A 400-word essay on great maternal love

Love is an umbrella

Maternal love is an umbrella in the wind and rain; maternal love is a cool wind in summer; maternal love is a hard-working gardener, nurturing our children. A blooming flower, maternal love is a bright lamp in the darkness, illuminating your way forward!

"The weather is so nice today!" I yawned and said to my mother. "Children, take your umbrella with you. The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain today...ahem!" Mom said earnestly. It's strange. It's not sunny. How can there be rain? I threw down my umbrella, picked up my bicycle and went to school.

"Ding-a-ling-ling, ding-a-ling-ling." After school, I picked up my schoolbag and hurried home. Suddenly, several "rumbling" sounds of thunder sounded from my ears, and suddenly dark clouds gathered, and soon it started to rain heavily. I really regretted not bringing an umbrella. I was looking at the heavy rain outside the window and was muttering. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past me. Could it be my family? Impossible. Dad is away on a business trip and it will take seven or eight days before he comes back. . Mom is having a high fever and is taking an IV drip! I didn't want to think too much, but suddenly, a burst of friendly words sounded in my ears: "My child, mom is here to pick you up, let's go home quickly!" I turned my head, surprised, and quickly threw myself into my mother's arms. I asked my mother: "Mom, don't you have a high fever? Why did you come to pick me up?" My mother just smiled and said nothing. Looking at my mother's haggard face, I felt a little sad.

On the way home, because the rain was too heavy, my mother had to give me my raincoat and umbrella. After a few seconds, I felt something cold on both sides of my cheeks. I touched it, and at first glance, it turned out to be my tears. I stopped, the sound of rain covering up my sobs. I looked up at my mother and saw her pearl-like tears. In this weather, I could hardly tell which ones were tears and which ones were rain! In this windy and rainy evening, you will see two figures hugging each other in that narrow alley!

Mother's love is like a clear spring in the desert, making you feel that way. The lost soul is filled with confidence. Indeed, everyone has had maternal love; but you also know that maternal love cannot be bought with anything.

Therefore, we must cherish maternal love and repay our mother for her kindness in raising us in the future!