A composition about maternal love?

Maternal love, an eternal topic, can never be explained. It is like the melody of music, sometimes inspiring, inspiring, quiet and comfortable, creating a brand-new self. ?

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I don't know how many white hairs are in the corner of my mother's bun, how many crow's feet are in the corner of my mother's eyes, how much effort my mother has devoted to me and how much sweat she has spilled. But all I know is that my mother gave me her heart. ?

In the past, I always looked dismissive of my mother's love, always impetuous in front of my mother, and I turned a deaf ear to everything my mother said to me. When my mother came to see me, I looked impatient. My mother can only sigh and say, "son, why don't you understand your parents' love for you?" Like an angry lion, I shouted at my mother, "am I thoughtless?" Why can't you see when I understand? Why didn't you consider my feelings when you had a big fight with dad? What do you think I am, air or waste! Do I have a place in your hearts? Do you still know that I have a daughter? " Mother was speechless, and tears flowed from the corner of her eyes, like a waterfall in Lushan Mountain, with a swift current. At this point, my heart twisted tightly. Maybe this word is more suitable to describe my mother. I know what I just said hurt my mother and me. I dare not look into my mother's eyes, and I don't want to see her cry. At this time, there is a powerful force in my heart that drives me to escape from here. I naturally obeyed my own wishes and fled. ?

Back in the dormitory, I pretended nothing happened and talked and laughed with my roommates. I don't know how long my mother will be away from there, but I know she must have come home crying. I don't think my mother will come to see her again. ?

Blink of an eye, it's Saturday again. Today, the weather is particularly bad, foggy and windy, but it doesn't affect parents to visit their children at all. I feel sour when I see the affection of other people's parents and children. I walked to the dormitory in despair. I'm not there anymore. I hope my parents can come to see me. But as soon as I went to bed, I heard someone calling me outside the window. I looked up and it was my mother. I thought it was an illusion. I rubbed my eyes and looked. It's really my mother. Unconsciously, she has reached the door of the dormitory. My mother's lips have turned purple with cold, she is shaking all over, her hands are red with cold, and she is holding my favorite fruits and potato chips. I froze for a while and said, "Mom, you are so cold. Why don't you dress warmly? Why did you come to see me in such a foggy day? " "Your dad said he missed you, let me, your dad is still outside! He has been outside for more than 40 minutes. Go out and see your father. " "Mom, why are you wearing such thin clothes? Aren't you afraid of freezing your body? " "I forgot to wear it. Your father was anxious to see you, so he asked for leave in a hurry. " "I see, then let's go find him." I didn't know what to say when I came to see my father. ?

"Son, is there heating in your dormitory?" It was dad who broke the quiet scene first: "Oh, it's so warm." My answer seems cold. My dad looked at me and said, "What did you say about your mother last time? Your mother has been crying since she came home and didn't tell me why. What are the tangled problems? Let's untie them here today! Do you know how good your mother is to you? She carefully selects each fruit, washes it and dries it before bagging it for you. I nag you every night if you can kick the quilt when you sleep.

Will it freeze? Whenever she sees the weather change, she always says, "Xu, this child doesn't know if he has added clothes." This child loves to follow the trend and watch others. "

If she wears less, she won't wear much. What if it freezes? I can't. I have to see her. I'm still a little uneasy. Your mother didn't trust you to see you that day, did she?

As a result, she came back crying What does your mother usually save on eating and drinking? Isn't it to save a few dollars to buy you something you like to eat? "?

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault, I know. Mom, you have always loved me. I was wrong about you. It's my fault, mom. Will you forgive me? " ?

"Son, what did you say, how can mom blame you? Mom loves you, too! As long as you can understand your mother's kindness to you, your mother doesn't need you to reciprocate, just hope that you can see your smile every time you come to see you. " ?

"Mom, I will, and I will listen to you." ?

"Then let's go, you hurry back to the dormitory!" ?

"Well, I'll see you go back after you leave." ?

On the way back to the dormitory, my tears ran down my cheeks again. It turns out that I have always misunderstood my mother, and my mother's love for me can never be repaid. ?

Heart-to-heart call, love and love transmission, just like notes. Only by piecing them together into a melody can we feel its melodiousness. ?

Love is speechless. Only by exploring with your heart can you realize the meaning of true love. ?

It can be said that every parent takes good care of their children. My parents are only one in the world. Every parent will write an ode to love for their children, and every note is filled with their parents' deep love. It may not play, but it is silently dedicating, waiting and waiting until you find, appreciate and sing. ?

Listen! Did you hear that? Did you hear the melody of maternal love?

Take care of my mother.

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 been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that her face is getting paler and paler, holding her cold hand, and I only feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet …

Motherly love is like a breeze and drizzle. Can't touch, can't see, but let people feel the deep maternal love everywhere.