My mother loves me like all the mothers in the world, but her love is different from other mothers. She can not only knit sweaters and cook for me like a city mother, but also do the unique skill of a rural mother: design and sew clothes and shoes for me herself. You can also give me strict training like all military wives, which gives me a resolute style. My mother can also help me with my study like a teacher.
My mother is very picky about my educational methods. I remember eating snacks when I was a child, especially jelly pudding. Because my mother couldn't pester me, she told me a story: in a pudding workshop, there were 15 vats filled with starch paste, which seemed to have been left for half a month, and the vats were full of white hair, red hair and green hair. Flies flock to feed in the jar, and mosquitoes sing and dance on the jar. Sewage is flowing on the ground, and workers who haven't washed their hands for a long time are putting paint into the tank. The brightly colored pudding is coming out. Since then, every time I pick up the pudding, I will think of the story told by my mother and gradually get rid of the bad habit of eating snacks.
Every time I finish the exam, I will tell my mother with a heavy heart which question I answered wrong, and I feel very sad. At this time, my mother would simply say, "It's no use crying over spilt milk. Don't remonstrate. Let bygones be bygones." Then he touched my head and said kindly, "Be more serious in the future and do well in the exam. Now that I have grown up, my mother no longer takes care of me in every possible way, but walks in the street. I am my mother's bodyguard and porter.
My mother grew up in great love. She is the best mother in the world.
Dear mom, one summer day ten years ago, you brought me to this strange world. Thank you for raising me in the past 10 years. In the past ten years, you have devoted a lot of effort and care to my growth. You encouraged and supported me in my study, cared for me when I was sick, comforted me when I was sad, and when I recalled what you had done for me, I really thanked you from the bottom of my heart, my dear mother!
In study, you are my spiritual pillar. I remember once, when I was doing calligraphy homework at home, my father severely criticized me and even beat and scolded me. Suddenly I was scared and cried loudly. At this time, you have been encouraging me to say, "Never mind, take your time and write boldly. Mom believes you can write well. Come on! " After listening to your words, a warm current suddenly surged in my heart. I deeply feel the greatness of maternal love, and I think I am the happiest person in the world! So I picked up the brush again and wrote calligraphy seriously. At this time, don't forget to give me a favorable look. It is with your constant encouragement and education that my calligraphy works will become more and more excellent!
You care about me not only in my study, but also in my life. I remember once I caught a bad cold and had a high fever of 40 degrees in the middle of the night. After you took my temperature, you kept cooling me with ice cubes and towels, and changed the ice towels almost every three minutes. I only remember that you have been wandering in front of my eyes in a daze, and my forehead has been covered with an ice towel. In order to make my fever go down faster and feel better, you have been feeding me water, wiping my back and massaging me. In this way, you were busy for two hours, and my high fever finally subsided, but dear mother, you didn't stop for two hours. Looking at your tired body, I feel terrible, and secretly make up my mind: I must take better care of my mother in the future.
Dear mother, in the process of my growth, all my achievements have been devoted to your hard work, and you have taught me how to learn and how to be a man; You encouraged me to be a confident and self-reliant child, and let me bravely overcome all kinds of difficulties and accept new challenges. I have been grateful to you for the past ten years. It's a long story Only by studying harder and becoming a pillar of the motherland can I repay your kindness to me!
Finally, in order to express my deep love, let me present a song for you: "Only mother is good in the world." ...
Who is the most respectable person in the world? This person is the mother. She is so concerned about us, so considerate; Our education is so strict; Love for us is so deep.
I remember once, the weather suddenly turned cold. The wind is blowing fast. When I was at school, I only wore one dress, and I got goose bumps all over with cold, and my body kept shaking. ...
By the second class, I felt even colder. My toes seem to be frozen stiff, and I can hardly feel their existence. "Xiaoyu, mom sent you a sweater." As soon as I looked up, my mother stood beside me. She pulled me to a sheltered place and quickly helped me put on my sweater. Then she touched my hand and asked with concern, "Is it still cold?" "No, it isn't." I replied with a smile and glanced at my mother. "Mom, why don't you add clothes to yourself?" I feel my mother's hands are cold. "Oh, I just got off work. I thought you were cold, so I took your sweater and came here. I'll go back and wear it. " What a good mother! I once again feel the greatness of maternal love.
Students, a mother's love is like an umbrella. The dense latitude and longitude net is the mother's meticulous care for her children. Motherly love is an ancient umbrella handle, which holds up a warmth for her children to take a nap under the umbrella. The eight prominent corners of the umbrella represent that wherever you go, your mother will exude her deep love. Ah, maternal love is so great!
Maternal love is like the sea, deep and implicit; Motherly love is like the sun, warm and warm. Maybe we don't pay attention to its existence, but it will always hold up a sunny day for us when we need it most.
Childish childhood quietly left with a brisk pace. In the blink of an eye, I changed from a toddler to a dashing teenager. Growing up, I understood the difficulty of the role of "mother" and realized my mother's love for me. I remember one night this summer, the power went out and there was silence all around. I opened my eyes when I was lying in bed. The sultry air makes me feel suffocated, and I toss and turn, making it difficult to sleep. My mother came over, as if she had read my mind, and picked up a fan to help me. After a busy day, my mother advised me to go to bed early, but she gently said to me, "Xiaojie, you have a class tomorrow. Have a good sleep. " "Mom's words are like a cool breeze blowing from my heart, and I suddenly feel much more comfortable. I don't know where I got the courage to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "Mom smiled, very sweet, but it seems that an action, a smile, shows a deep love.
Mom, from the moment I was born, you took care of me, cared for me and made me grow up healthily and happily! I think, without you, I have no chance to experience the warmth and coldness of life in this world, and I have no chance to enjoy the happiness and happiness in this world.
Motherly love, tolerance; Motherly love is as deep as the sea. I learned a lot from my mother's selfless love.
The fifth article of the composition of the fourth grade of maternal love, "the grace of dripping water, when the spring is reported", the teachings of the ancients have influenced us for thousands of years. Motherly love is a book without words, it doesn't have many gorgeous chapters, only unpretentious and endless deep friendship that can't be expressed in words.
On the bumpy journey of life, my mother gave me the most sincere and cordial care. My mother is caring and attentive to me, always selfless dedication; My mother tirelessly taught me the truth of life; Mother often worries about my trifles. No mother does not love her children. Motherly love is the most sincere and difficult feeling in my life.
I remember when I was a child, I was lying in bed one night, feeling particularly headache and cold all over. My mother found me a little abnormal and asked anxiously, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" "My head hurts a little." Say that finish, I cried wronged. My mother immediately gave me antipyretic and wiped me all over with wine. Then let me lie under the quilt. After a while, my mother asked, "Are you better?" "My head still hurts." My mother touched my forehead and showed a very anxious expression on her face. She quickly helped me up and said, "Let's go to the hospital." "It's already twelve o' clock, dad is not at home. How can we go? " I think my mother may see that I have a bad fever, and I don't know. But I saw how anxious my mother's eyes were and how much she loved me! Mom said, "Never mind, let's call 120." Soon, the ambulance came, and my mother carried me to the county hospital. The doctor said, "Nothing serious, just a bottle of intravenous drip." Hearing this, my mother showed a comfortable smile on her face. After a while, I fell asleep in a daze under the action of drugs. I woke up and found my mother walking home step by step behind my back. In the winter night, my mother was exhausted and sweaty, and her back was already soaked with sweat. Suddenly, tears ran down my face and onto my mother's weak shoulder. I lay on my mother's back and began to cry.
Motherly love is selfless, it does not ask for anything in return, but only knows to pay silently. Motherly love is as warm as the sun, as warm as spring and as sweet as clear spring. It moistens me, like the rain and dew in spring, like the sunshine in winter, like the clear spring in the desert.
A mother's love is like a flower, which blooms all her life. This flower has been nourishing us from birth to adulthood. We are thriving, but this flower is withering. Let's walk into the mother together, thank her for her hard work and dedication all her life, and soothe her heart that is haggard and old for us prematurely.
I have a little secret in my heart, and I have been hiding it in my heart. Every time I open the floodgate of memory, the tide of maternal love is always passionate, which makes me unable to calm down for a long time.
I have a little secret in my heart, and I have been hiding it in my heart. Every time I open the floodgate of memory, the tide of maternal love is always passionate, which makes me unable to calm down for a long time.
I went to other people's homes that night and didn't go home until 9 pm. I saw my mother angry as soon as I entered the door. She hit me with a stick when she saw me. Unconsciously, the stick fell heavily on me. While playing, my mother scolded: "I told you to come back so late, I told you to come back so late." I tried to protect the place where I was beaten with my hand, but the more I protected it, the harder my mother hit it. Later, my tears fell unwillingly.
Back to the room, the more I think about it, the more I don't understand it. I cried with my pillow in my arms. I suddenly heard my mother open the door. I was so angry that I pretended to be asleep and ignored my mother. Mom's footsteps stopped in front of my bed, and I felt a slight shock in the bed. I think my mother must be sitting on my bed. My mother suddenly touched the place where I was beaten. I almost screamed in pain. The mother said earnestly, "What mother doesn't love her children? Why don't you let me worry when girls come back so late? Don't blame your mother for being cruel, it's all for your own good! " "Hum, you just made an excuse to hit me." I won't buy her account.
I suddenly feel chilly behind me. "Oh, my God! Why am I so heavy? " Mother uncovered the quilt. "Sophia Kao, I'm sorry, it's all my mother's fault. I didn't control myself. I did it too hard. This small piece of skin is purple. " There is a cry in my mother's voice. She carefully rubbed the purple potion on me and asked me if it hurt. I gritted my teeth, but I didn't make any noise. After cleaning, my mother tucked me in. Mother said, "Sophia Kao, do you know that I am willing to bear all your punishments for you? Is it worse for you to be hurt than to hurt me a thousand times? " Mom left with tears in her eyes. Who can be heartless without vegetation? My heart choked, and tears had already wet the quilt.
Motherly love is like water! She will always be the treasure in my memory!
When you were young, who carried you to the toilet every day? When you were young, who got up in the middle of the night to nurse you? When you were a child, who helped you walk to the finish line step by step every day? When you were young, who got up early every day to make breakfast for you? It's mom! Motherly love is better than everything, life, mood and oneself. Mom is the person who brings you life; Mom is the one who raised you; Mom, the first teacher in your life; Mom is the best companion in your life. We are like clouds in the sky, and the blue sky is your mother; We are like leaves, and the tree is your mother; We are like fish in the water, and the sea is your mother; We are like a flower and a grass on the ground, and the earth is your mother.
Cherish maternal love, perhaps the greatest thing you have ever done. You do your best to help your mother do some housework and go home to help her get a pair of slippers. Cherish maternal love and start from every little thing around you.
I love my good mother!
Yesterday was "March 8" International Women's Day, but my mother took me shopping in Xinjiekou and felt the rapid changes in Nanjing. When we came to the first floor of "Xinbai", I saw the advertisement of "Italian Handmade Ice Cream" store was particularly dazzling, and the eye-catching ice cream tempted me to drool. I asked my mother to buy me one and taste the exotic flavor.
My mother agreed without hesitation. She took out her wallet, squeezed into the crowd, bought me an ice cream, and then smiled at me. I know: this ice cream is very expensive. More than 30 yuan each, ten times the price of domestic ice cream. It is delicate, smooth and delicious. When I tasted it, I felt immortal. Then, I handed the ice cream to my mother, hoping that she could share the delicious food with me. However, she refused. After a while, she said that her teeth were bad and she was afraid of cold allergies. After a while, she said that she had a bad appetite and was afraid of catching cold and getting stomach trouble. After a while, she said she didn't like sweetness and was afraid of high blood sugar. No matter how I insist, she just won't take a bite.
Strange, strange! My mother has healthy white teeth, a good stomach and a healthy body. How can she get so sick when she eats ice cream? Ah! I realized it! This is maternal love. She loves me more than herself. She tries her best to feed me and meet my needs, but she has never been extravagant, not once! !
My mouth is full of sweet Italian handmade ice cream, and my heart is full of great maternal love. I am really happy enough! !
When I was very young, my father was very kind to me. He always gave me good things first and comforted me immediately when something happened, so he would take me to play if something happened.
I have been sick since I was a child, and I get sick easily. So my father loves me in every way, like a baby, afraid to melt in his mouth. I am proud of my father's kindness. After a long time, I will boss my parents around.
Compared with my sagging, my figure is obviously much better than before. For some reason, my father is not as good to me as before. As always, my mother said, I grew up bit by bit. Yes, I am. My mother raised me with a mouthful of food and soup since I was a child.
However, dad became extremely strict. He even scolded me, never hit me and scolded me. My tears can't help falling, and my nose is very sour.
To tell the truth, I still love my father very much.
After entering the fourth grade, I realized that maternal love is kind and lies in appearance; Father's love is severe and deep in the heart.
If we don't need good grades to repay their hard work and efforts for us, what else can replace them to repay them?