Motherly love composition (not vulgar; The best prose; 750 words; Urgent)

When my mother's earnest exhortation rings in my ear, my heart will swell with the long-lost expression of my dream, like an emotional waterfall, so that pen and ink will no longer stay without surging.

Mother is like time, which lengthens my memory. Endless is her kind smile, charitable heart and sympathetic feelings ...

My mother's phone call on weekends is a constant sight in my home for many years. Radio waves traveling through time and space, like a warm current, poured into my heart. My mother believes that it is the most beautiful voice in the world, which is a great spiritual comfort to her and a long-term concern for her children. Because she is in her hometown, but her children are far away. Looking at Hong Fei and Castle Peak, I see my mother's broad, selfless and gentle thoughts. She turned her thoughts into the voice of sustenance and waiting, crossed the sea of mother's heart, flew over Qian Shan, and flew all over our hearts. The transmission of "peace and happiness" is enough for my mother to work hard for a whole week without complaint, and it is enough for her to unload all her fatigue and talk about our brothers and sisters with her father.

Mom never lets go of the weather forecast column after cctv- 1 evening news. I used to study with my sister, who paid attention to Jinan and Wuhan. Now my sister and brother are going to the distant bright spot on the map. My mother will know the rainy season in Shanghai before my sister, and she will also tell my brother that there will be a typhoon in Guangzhou before he gets off work. Now, she can accurately distinguish which announcer by voice, and regularly guess whether it will be Pei Xinhua or Zhao Hongyan tomorrow. Now I am the only one who teaches in a town three miles from home. Both she and I are waiting for the same changeable weather, which is an indispensable part of my mother's life.

There are always eggs that my mother secretly cooks for me. Like a treasure in memory, it never fades year after year, nourishing every link of my growth. Whether at school or at work, whether in winter or summer, eggs will always accompany my meals. I have been used to it for a long time, and it seems that I have become indifferent to this unparalleled feeling. I am used to accepting this free gift calmly. It was not until one day that my colleagues' envious eyes shot at me that I understood the meaning of "growing up" and revived the deepest and greatest maternal memory that touched me in this life! Because I have a partial eclipse since I was a child, my mother devoted almost all her efforts during my growing years. Even in the most difficult days at home, my mother tried her best to cook the most delicious food for me, so that my little sister and brother shouted "eccentricity" when I was a child, and every time I remembered it, I was ashamed and tears flashed by! Gradually, I learned to be as grateful as my mother, that my mother nourishes her children's richest hearts with the simplest spirit, and interprets the most selfless maternal love in the world with the simplest form!

Mother's tears can never bear the sadness of parting. There is a parking intersection to the south of the village. My mother is always eager to arrive early when greeting us, but she never arrives at the parting moment. How can "the thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward boy's body" best describe the mother's busyness and concern when her children go out? Although she never said the pain of parting lightly and advised us not to miss home, her eyes were telling too much sadness. Mother often sows the seeds of missing when we don't go out, and soon it will sprout and blossom and grow into a leafy tree of love. My mother insisted on seeing me off during the summer vacation when my elder sister started her senior year. When I packed my bags and walked to the corner, my sister said, "Mom, go home!" " Looking back at my mother, she was in tears and speechless, but she didn't reach the intersection of the bus after all. Reunion again and again, farewell again and again, I know that my mother is no longer young. Decades of wind and rain have gradually shriveled my mother's face. When wrinkles climbed up the sideburns, my hair lost its luster, while my children ran to their dreams and flew away with increasingly full wings. This is the heart of a kind and sensitive mother, and what a happy and cruel thing it is.

My mother's meticulous care is the source of my constant struggle. Mother didn't read much, but her sensible and profound outlook on life surprised all fathers who had read poetry books. In the long and difficult years, she has been supporting our "home" side by side with her father, casting the warmest family harbor and the most beautiful spiritual home for our sister and brother. Under the warm care of my mother, I successfully completed the normal education. When I was under twenty, she finally smiled proudly! However, she did not expect that the starting point of her daughter's work became the starting point of her study. As a teenager, she only knows how to be ambitious, but she doesn't know how to go through hardships and hardships, and she doesn't know how to walk hard. Now I have experienced many hardships on the way to the postgraduate entrance examination. She is my dearest mother. Her concern and encouragement showered on me at any time, so that I could devote myself to the battlefield filled with smoke. She made me understand that it is the deepest expectation in the world to want a woman to become a phoenix!

Over the past few years, on-the-job postgraduate entrance examination has honed my character, consumed the most beautiful youth in my life, and made a modern woman full of idealism and classicism experience ups and downs in real life. Growing up, mothers never doubted their children's intelligence. When I read her the first diary in my life, she was delighted to believe that her daughter would be outstanding in the future. However, I missed my dream several times in a row. When 379 points hurt my heart and I sighed at the moment when I was unlucky, what depressed me most was that my success or failure was directly related to my mother's sadness and joy. The happiness I brought to my parents is far less than before. More often, they haggard for me, implicating me in a bad mood. When comforting me, my mother's eyes revealed a faint sad light. I realized that my eyes only reflected the tip of the iceberg. It must be my pain that makes my mother suffer.

Mom was very satisfied and moved. My brother brought my mother a horn comb. She picks it up every morning and can't help mentioning her brother, and then sorts out a series of beautiful past events. Whenever cooking, she will smile happily and say how convenient and affordable the induction cooker her brother bought! When my sister led my mother to see cherry blossoms on the campus of Wuhan University, my mother's thoughts drifted for a long time with the green bamboo sea and blue sky during the trip. I clearly remember that my mother was often excited and excited about those trips. Decades of land work restricted her travel and even killed her eyesight. She never wants to go out for sightseeing, and always considers the cost everywhere. However, I know that if my mother goes to a scenic spot, her thoughts will be full of enthusiasm, and the excitement that is no less than that of young people will bring her incomparable joy. The picture on TV is just a concept, and the content is dull. How can it be worth going? I am ashamed. As the eldest daughter, I have never taken my parents out of town. The only memory in the sky is the only experience of going to Cao Zhou Peony Garden that spring, and it was only under persuasion and temptation. At noon, peony flowers floated by, and the wonderful fountain sounded. My mother said to my father, "The children are very sensible, and our lives are worth living." At that time, I obviously felt the warmth of my mother's happiness spread into my blood, ignoring the great sacrifice and extremely hard price for our growth.

Motherly love is selfless and silent, boundless and priceless. Motherly love is like a clear spring, subtle and silent, but unobtrusive, and every bit is careful care for children; Motherly love is like the sea, just like the surging sea, full of deep love for children in the rolling waves!