That night, I came home from school and saw my mother cleaning in the study. I see the floor of the study is very bright. When my mother saw me coming back from school, she smiled at me kindly and said, "Yes, what do you want to eat?" Mom will do it. "I replied without thinking," I want to eat chicken wings. "Mom ran to the front of the refrigerator and turned left and right, but unfortunately she didn't find chicken wings. She rushed to me and said anxiously, "Son, the chicken wings are gone. Mom went out to buy it. Wait for me! " Mom said, get dressed and get ready to go out. It suddenly occurred to me that it was windy and cold outside. I took my mother's hand and said, "Mom, it's too cold outside. Don't go. " "No, you are grown up now. I must let you eat well. You do your homework first. Mom will be quick and obedient! Hey! " Mom said with concern.
From the moment my mother left, I deeply condemned myself. If I let go again, I will never let my mother go again. The wind blowing outside is like an invisible man exerting his power violently. I took my schoolbag to do my homework, but I was on pins and needles, and I couldn't calm down to do my homework anymore. I ran to the living room again and again and looked down through the cold window, hoping to see my familiar figure. 10 at seven o'clock, I finally heard familiar footsteps in the corridor. I quickly opened the door and saw that my mother bought me a pack of roast chicken wings and said, "Eat quickly!" " I can't help but shed tears, which are both moved and self-reproach.
Looking at my mother, I don't know what to say, but I feel the deep maternal love echoing in my heart and warming my whole body.
There is a tall figure deeply imprinted in my heart-that is my mother. I will never forget my mother's love for me. My mother did a lot of things for me, and I remember it clearly.
I remember when I first went to kindergarten, one stormy night, my father worked overtime, and I suddenly had a high fever, boiling hot. My mother took me to the hospital without hesitation. At that time, it was thunder and lightning outside, and it was stormy and difficult to walk. My mother still put on my raincoat and rode the battery car to the hospital.
At the gate of the hospital, my mother carefully took me off the battery car for fear that I would fall. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother went to the registration office behind my back, quickly hung up the number, and immediately went to see a doctor behind my back. The doctor measured it with a thermometer and it showed 38. 7℃, my mother saw it, and it was so anxious that it was like ants on hot bricks. The doctor prescribed antipyretic for me. After half an hour, I took my temperature again. Mom's hanging heart can finally be relieved. Busy said: "great, bright." I also said to myself, "buy more delicious food in the future and make up for it for her." My immunity is too poor. " After listening to it, I think mom is the greatest person in the world.
There are many such things. I want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you deeply, and I will never forget your kindness."
Dear students, you must have realized the love of your parents from small things, and I am no exception. Today I'm going to write about the relationship between my mother and me.
On Saturday morning, grandma came to my house from the sixth factory, because she would come to our house every week or Sunday, but she never stayed long. She hurried back every morning and afternoon and gave me five yuan when she left in the afternoon. It was because of these five dollars that my mother and I started a war.
I told my grandmother that the five yuan she gave me was found on the way to find my classmates. In fact, my mother knew that my grandmother gave me the five dollars, but I lied, but my mother didn't say anything, waiting for me to apologize to her. But I seem to have nothing to do. My mother kept refusing to ask me.
The next day, my mother asked me the origin of five dollars. I began to feel uneasy, and my face turned red. I was wrong. My mistake is that I shouldn't keep lying. My mother flew into a rage and slapped the table and stamped her feet. I'm so scared that I can't wait to get into the mouse hole. My mother kept nagging: "How did I educate you?" I told you to be a down-to-earth person and an honest boy! "After class, my mother punished me for writing a 300-word self-criticism.
In the afternoon, when my mother came home from work, the first thing she asked was, "Have you written the self-criticism letter?" I said, "I've already written it." It seems that my mother is really angry because she is so angry with me for the first time.
At night, I still ignore my mother. I know mom is still angry. I usually talk to my mother about everything. After accepting this lesson, I admitted my mistake to my mother again and promised her that I would never lie again. Mom forgave me and we made up again.
I understand that this is also a maternal love, a deep and long-lasting love.
Motherly love 4 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son …" Every time I sing this poem, I will think of it and my kind mother.
It was a winter night, and I was hot all over in the middle of the night, only my feet were cold. I couldn't sleep and felt a little dizzy, so I asked my mother to come and get me a glass of water. My mother saw that I was pale, so she took a thermometer to take my temperature. It doesn't matter if I don't take it. I was shocked when I took it. That's a high fever, over forty degrees. Although it was cold outside at night, my mother put on her clothes and took me to the hospital by bike.
I was so cold on the road that my mother put on a coat for me. When I got to the hospital, my mother was shivering with cold, but she still took me everywhere to find a doctor. The doctor gave me several infusion bottles, stuck the needle and left. That cold night, I don't know how many hours my mother accompanied me before I finished the infusion bottle and went home.
When I got home, my mother gave me a pack of medicine to drink. I felt bitter, so my mother added some sugar to me. I was so hot that my mother blew it over and over again until I could drink it. I slept soundly after drinking the medicine. When I lay down, my mother kept warming my feet with her breasts.
When I woke up, my mother had cooked the meal and mopped the floor. I think my mother didn't sleep or eat, so she took her mother to eat, but she said she had already eaten. When I saw my mother staggering back to my room to call my dad who was working the night shift at school, my nose ached and I began to cry.
Mom!
You are the greatest mother in the world!
Mother 5 "The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward children …" Whenever I read this poem, I always think of my mother's short and chubby figure.
I am a boarder, and my home is far from Liuyang city. Every Sunday afternoon, my mother will take me to the bus stop on time by motorcycle, waiting for the bus to Liuyang city. Once, for some reason, we didn't wait for the afternoon bus. Seeing that I was a little disappointed, my mother patiently comforted me and decided to take the early bus to send me to school the next day.
The next morning, I slept soundly in the warm bed and vaguely heard my mother's call: "Yonghuang, it's time to get up." Under the repeated call of my mother, I struggled to sit up, rubbed my eyes and looked at the alarm clock-it was only half past five! It is still dark outside the window. I looked up lazily and saw my mother's haggard face and two red eyes. At this time, the mother urged in a hoarse voice: "Son, stop dawdling and go and wash!" " "
After breakfast, we set off. Sitting on my mother's motorcycle, we shuttled through the biting cold country road. There are no street lamps on the roadside, and the houses on both sides are not lit yet. The cold wind roared, and I trembled all over. The weather is really cold! At this time, my mother straightened up and sat up. Her chubby body was like a big barrier to block the biting cold wind ahead and protect me. Leaning on my mother's warm back, I feel extremely happy, but a little sad.
Time slipped away quietly like this. When the bus came, my mother watched me get on the bus as usual, and she didn't forget to say a few words to me through the window. I looked at my mother outside the window, and she seemed to shed a few tears in the corner of her eye. The car started slowly, and my mother's figure became more and more blurred. ...
I love you forever! My mother!
Mother 6 winter night, in a shabby hut, an old woman sewed a cotton-padded jacket with her chapped hands and a tiny embroidery needle. This is for her son Meng Jiao, who is about to travel far away.
In the dim light, the mother looked so kind. She said to her son:
"Son, when you are not at home, mom can't help you. Mom will sew a cotton-padded jacket for you when it is cold these days. Don't be cold. What an official wants is good health! "
Meng Jiao listened carefully, and his mother's words were deeply mixed in his heart. In the dim light, he looked at his mother: his face was wrinkled and there were some silver threads in his hair. Over the years, my mother has been bending over for a poor life, but she is still doing needlework. That needle and thread, like mother's love, pierced Meng Jiao's heart.
The next day, Meng Jiao put on his cotton-padded jacket, left his mother and hometown, and went to work. It was very cold that day, and passers-by covered their clothes tightly. Only Meng Jiao didn't feel cold, and his mother's heart had already warmed his heart.
All of a sudden, Meng Jiao poetry with great enthusiasm, picked up a stick and wrote:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Since then, Meng Jiao has been more filial to his mother, because he can't forget that night. Under a dim light, his mother is sewing a cotton-padded jacket for her only son who is traveling far away!
It was a morning in the dead of winter, and it was snowing heavily. Mother Earth wore a silver dress cut for her by a clever winter girl, and the tall pine and cypress trees were covered with snowflakes. I was only in the second grade.
I went out that day surrounded by my mother's warm words. Soon, I got on the bus. Just as the bus started, I suddenly found a familiar figure running in the distance. Take a closer look, ah! It's mom! I was surprised and surprised, and I couldn't help shouting out of the window: "Mom! Mom! " My mother seemed to see me and waved to me. At this moment, I found my mother holding a Chinese book in her hand. I didn't hesitate at all, so I quickly opened my bag. Oh, dear, I really didn't bring my Chinese book. What should I do? I'm like an ant on hot bricks-I'm in a rash. Yes, I plucked up my courage.
I ran to the conductor's aunt and clenched my fist: "Aunt, I want to get off!" " ""no! Stop at the station! " Aunt conductor said coldly without even looking at me. Hearing this, I scolded my aunt for being unreasonable and went back to my seat to look at my mother. Suddenly, my mother fell heavily in the snow. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't help standing up and calling out "Mom". But despite the snow, my mother kept running ... finally, at the next stop, I got off the bus and went to see my mother. This is my mother, panting and pale. She said to me with her purple lips, "Mao Yu!
Until now, I still remember it vividly.
Born in the countryside, 8 students have always had a wish, that is, to come to the experimental primary school. I heard that experimental primary school is the best school in the county with high teaching level. I really envy seeing my partner come back from the experimental primary school every week. When my mother learned about this, she said to me, "Don't worry, son, you will go to the experimental primary school soon." I'm dubious, but I'm also very happy. In the evening, I heard my mother say to my father, "This child wants to go to an experimental primary school. Let's satisfy his wish.". Why don't we save some money? " ? Dad nodded. I heard my parents talking in the room, and my tears could not help falling.
A month later, I came to the experimental primary school. Who knows-the cost here is too high for my family to accept now. My parents worry every day, and I know my mother doesn't want me to worry in class. Let me study hard. My mother often says to me, "When you arrive at a new school, you must study hard." .
My mother saw that my shoes were old, so she said to me, "Daughter, shall I buy you a new pair of shoes today?" ? I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, no need. Our family's expenses are already very high. You don't need to buy me shoes." When I came home from school in the afternoon, I saw a pair of new shoes at home. The price is 65 yuan. Of the 65 yuan, my mother will have to work for 3 or 4 days to buy such a pair of shoes! I can't speak for a moment,
It's like a poem written by Meng Jiao: But an inch of grass, three wisps of spring, how much love!
A loving mother is deep. As the saying goes, "mother and child are connected" is absolutely true for me and my mother.
I remember the first exam in senior one, and I only got 78 points. After school, I stood in front of my house, afraid to go in. Just as my mother opened the door, she met me and asked, "How was the exam?" She is looking forward to it. I couldn't speak, and my mother guessed eight or nine points, and her face turned from sunny to heavy rain in an instant.
"Come on in!" She has a serious face, like a fierce lion.
"Oh!" I said innocently, "hey, I'm going to be beaten!" " "
However, to my surprise, my mother not only didn't hit me that day, but also explained my test paper to me over and over again for a whole hour. She pointed to the red cross and repeatedly asked me, "What were you thinking? Will you do it now? " She also took out a small notebook and gave several similar questions to reassure her. When she asked questions, I stole a look at her eyes-a big black eye socket, and my mother didn't have a good rest these days. However, from beginning to end, my mother didn't shout tired, just said thirsty.
My mother finished my test paper and told me, "If I can't answer any questions, you can continue to ask me …" Then, while beating her lower back, she put her hands up and went into her room. I read the test paper again and found that there was still one question I couldn't answer, so I asked my mother timidly. She is lying on the table and has fallen asleep. I dare not disturb her, pick up the blanket, gently cover it, quietly turn off the lights and close the door, and leave the room ... I know she is so tired because I don't study well. If I don't make so many mistakes, she won't give me a long test paper, and she won't do it because of me ... so I will study harder in the future and repay my mother's education.
Look! This is my mother, a good mother who loves her son like a life!
Mother's affection 10 "Mother's affection" wrote a little thing that the author asked his mother for money to buy books, but this little thing expressed the author's mother's deep love for the author.
I was very moved after reading Motherly Love. A poor family who has to buy an old radio and do needlework to make a living can buy a book for her son. At that time, a piece of 10 yuan was really touching! When a woman says to her, "Sister, don't give it to him! You feed them, dress them, go to school, and show them casual books! " At that time, my mother could still refute her. How pitiful her mother was. I actually agree with that woman. How poor her mother is! But this mother is different. She is really understanding. Mother spent three yuan that day and changed the price of three yuan to the current price, thirty yuan. Thirty dollars may be enough to feed their family, but in order to make her son look at "leisure books", she gave him the whole meal. ......
Yes Only in this way can an excellent mother have an excellent son. When the author grew up, he became a famous architect. He wrote this article and named it "Motherly Love". "Mother", mother! The author's mother represented the word with action in a small matter. ......
Motherly love 1 1 When I heard the word "mom", my mother's weak and hard-working figure appeared in my mind.
I remember it was a rainy autumn. Autumn rain, like a small paratrooper, rushed out of the arms of Mother Yun, bravely descended from the sky with the spirit of never returning, landed on the tree and played with the slide along the green leaves.
At this time, I was anxiously wandering around the room, looking out of the window from time to time. Why? Because in order for me to get 100, my mother promised to buy me a book. So he rushed out without an umbrella.
I looked anxiously out of the window, and the cold rain slipped down my fingers to my palm. The cold seems to have invaded my heart. I still miss my mother and look forward to her coming back soon.
"Hey!" The door opened and my mother came back. She was soaked to the skin and her lips were purple with cold. I quickly handed the towel I had prepared and took the book wrapped in my mother's clothes out of my arms. I took the book of my mother's temperature, and tears swirled in my eyes, with mixed feelings in my heart. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I shouted at my mother's back, "Mom, I love you, and I won't live up to your expectations." My mother turned around, put her arms around my head and touched it and said, "Silly boy, just do it well."
Mom, you look after me like an angel. You are the sun that never sets in my heart. I want to repay you well when I grow up.
Once upon a time, there was a pair of hands to care for my inner pain; Once, there was a saying that made me no longer sad; Once, there was a feeling that cheered me up and made me strong; Once ... however, these hands, this sentence, this feeling, this time, all come from my beloved-loving mother!
As the saying goes: "How deep is a mother's love? Motherly love is as deep as the sea! " This maternal love, this maternal love! It is wider than the land, deeper than the ocean and even wider than the sky!
I remember when I was seven or eight years old. One night, I lost my way and couldn't find my mother, but it was dark all around, reminding me of those who came to kidnap children and terrible ghosts, which made me fall into fear. My legs are too weak to walk any further, and the voice of "help" is stuck in my throat. I looked at everything around me blankly and prayed silently in my heart: "Mom, mom, come quickly … Hey, what a familiar shadow!"! Really ... mom! " Mom, I'm here! My mother turned around, saw me, put her arms around me and said, "There you are. You scared me to death. " In the dim light, I saw my mother's face, a tired face. My two lines of tears flow silently.
On the way, my mother carried my back, and the light reflected my mother's shadow behind me. I am very unhappy when I look at it. Two lines of tears flowed down silently, onto mother's back, and then down from mother's back.
Mother's love shines on me like the sun; Mother's affection is like a glass of water, which makes me feel refreshed. ...
How deep is maternal love? Motherly love is as deep as the sea!
The loving mother is in the depths of 13 mountain, and there is no maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; Blue sky, no maternal love; The earth has no mother's love and tolerance. Oh, dear mother, my happiness is engraved in your wrinkles, and my troubles are hidden in your white hair …
One afternoon, the wind was cold and the breath was like frost. Holding an umbrella, I stood alone on the bus platform waiting for the bus. Noisy voices and cold weather make me fidget. When the bus came and everyone swarmed, I frowned. Then someone patted me on the shoulder, and I suddenly turned around. It's my mother. "Mom, it's too cold. How cold it is for you to pick me up by motorcycle. " Before I finished, my mother replied, "It doesn't matter if I'm cold. Don't let you be cold." Come on, get in the car. "When the motorcycle started, my mother held the motorcycle with one hand and kept the raincoat in my direction with the other hand. A small raincoat covered me, and the wind and rain hit my mother's thin body mercilessly. The cold wind is biting, and my mother has been shaking. Two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, I finally got home, and my mother helped me out of the car. Asked me with concern: "Is it cold? It's frozen. "No," I said, looking up at my exhausted mother: messy hair, red hands soaked with cold, loving eyes, a smile barely squeezed out ... I just felt something rolling in my eyes and finally falling silently. ...
Even master Dan Qing can hardly draw the outline of her mother's thin and tall voice; It is difficult for even a literary master to describe his mother's broad love. Ah, my mother, I love you!
Maternal love 14 people say: maternal love is great and selfless. Maternal love is actually hidden in our lives. As long as you look closely, you can find it.
One day at noon, as soon as I left school, it began to rain cats and dogs, and I forgot to bring my umbrella. I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, and then I found my mother. So I ran like hell and followed my mother home. We walked very fast, and when we got home, my mother and I were soaked to the skin. I looked at my mother and my heart suddenly became sour.
My mother and I quickly put on clean clothes.
At one o'clock in the evening, I suddenly felt that I had a fever. I immediately woke up my mother and said that I felt that I had a fever. My mother was anxious to take my temperature. When I saw that I had a high fever, my mother was shocked and said to me again. "Mom goes to buy medicine and you stay at home."
Since my mother ran out of the house, my heart has been hanging in the air, banging and jumping, thinking about the heavy rain outside, when will my mother come back! Just then, I heard the sound of opening the door, my mother came back, and my hanging heart finally fell down. It hurts to see mom covered in rain. I quickly took the medicine and fell asleep. I woke up in the morning and found my mother had a high fever. She went out to buy medicine for me last night. As people say, maternal love is selfless and broad.
Let's study hard, make progress every day and repay our parents when we grow up!
Mother's love is deep. I remember it was a winter morning, and the sky was gray, as if covered with a gray veil. After arriving at the school, the teacher announced that there would be a Chinese exam today, so that everyone could go home at noon and have a targeted review.
At first I thought it was time for me to show my talents again, but something unexpected happened and I felt a little uncomfortable after lunch. At first, I just felt a little hot and dry, but gradually I felt cold, shivering and dizzy. My temperature has reached 38 degrees. 4℃, this just understand is a fever. It's terrible. What about the exam this afternoon?
The exam in the afternoon was really as difficult as I expected. As expected, I got 7 1.
When I got home at night, my mother had learned my exam results from the class's WeChat group. She was furious and scolded me. I retorted anxiously, "This is because I have a fever! Burn to 38. 4 C？” "What's the matter with the fever? I can't stand the pain at all, how can a boy be so melodramatic! " Then she left, leaving me in tears.
After a while, I heard the sound of pouring water from the kitchen, accompanied by the collision of chopsticks when stirring in the cup. I thought to myself: Hum, I must have drunk her superior bird's nest again, and I have never seen her give it to me! This time, however, I was completely wrong. My mother gave me medicine, and she added a lot of honey to drink from My Sweetie, fearing that I would be too bitter.
This is my mother, a beautiful woman with duplicity (giving me medicine and saying that she has a fever).