Burning maternal love composition

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Burning motherly love composition 1 Hoo! In the early hours of the morning, the chemical plant next to the village exploded. The fire, like a crazy beast, rushed at the village and burned everything. ...

The whole village was awakened. As soon as people open their sleepy eyes, they are carried away by the smell of smoke. They were shocked. Before they could look out of the window and put on their shoes, they jumped out of bed and rushed out of the door.

Hundreds of people immediately crowded the village, and the whole village was surrounded by fire. People are like lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for death in panic and helplessness.

"Shua-"Several cars, several people and several water pipes gave the whole village a way of hope.

The crowd like an electric shock, crazy to squeeze there, you hold me crowded, who also don't let anyone.

Soon, the only hope was blocked.

Firefighters shouted hysterically at people while saving lives: "Don't crowd, one by one!" " "

But no one listened, and they rushed out like possessed, and finally they were in a mess and crowded together. ...

A young fireman struggled to pull people out of the out-of-control crowd and help them escape.

However, when the fireman pulled a thin woman out, she collapsed, shook off the fireman's hand, looked at him with sad eyes and begged, "Please help me." Then, like an angry cow, she bent down and rushed into the crowd and was gradually swallowed up by the fire. ...

Firefighters followed closely, but the pungent smoke made him lose his way. He is like a headless fly, looking for a woman in the vast sea of fire. ...

"Come and help me!" The fireman suddenly turned around and saw the woman kneeling on the ground with blood on her feet.

It's burnt. She has something wrapped in clothes in her hand.

The firemen rushed over and carried her out.

Just then, a flame suddenly appeared between them.

The fireman was so anxious that sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

The woman smiled helplessly and said regretfully, "This is my most precious wealth. You should accept it! " Say that finish, then try to throw it. Firefighters held their hands in the air and held their heads high, firmly grasping the "most precious wealth"

When he looked at the woman again, she folded her hands and bowed her head slightly in prayer. But the next second, the flame of death fell on her thin body. The fire lit up her face and her calm smile.

Soon, she was swallowed up by the flame far away. ...

The shining world.

A few years later, on the same day, a middle-aged man came here with a boy to pay homage.

They came here to pay tribute to a man.

She is a woman, a poor woman and a holy mother.

Burning Motherly Love Composition 2 When I see burning candles and beating flames; A faint candlelight; Flowing wax juice, I will think of my mother. Motherly love is like a burning candle. Isn't mother just burning silently like a candle? She silently dedicated herself to us and did countless things for us. I still remember clearly: one day last winter, I came home from school. When I got home, I felt a little uncomfortable. It must be hard for mom to see me crawling in bed after work. I took a thermometer and took my temperature. My fever has reached 38 degrees. 5 degrees Celsius.

Without saying anything, my mother dressed me and dragged me out. I have no strength to stand up straight, let alone walk. Mom, get down. My family lives on the fifth floor. It's nothing for a strong man to carry a little girl less than 60 pounds, but it's my mother who carries me. My mother is very thin, only weighing more than 90 kilograms. My mother had a hard time carrying me on her back. The hospital is far from home, and there are no taxis nearby. My mother can only push me to ride a bike.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I needed an intravenous drip. In the warm room, I not only fell asleep unconsciously. The intravenous drip is finished, and it's already evening. My mother was afraid that I would catch cold, so she took off her cotton-padded coat and put it on for me. The biting cold wind blew on mother's thin body. Downstairs, my mother carried me to the fifth floor. At that time, I felt that my mother's legs shook every time she went up a step.

This is my mother's love for me. You hold up a blue sky for me with your thin shoulders, and let me thrive under your shoulders. This reminds me of a poem "Spring silkworms will keep weaving until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night". Mother, you are not like a burning candle, shedding tears of joy.

People all say, "Father loves mountains, while mother loves the sea." Indeed, maternal love is the most selfless in the world. But maternal love is also changeable. Also, maternal love is a strict guide to our success and progress. Sometimes, maternal love is kind and supports us when we need help. ...

Once, I went to school as usual, and my mother said, "Feng, it's going to rain today! Take an umbrella! " I looked up and the sky was clear. What about Wan Li? I said, "There can be no dark clouds in the sky." Mother said anxiously, "The weather forecast said!" "When the weather forecast is wrong!" After that, I hurried to school. "…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It was raining cats and dogs and fell to the ground like abacus beads with broken ropes, thinking about the flowers in the small park and being scattered by raindrops. I thought, "Shit, why don't I believe it? Where's mom? Otherwise, I wouldn't be a drowned rat. "Just as I was about to pose for home, a familiar figure came out of the crowd." Mom! "I gave a cry and saw her with an umbrella in her hand, but he was wet. It turned out that he had just retrieved his umbrella from home. Mother said, "Use it quickly, son!" " "I went home. The next day, my mother kept coughing. I advised her not to go to work, but he insisted on going. ...

My mother traded her health for mine. My mother's love for me cannot be finished in three days and nights. I will study hard from now on and repay my parents when I grow up!

Burning Motherly Love Composition 4 My mother will come to Zouping to see me in her spare time and bring some clothes and things like that, most of which I left behind. Most of my mother came by bus, and seldom was my father sent her. Jiao Qiao built roads, and the west wind blew hard, raising yellow mud and yellow sand. How can I stop my mother's footsteps? How can you ruin a mother's feeling of missing her son? Yes, maternal love is still burning.

I forgot to bring some short sleeves when I came back from the factory on Sunday, but I didn't expect-

Mom actually sent it by bike.

Tears, tears, like pouring rain. Seeing more and more wrinkles on my mother's cheeks, my heart trembled deeply, stroking my mother's weather-beaten hand, and my heart trembled deeply; Holding my mother's hard, slight and rickety back, my heart trembled deeply. Perhaps I don't know how many years have passed, and the wrinkles of the years and the hard work for the children will be superimposed on this face; Perhaps I don't know how many years have passed, and the blood vessels and protruding bones on the back of the hand are clearly exposed; Maybe I don't know how many years later, the hard back will really bend down and can no longer support this body that pays too much love. No, no, no ... before that, mom may not be able to do anything for you, because she is tired, really tired. What can you do for a body that is underweight 100 kg? Pray? No, no, no, you should let love burn and light up mom's empty days! Don't! Don't! Don't! You should let the heart of love burn from now on. Do you have to wait until the flowers bloom and the mother laughs in another world?

Maybe you are at a loss, maybe your thoughts are vague, maybe you don't know what to do! Well, from now on, you should go home more, listen to her instructions more, endure her nagging more, and do more for her wishes. Maybe you won't lose too much, even if you lose too much? How much has she done for you? I hope that as a child, I can burn my love and make my mother feel warm!

Let love burn-

Burning Motherly Love Composition 5 Since childhood, we all grew up under the care of our parents. Although their knowledge is not high, their love for us is infinite.

Tonight, I asked my mother to close her eyes first and then sit on the sofa. My mother said inexplicably, "What do you want?" I smiled and said cunningly, "You just pull!" I first made a cup of mother's favorite tea-Pu 'er, and then leaned over her face and gently said to her, "Mom, I love you!" " Mom opened her eyes, hugged me with a smile and said in my ear, "I love you, too, thank you." Looking at my mother's weather-beaten face, I found that her face had been filled with many fine wrinkles, one by one, and her eyes were full of bloodshot blood. In her hair, look carefully. God, mom, when did you grow so much white hair? Seeing this, my heart seems to have thousands of tiny needles stuck in my heart. I thought, "mom, I'm sorry, but for me, you wouldn't be so haggard now."

In my mother's arms, many pictures appeared in my mind. I still remember such a night. It was already past 1 o'clock in the morning. It was raining cats and dogs and it was very cold. I caught a little cold, and finally I couldn't resist the cold wind and began to have a high fever. My mother immediately took an umbrella and carried my young self in the rain. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother came out of breath to diagnose me. The doctor looked at his mother and said, "You should rest first!" "Mother said," she is not good, how can I rest? "All of a sudden, bean big sweat low in my hand, looking at my mother's anxious expression, I feel ashamed. Mom took the medicine and went back behind my back. Watching me take medicine one by one, dragging my tired body to rest for a while, and then comforting me to sleep.

Mother, like an angel in our life, takes care of and accompanies us in every way. When I am happy, you laugh with me; You always comfort me when I am sad; When I was ignorant, you tirelessly taught me the truth of life; When I am in trouble, you are always by my side to share it with me. ......

There is a beautiful voice in the world, that is, my mother's call. I will always cherish the love and expectation of my parents. The baby is heavy in October, so enjoy the light! Let us have a grateful heart and always be filial to our parents!

Burning Motherly Love Composition 6 people often say: "Motherly love is warmth in the cold; Motherly love is spring in the desert; Motherly love is an umbrella in heavy rain. " I didn't know what maternal love was when I was a child. After this serious illness, I understand everything.

That time, it was like this: I was suddenly awakened by a nightmare in the middle of the night. I woke up and began to sleep again, but I couldn't sleep. I was forced to cry. My mother was awakened by my crying, touched my forehead and found that I had a fever. Without saying anything, he hugged me and ran to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I vaguely saw you sweating.

When I got to the hospital, you registered me and asked the nurse to give me an intravenous drip. In the process of intravenous drip, I was made to cry and make trouble by the pain. I pulled out the intravenous drip needle again and again, and the nurse tied it for me again and again. You look at my hand and it hurts. You comforted me again and again, and I finally calmed down. I didn't drop the needle this time.

I woke up the next day and smelled the smell of preserved egg porridge. My hungry "goo goo" voice alarmed my mother, and she quickly fed me hot porridge. I ate and ate, and suddenly there was a love burning in my heart.

I understand that sentence, maternal love is great and maternal love is unique.

Burning Motherly Love Composition 7 Candles burn themselves and illuminate others; Umbrella protects others from the wind and rain; Motherly love is simple and great, and it warms me. It is like the starry sky at night, showing me the way; Like a clear spring in the desert, it slowly flows into my body; Like soft sunshine shining into my heart ... listening to the noisy voice outside the window, recalling the past, I began to write.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped, the wind went away gently, the sun shone on the earth, and my heart seemed to stop beating. "Click" With the twist of the key, the door opened and I heard the familiar cooking sound, so I carefully changed my shoes and put down my schoolbag. The boulder in my heart fell to the ground, so I took out today's homework and wrote it.

The meal is ready, and the dishes fried in the pot smell good, but I'm not in the mood-homework is piling up. "Let's talk about it after dinner!" Mother said kindly. I pointed to my homework and casually said, "There is so much homework that I have to hand it in tomorrow, and now the power is out. Is there still time after dinner? " I didn't notice my impatience when I spoke at that time. My mother's eyebrows gathered in an instant, and her face was only deeply helpless. She had to sigh softly, "all right! Then you should do it quickly. " I nodded my head.

Unconsciously, time flies and night has come to this lonely world. At that brief moment, the world seemed to be silent, surrounded by darkness, hanging over my helplessness. At this moment, a burning flame caught my eye. I looked at the flashing lights curiously. My mother came up to me with a candle in her rough hand. "Mom, put the candle on the table, you go to rest first." I still won't take my eyes off the topic in the book. However, my mother said earnestly, "It's not safe! Let me hold it, so it's safe. " "But ..." I haven't finished, and my mother didn't seem to hear clearly. "It's windy outside. I'd better stay here with you!" I have no choice but to continue doing my homework and say nothing. The reflection of the candle on the wall suddenly flashed and swayed. I looked at my mother and found that she was sleepy.

I looked at my mother's white hair and then at the candle. At this time, the candle gradually melted, shortened and burned, just like my mother. At this time, my mother suddenly woke up and said, "Do you want to finish your homework?" I nodded stupidly, as if my mother and candle were also integrated, and my vision became blurred, and a warm current poured into my body. The light suddenly turned on and the wind stopped outside.

At this point, I put down my pen. Mother is like a candle. She is selfless and unrequited. She is the pioneer of actors. She is the warm current that burns herself to illuminate others. Simple and great maternal love is the most beautiful truth in the world that you let me know, the note that you wrote down my life, and even more, you let me not be lonely and confused in the lonely voyage. This memory will be my eternal attachment.

Some people praise a mother's love as a candle, which burns everything, lights up our way and makes people feel extremely warm. She used that faint light to turn every darkness into nothingness and replace it with light. Yes, my mother is a living candle in my life. Under the warm care of my mother, I thrive.

Over the years, my mother's careful care for me has turned me from an ignorant child into a vibrant primary school student. Year after year, as people say, "Time flies, the sun and the moon fly", while I grow up, my mother is also aging. Time has mercilessly covered my mother's face with traces. What I give in return is nothing at all. I will always remember a few fragments.

first part

I remember when I was a child, I held my mother's hand tightly, sobbed quietly and shouted crossly, "Don't go, I want to go home! I want to go home! " Mother shook her head and said, "Good boy, you can go home in five days." I grabbed my mother's sleeve tightly and said, "No, no, I don't want full-time care." Mom smiled and said, "You can make more friends here. How happy you are. " Seeing that coquetry was ineffective, I cried loudly. My mother gently dried my tears and led me to see Teacher Chen. My mother said, "shall I come to see you the day after tomorrow?" I listened and nodded. Mom smiled and said softly, "Yes, what a good boy." I listened, and my heart gradually calmed down. I spent the day happily. I didn't expect my mother to come early the next morning, so I jumped for joy. Then, on the third and fourth days ... my mother always takes time to visit me in kindergarten. Who can think how much love and fatigue there is behind this? ...

the second part

On a sunny noon, I was playing with the children. Suddenly I heard my mother's voice calling, "Song Ge, it's time for dinner." I pouted and said, "All right." I ran into the kitchen and sat in a chair to see if the food hadn't arrived yet. I said discontentedly, "The food is not cooked yet. Why did you call me in? I have to play with my friends. " Mother smiled apologetically. "Right away. Wait a minute. " Mom keeps her word. Sure enough, in a short time, plates of my favorite dishes came into view, and my dissatisfaction was swept away: "Wow! It smells good. " My chopsticks immediately rushed to a delicious piece of braised pork and took a bite. I can't help but sigh: "It's delicious." Mom listened cheerfully and said, "Eat more when it's delicious." I ate seven or eight pieces of braised pork and launched an "attack" on spicy and hot fish ... I really like it. Suddenly I burped, and then I realized that I was full, so I put down my chopsticks and said, "Mom, I'm full." Then I was in a hurry to go out. My mother quickly grabbed me and said, "Oh, have some more. Only in this way can we grow rapidly. " I said shyly, "Mom, I really can't eat any more. You haven't eaten yet, you eat. " "Mom is an adult, it doesn't matter to eat later. Eat more, or you will be hungry again later. " I was about to resist when I met my mother's loving eyes. I sat down again and struggled to eat some delicious and slightly bitter dishes. Today, I know that this is actually a great happiness, not just a dish but a mother's full love for her daughter. I really want to photograph that moment, which is a testimony of the mother's love for her daughter.

the third part

On a sunny Sunday, I played in a newly opened park. The sky was originally blue, and suddenly it was covered with dark clouds and strong winds. It didn't take long for the rain to crash. I quickly found a gazebo to shelter from the rain. I sat in the empty pavilion, my eyes kept searching. 5 minutes, 10 minutes ... Suddenly a familiar figure caught my eye. It's mom! My eyes lit up and I shouted, "mom, mom!" " "My mother heard my cry and ran in a hurry. When she saw me, she said excitedly, "Daughter, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. "I am extremely happy." I've been looking for you for a long time and finally found you. I'm really anxious. "Mother's eyes shining with tears. I smiled guiltily. "I'm sorry" these words came out of my mouth slowly. Mother touched my head gently. " It's okay. "Looking at my mother's almost wet back, my eyes are wet.

part four

Once when I came home, I cried as soon as I saw my mother. The mother asked distressfully, "What's the matter, son?" I didn't say anything, and I was afraid to tell my mother. My mother stroked my head as if she felt my strangeness. "What's the matter? Go ahead, mom won't blame you. " I stammered, "I ... I only got 85 points in the exam." Mom said, "Oh, it's nothing. Mom won't blame you. " Although my mother said so, I know my mother must be in pain. Mom said, "Come on, mom will accompany you to see why you didn't do well in the exam." Then I found the test paper from my schoolbag and analyzed it carefully with me. Another exam, I got 96 points. My mother smiles and praises me when she meets people.

Motherly love is the most selfless candle in the world. How can we grow without sunshine every day in such a warm "embrace"?

An ordinary candle seems to have no useful value to us. We often throw it in a dark corner. But one thing changed my view of candles.

One day, my parents went shopping and I was the only one watching TV at home. Suddenly, thunder roared and it began to rain gradually, and the whole community immediately lost power. I quickly found a candle from the cupboard. It is very thin, almost used up, and it is covered with a white dress. I lit it and put it on the table. It seems to shed white warm wax tears, but it seems unwilling to light it. Candles, burning themselves and illuminating others, are worth learning. And parents have the spirit of silent dedication like candles. I remember once after school, there was a heavy rain and even lightning and thunder. I am so anxious that I can't wait to run home from school. My sick mother knew that I didn't bring an umbrella and came to pick me up with an umbrella. My mother came from far away. I was deeply moved and surprised to see her thin body.

Suddenly, the electricity is working normally again, and the candles have burned out. I thought about it, that candle, just like my mother, always burns itself silently.

My mother's concern for me is infinite, but my concern for her is limited, so I want to be a useful person to repay my mother's kindness when I grow up.

Burning Motherly Love Composition 10 Motherly love is a candle, which burns itself and illuminates all directions. Light us up. No matter how tired you are, you have to suffer. Not a word of complaint.

There is a movie that says: There is a mother who is a taxi driver. My daughter is studying, but she dropped out of school to learn to sing. Her daughter has a bad temper. Once, her mother and daughter quarreled. Since her daughter took her own clothes, she wanted to run away from home.

Later, her daughter became ill and needed a new liver. After hearing this, the mother said to the doctor, "trade your own liver for your daughter's." After examination, the doctor said to his mother, "There is fat in your liver. You must walk every day to lose weight. "So every morning, as soon as my mother gets up, she goes straight to the evening. She kept walking and was knocked down by a car. She got up and walked on. Later, the operation will be carried out soon. After the doctor checked, he said, "One day, you have to subtract 10 kg before you can have an operation. "Finally, she and her daughter successfully completed the operation together. My daughter also sang a song.

Motherly love is great, and mother is the best. Once, when my mother was away, I secretly bought a thousand layers of ice cream to eat. Unexpectedly, in the evening, I suddenly had a high fever, and my mother quickly took me to the hospital and had an intravenous drip all night. My mother is always by my side, looking at me and caring for me, making me feel that the door to happiness is open for me. I got up in the morning. My mother says I cough at night. I ran into the hospital again. The doctor said that I was hospitalized again. I felt sorry when I saw the unforgettable tears in my mother's eyes. I shouldn't eat ice cream. In the morning, I went to sleep, and I found that my mother's eyes were full of love blood. At this time, I think love is selfless and great, and maternal love is proud!

Motherly love is really great! This reminds me of an old gentleman written by Ji Xianlin: "People who have no maternal love are people with incomplete souls."