says, "Never mind, hang in there!" "Whenever she cooks delicious fish at home, she always puts the freshest piece of fish in my bowl, but eats the almost fleshy fish head on it. I felt sorry for her and said, "Mom, don't eat fish head, have some fish." She always shakes her head and smiles: "No, mom likes to eat fish heads!" " "Whenever I forgot to bring something, she took the trouble to send it to me, but I lost my temper with her:" Why did you send it so late! " "Whenever I failed in the exam, she not only didn't scold me, but also seriously explained the wrong questions to me. Did I ever repay her for being so kind to me? Just like the workhorse in Motherly Love, work hard to repay your children? My mother, work hard and live for it?

Motherly love is like the sun in spring, warming the earth and seedlings. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays!" We should repay our mother with actions and our mother's love with excellent results!

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

Nowadays, we give our mothers more connotations.

We compare our motherland to the mother who raised hundreds of millions of children in China. We are sincere to her and share life and death. For thousands of years, thousands of children ran for help and died generously for the suffering motherland. They spilled blood on the earth, in the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, holding on to the souls of thousands of children in Qian Qian!

We compare the earth to a mother, who has raised all the people in the world. When we look at this beautiful planet from space, we will think that she nurtures all things in the world with deep maternal love, and also makes human beings no longer feel lonely in boundless space.

Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world and interpret the lingering maternal love. The cantata and compulsion between pavilions on the high platform have gradually faded away, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared into oblivion. Only the love of loving mothers has passed through thousands of years of time and space!

It is history that endows maternal love with eternal depth, and it is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their mothers.

Let's give more care to our mothers, and let's say "safe life" to mothers all over the world!

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.

I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says it will rain today ... uh-huh ... you'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.

In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother and took my umbrella with me this morning. Only now did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. It is impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that we have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, the bell rang, and I slowly packed my bag. I walked to the window and listened, but I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some of the students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain, shouting: The feeling of being caught in the rain is really cool! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents are not coming anyway. I squeezed out the "parent wall" and continued to fly in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe a handful of rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "This familiar voice sounds a little weak, and it rings in my ear again." Mom! " "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped in a hurry. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, take the umbrella away quickly." I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had already been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that my mother's face is getting paler and paler, holding her cold hand, and I only feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet. ...

Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of maternal love.

When we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain that our mother loved. Because of the care of maternal love, our saplings thrive. Wind and rain are coming, setbacks are coming, and suffering is coming. Don't be afraid, because there will be maternal love to hold up a sunny day for us.

Do you remember that fairy tale that has been handed down for thousands of years? The mother watered the fruit tree with her own blood, so that her son would not starve to death after fainting. When the son woke up to find his mother, her mother had been buried in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountain turned blood red and dazzling.

The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station report, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire swallowed up the whole building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother ran in the raging fire with all her strength and finally rescued her daughter, while many others were buried in the fire. Later, according to accident experts, it takes three meters to run from mother's house to the outside, and it won't burn. Mother's speed actually broke the world record for long jump.

People are like this, so are animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love just because there is a baby antelope in your stomach? When the old cow in the desert cried and begged the pedestrian to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, wouldn't your heart be shocked by maternal love?

Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, which has made great people's amazing moves, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, enlightened scientists' keen wisdom and enriched our inner feelings. Motherly love is like the stars all over the sky, dotted and reflecting the hearts of each of us.

The world becomes more colorful because of maternal love. Things change, only maternal love can give us magical power, and the glory of maternal love will never change.