In study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing compositions, and they are very familiar with compositions. Compositions are verbal activities in which people express their feelings in written form. So, how to write an essay? Below is a composition I compiled on the topic of maternal love. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Essay on maternal love 1
Maternal love is great, so a child who lacks maternal love is a person with an incomplete soul. Without our mother, our lives would be meaningless. So let me tell you a true story. There once was a high school girl whose mother was a cleaner. One day after she came back from the exam, she handed the paper to her mother. After seeing the paper, her mother said to her daughter: "Are you worthy of your mother with such a low score?" "Am I careless?" said the daughter. Child, do you know? If the mother is careless, they won’t give her a penny! My daughter slammed the door and ran out of the house. Is it okay to just slam down the relationship for more than ten years? After her daughter left, her mother sent her family members everywhere to look for her, but they still couldn't find her. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the little girl was walking alone on the street. At this time, the little girl was cold and hungry. She came to a restaurant and saw the hot noodles and shed tears. After the restaurant owner saw it, he gave it to the little girl. The girl brought a bowl of hot noodles. The little girl ate it hungrily. Suddenly she knelt down to the boss with a "plop" and said excitedly: "Boss, you are my savior. You are better than my mother." Okay!" After hearing this, the boss said: "Based on what you just said, I shouldn't give you this bowl of noodles. You and I are strangers, and you don't even know my last name. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you said that I am better than ***'s mother. Then ***'s mother has raised you for more than ten years. Why are you not grateful to ***'s mother?" After hearing this, the little girl suddenly realized. Suddenly she stood up and ran home. When she got home, the little girl saw her mother passed out on the bed and knelt down to her mother...
We must cherish this maternal love and don't let it Lost in vain. Essay 2 on the topic of maternal love
When birds grow up, they always leave their warm nests and fly into the sky; when children grow up, they also leave their mother’s care and wander. No matter how high the bird flies, it is always flying under the blue sky; no matter where the child is, it can never get out of the mother's heart. Mother built this warm and broad sky with love, and silently solved our problems with her tolerance and love at all times.
Mother is the closest person to us. She knows how to love us and how to make us love others... But I don't understand her and feel that she doesn't seem to care about me for a moment. She made me do things I didn't like. So, I deliberately avoided her, not wanting to see her. I thought this was "hate". It wasn't until that short story appeared that I realized the weight of mother's love... That story tells the story of a person who tried to abandon his mother in the forest. Along the way, the mother broke off branches to mark them, and the person thought they were left by her mother for herself. There is no way out, but this branch was broken by the mother for her son, for fear that the son would get lost... Yes, the mother cares about her children and cares about us all the time. Mother's love is kind and selfless, just giving blindly and never asking for anything. Even if the children she raised with so much hard work do not understand her, the mother is still kind and kind, and has no regrets about the love she has given. This is the greatness of maternal love.
Mother, mother, when I was born, you greeted me with your joyful eyes; when I babbling, it was your motherly love that paid attention to me; when I was a toddler, you guided me It is your loving hands that look forward to me; when I understand the truth, it is your infinite expectations that look forward to me... I finally understand that a mother's love is so subtle that it is not even noticeable. How much love has my mother poured into me? She always asked me to do things that were "beyond my capabilities", just because she wanted me to exercise more and understand more truths. She had good intentions, but I... I really feel maternal love, that kind of strong, warm maternal love! Composition 3 on the topic of maternal love
Maternal love is like stars, countless in number; maternal love is like shining diamonds, very precious; maternal love is like flowers that have just bloomed, extremely fragrant.
My mother is very busy. If it is Sunday, my mother always gets up early and starts cleaning. After I get up, she makes breakfast for me, and then goes to buy groceries after breakfast... In short, my mother has a very busy day.
Because I have to write calligraphy on Sunday, my mother always insists on sending me to write calligraphy every Sunday afternoon, whether it is windy, rainy, or scorching hot. Sometimes, the calligraphy teacher will adjust the class if something unexpected happens, and sometimes the class will be scheduled on Saturday morning. Because my mother had to go to work on Saturday, she had no choice but to send me to Teacher Zhang’s house to write calligraphy during her free time, and then go to work in the factory. After I finished writing, she came to pick me up.
I remember one day, when my mother picked me up at Teacher Zhang’s house, it started to rain, because my mother could not drive the car to the door of Teacher Zhang’s house and could only park it at the intersection. So it’s a long way from Teacher Zhang’s door to the car. It rained heavily and there was a lot of water on the road. Mom decided to carry me on her back. I lay on my mother's back, and my mother held me up with one hand. One hand must also hold an umbrella. That's because my mother is afraid that I will get sick if I get my feet wet. When we got to the car, my mother's hair was soaked. She was panting and said to me, "It's raining so hard!" I nodded in emotion.
Mother’s love gives us more than just life. What is more important is the grace of upbringing. That great love, I think it will be difficult for me to repay it in my whole life, and it is even more impossible to repay. There are many words to describe mother, but I understand the meaning of "crow feeds back" and lamb kneels to breastfeed, so I must study hard and repay the warmth and care my mother has given me with excellent results. Essay on maternal love 4
There is a kind of selfless and great love that moves me, and that is maternal love.
When I was a child, my mother would give me sugar when I was very weak. I cook Chinese medicine. Every morning at 4 o'clock in the morning, my mother is awakened by the alarm, and then she gets up to cook the medicine. There is a strong smell of medicine in the house. When I drink the medicine, my mother always scoops a big spoonful of sugar with me. After I drank it, I put it in my mouth. Love was overflowing, just like the soft white sugar, it quietly turned into sugar water and moistened my heart. I felt that the bitter Chinese medicine was not very bitter. Now, it seems to connect me closely to maternal love. Maternal love is like a spoonful of sugar, which touches me in both bitterness and sweetness.
When I grow up, maternal love is like water. Not good, I always got inflammation, so my mother bought me a big bottle of water every day. When I went to school, I had warm water all day long. Sometimes it was rock sugar water, sometimes honey. Sometimes it's lemon water. That water stays with me spring, summer, autumn and winter, just like my mother is with me every time I drink water. I always feel refreshed, and the scorching sun of summer seems to have disappeared. At that time, maternal love was full of hope, which moved me.
But now, maternal love is. Eyes. Now, I am in junior high school, and my mother is getting busier and busier and has no time to send me to school. I go to and from school by myself. However, before going out every day, my mother always tells me over and over: "Go slowly and go early." "She asked me to walk slower because she was worried about me; and because she wanted me to go to school early and study quickly, she asked me to walk faster. She was lying on the window sill, watching my back getting farther and farther away, until I Out of her sight. And I always look back. This has never changed. At this time, maternal love is the gaze, and I am moved by that gaze. /p>
As I grow older, I become more and more grateful. Happiness comes from a look, a smile, and a warning. Mother’s love touches me in every detail and gives me the motivation to learn and move forward. motivation.
Composition 5 on the topic of maternal love
As 2012 is coming to an end, let’s take stock! The thing that impressed me the most was the London Olympics. Many athletes moved people for a long time: the Saudi female athlete Wodan Shah who ushered in a new era in her debut; the Polish one-armed girl Partika who won respect with her spirit and strength; The Chinese flying star Liu Xiang won applause after completing the "dance"... However, in my heart, Chusovitina, who has gone through six Olympics and continued to write the legend of motherly love, is the most beautiful flower blooming on the field.
Since 1992, Chusovitina has not fallen behind every time and has become an evergreen tree in the Olympic Games. Just as the public was sending blessings to her for choosing to retire as she entered her thirties, in order to raise medical expenses for her son suffering from leukemia, she had to choose to come back. To summarize simply, for the sake of her son, Chusovitina did not dare to get sick, injured, or retire... On the field, she was an outstanding athlete; off the field, she was a great mother. In the women's vault event at the London Olympics, Chusovitina finished fifth and did not win a medal, but she used motherly love to interpret something more valuable than a gold medal, that is, the power of love. I think: The energy burst out by Chusovitina’s persistence and fraternity can surpass any light.
When I saw Chusovitina walking off the field, I was so excited that I burst into tears. I couldn’t help but think of all the mothers in the world who have selfless and deep love for their children. In the last few days, staff from Quanzhou City's "Loving Mothers" Association held a fund-raising event in the rain for the medical expenses of a four-year-old girl named Zuo Lan who was suffering from leukemia. Many caring people came to donate despite the rain. I couldn't wait to take out all my pocket money and put it in the donation box. I thought: Although the volunteers are not the biological mothers of the sick children, they give just as much love.
We are about to leave in 2012, but each of the vivid faces will forever be deposited in the long river of history, warming everyone’s heart for a long time. Composition 6 on the topic of maternal love
A comb cannot comb away the mother's sorrow, and a call cannot let go of the mother's longing. Motherly love is both selfish and great. Time flies so fast, like clouds and flowing water, just like a snap of a finger, it has passed by the wind in the blink of an eye. Although the years have aged my mother’s face, she has not aged her deep love for me.
Time always flies by, but sometimes it is so long. That night, my whole body was weak and I had no strength at all. I didn't know what I should do at that time. I just naively thought that it would be fine after a while. Five minutes, 10 minutes, and 20 minutes passed. I looked at the dark ceiling in a daze. Everything seemed so long.
Suddenly a figure came over and she held my hand tightly. For some reason, these rough hands gave me a great sense of security. I opened my eyes slightly, ah, It turned out to be the mother! I saw her gently touching my forehead and saying seriously: "You kid, your head is so hot and uncomfortable. You don't even say a word to me when you feel uncomfortable. Hey!" It seemed like she was scolding me, but I could still listen. I felt very warm when I saw the worry in my mother's words.
Tick-tick-tick-tock-tock, I looked out the window, oh, it’s already dawn. Now my mind is very clear, and I recall my mother's anxious look last night. I couldn't bear to wake up the mother who was resting. I thought, this is my happiest moment. Thinking about it, I gently He took his mother's hand.
We all know that people will always leave this world. When we look back at the backs of our parents after the vicissitudes of life, you will understand how much they have paid for us. Mother, I know it’s hard for you, so if you can, please let me share it. Cherish the time now, and hope that the future me will be proud of who I am now! Composition 7 on the topic of maternal love
People often say: "Mother's love is the greatest!" Indeed, from the time I was sensible, I have seen every bit of my mother's love in my eyes and kept it in my heart.
One time, I went home as usual at eight o'clock. That day, I took a quick shower and walked back to the room quietly. I saw my mother packing my things. Seeing this, I stood silently at the door. Finally, I saw her legs kneeling on the bed, her hands struggling to drag the quilt up and down in the air. After a while, the quilt was folded into a standard tofu block. While I was secretly admiring my mother's craftsmanship, I saw her standing on tiptoes next to the bookshelf, arranging the books with her two hands, and lowering her arms from time to time. It was obvious that her arms were very sore. Then my mother quickly packed up the stationery and returned them to their "homes". I guarantee that I have done such skillful movements more than once or twice. I am sure that my mother often helps me tidy up like this seriously. My heart feels like being pricked by a needle. "Oh! Mom, actually you don't have to work so hard. I can do these tasks myself!" I couldn't help but shed tears. Mom, thank you! I am a dry stream. You kept filling me with water, thus forming a real stream. I am an inconspicuous star. Under your shining, through tempering and hard work, I have become countless The most dazzling one among the stars; I am a helpless little bird. With your help, I finally become an eagle soaring under the blue sky; I am a carefree and happy little boy growing up in the river. Fish, under your careful guidance, I finally became my mother. I have countless words of gratitude, but they seem to pale in front of you. There are so many thanks that I can’t finish them. You will always be my guide, and you will always give me care and love. Mother, let us, as children, say in unison: "Thank you for your constant care, you will always be our source and support!" Essay on maternal love 8
My sight, for so long They all have to worry about a blue umbrella... That blue color is as clear as the sky. Those rainy days when I was a kid... My mother always came to school to pick me up holding a blue umbrella. There is a blue sky above my head, and my whole body is also shrouded in blue. As far as I can see, there is a clear blue sky.
On a rainy day, the short me raised my head to talk to my mother, and accidentally discovered that my mother’s half of the sky was a gloomy gray, and the wind carried raindrops and fell into my mother’s gray sky. Mom's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was wet. And I am still under that blue rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked." I reminded. "No, the umbrella is not crooked!" Mom replied softly. My eyes were fixed on the tilted umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." My mother said stubbornly: "No, it's really not..."
Later, I slowly grew up and no longer asked my mother to pick me up on rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cabinet.
It’s another rainy day, and it’s that blue umbrella again. It’s still my mother and I under the umbrella. The difference is that this time it’s me, who is almost as tall as my mother, holding the umbrella.
My eyes naturally fell on the umbrella handle. That scene was so familiar: my mother was shrouded in a blue sky without rain. And my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet.
"The umbrella is crooked." My mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom repeated. "Mom, the umbrella is really not crooked, no!" There was a long silence under the umbrella. I occasionally looked back and saw the crystal tears sliding down my mother's cheek.
The faded umbrella once again returned to a blue color as clear as the sky.
I finally understand that for so many years, my mother has held up a blue sky without rain for me, so do we also have to repay my mother with a blue sky without rain? Just like what Meng Jiao said: Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
So, my eyes were fixed on that blue sky. I was the one fighting under the lamp late at night every night...
That blue sky was as clear as the sky, Let me not dare to look away, never dare to look away.
Composition 9 on the topic of maternal love
Maternal love is like a cup of strong fragrant tea, which brings us fragrance when we are hungry and thirsty; maternal love is like a bright street lamp, which shows me the direction when I am lost; maternal love is like a flaming red ball. The sun brings warmth when it's cold.
When I was growing up, my mother gave me endless "love" and "care". There was one thing that I will never forget. I had a high fever, my cheeks were red, and my whole body was as hot as fire... When my mother saw it, she quickly found me cold medicine and asked me to take it. She asked worriedly: "How are you, are you feeling better?" Looking at my mother anxiously The look in my eyes, I really hate myself for why I got sick!
I was lying on the bed in a daze. My mother asked me to eat but I didn’t want to eat. My mother asked: "My child, what do you want to eat? Mom will buy it for you right now!" I looked out the window. It was pouring rain, thinking that my mother also had a cold... Although I wanted to eat potato noodles, I couldn't say it. Because the shop selling potato flour is far away from my home, I don’t want my mother to run around in the heavy rain. My mother looked at me tenderly and kept asking: "Baby, what do you want to eat? It's okay, just tell me." My mother's expression made me feel that even if I want the stars in the sky, she will work hard to pick them for me. Finally, I said a little embarrassedly: "I-I want to eat potato noodles." Although my voice was low, my mother heard it clearly. Without saying a word, she immediately put on her clothes, picked up an umbrella, and I rushed to buy potato flour for me.
After a while, my mother bought the potato flour. I found that my mother's clothes were wet and tightly wrapped around her body, and her hair was stuck to her forehead. My mother didn't care about changing clothes, so she hurried to my bed and said: "Baby, hurry up while it's hot." Eat!" It turns out that my mother ran all the way back. I was eating the potato powder my mother bought for me, and I couldn't help but shed tears.
Maternal love is selfless and never asks for anything in return; maternal love is ordinary, she has no grand events; maternal love is great, she works tirelessly for her children. Here, I want to say to my mother: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you, I will repay you with my good grades!" Essay on maternal love 10
The greatest love in the world There is nothing like maternal love. Mother's love is like a trickle, flowing in our hearts; when mother's love is like rain, the lotus leaves carefully protect the lotus...
I still remember when we were young, our mother dressed us, taught us how to speak... and waited for us After going to school and growing up, my mother did not stop working hard, but became even more tired. Washing and cooking for us every day... When we were still writing hard at night, my mother would always bring a cup of steaming milk and accompany us silently.
I remember reading an article about maternal love: A pregnant woman suddenly caught fire in the building where she lived. Because of the narrow space, the fire truck could not enter. The captain of the team took out a blanket and asked the people on it to get down with their buttocks on the ground. A man jumped out unscathed. But the woman went to pose like a diver, and the blanket was torn. When she was dying, the woman said to the captain: "If the child is not dead, take it out." This story embodies maternal love. For the sake of her children, mothers can risk everything and give up their own lives. Isn't this the greatness of maternal love? "The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer." A mother's love for us cannot be described in words. My mother knitted sweaters for us after working hard all day long and not being able to have a good rest at night so that we could wear warm sweaters in the cold winter. This is the case every day, until the day we put on sweaters, my mother can have a good rest.
During this period, my mother has put in a lot of hard work, but we don’t even have a thank you. Is this what a mother should do? As the saying goes: "When a son travels a thousand miles, the mother is worried; when the mother travels a thousand miles, the son is ungrateful." Doesn't this sentence reflect the unfilial children in today's society? My mother worked hard to raise us. Could it be that what she got back was a blind eye and an unfilial child? Is this what she expected? Mother gave us life, gave us the opportunity to see this beautiful world, and gave us all kinds of things.
Should we not be filial to our mothers? Let us be filial sons and daughters from now on!
Mother’s love, you are the greatest love in the world! Essay 11 on the topic of maternal love
Although mother is strong, she is a tall tree that stands tall in the process of our growth, protecting us from wind and rain; but mother is also fragile, this fragile There is a side of the mother that she always hides very well, never showing her weakness in front of her children, but shedding tears quietly behind her back.
I have a mother who loves me very much, but she is an extremely strict mother. This may have something to do with my mother’s occupation. Who said she is a teacher? My mother’s strictness initially made me feel very uncomfortable. I feel comfortable and often get into trouble with her!
Since I was in elementary school until now, my studies have only been average. This makes my mother always hate that iron cannot become steel, and I am also very troubled deep in my heart, but It seems that studying is not my strong point! My study is not ideal enough, and my mother has been holding on to me. After Chinese language, I will focus on mathematics, and after finishing mathematics, I will focus on English. It can be said that I am also in a hurry, and I feel dizzy all day long. Especially in mathematics, if I show any signs of laziness or sloppiness, my mother will definitely get angry and make me restless all day long. At that time, I was really upset and thought to myself, how could I have such a mother!
This kind of struggle has been repeated in my family until one day, I woke up from a dream at night and heard my mother talking on the phone with a friend. The mother on the phone seemed to be crying. My mother was crying. This is in my memory. It is rare to see it here, so I listened carefully to what my mother said. "I am so strict with him because I hope he can be strict with himself and have a good future. I also want him to be a self-reliant and self-reliant person!"
After listening to this I knew I had wrongly blamed my mother. I covered myself with the quilt, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of my eyes! Composition 12 on the topic of maternal love
Mother’s Day is coming soon, and the teacher suggested that we give our mother a homemade gift. I plan to make a greeting card for my mother.
The night before Mother’s Day, I wanted to put the greeting card where? How can I let my mother see it at a glance? If you put it on the coffee table, you are afraid of being damaged by your brother; then put it in the cabinet, where your mother can see it when she opens the cabinet door after get off work. This is a good idea. So, I put the greeting card in the most obvious place in the cabinet so that my mother could see it at a glance. However, after a long time, my mother still hasn't come back. Something must have happened. I had no choice but to open the cabinet, take out the greeting card, and put it on my bedside.
At dawn, I saw that my mother hadn’t gotten up yet, so I quietly put the greeting card on my mother’s pillow and went back to sleep. When my mother woke up, I just heard her say: "What's this?" I heard my mother's voice and immediately ran to my mother and said: "It's this card!" My mother looked at me and said: "This is the greeting card. Is that so?" I said, "No, this is just the packaging of the greeting card, the excitement is yet to come!" So, I helped my mother open the greeting card. I took out the greeting card, and my mother was very moved when she saw it and said to me: "Baby, this is the first Mother's Day gift you have given to your mother since you grew up." I looked at my mother and smiled, saying nothing. Without saying anything, he got into his mother's arms. Mom stroked my head and looked at the card quietly. Although it was just an ordinary greeting card, my mother looked at it for a long time before gently putting it away in a box, like a treasure.
Seeing my mother like this, I secretly made up my mind that from now on, I will give my mother a blessing every Mother's Day. Composition 13 on the topic of maternal love
I vaguely remember Zhou Mengdie’s extremely beautiful poem: “Who is the person with a mirror hidden in his heart? Who is willing to walk through his life barefoot?” It should be the mother. Well, with a mirror in your heart, you can see through the changes in the mountains and rivers, and the sophistication of the world, and still treat others with a smile without saying a word. It's like San Mao returning from the desert to see the vastness of the world and the warmth and warmth of human beings. It's also like Lin Huiyin walking gracefully in the clouds, as if the changes in mountains and rivers have nothing to do with it.
This is a bit like my mother.
My mother is an extremely ordinary person. But sometimes, what my mother shows is a wonderful night sky. Staying next to her is like leaning in front of the window and watching the moon and stars when the moon is white, the wind is clear, and the stars are as bright as day. It makes people very peaceful and reassuring.
I am very grateful to my mother. Although we rarely sit down and talk to each other, and she never talks to me about big things, my mother has a great influence on me. I used to like painting, but my family was not very supportive. It was my mother who stood up and said, "She can paint if she wants. How can a child not have a hobby?" In this way, I was able to start my painting journey. My mother also talked to me. She said that since I have chosen this path, I must stick to it. After that, I thought about giving up, but every time I thought of her words, I persisted.
After that, I also encountered a lot of setbacks. After falling and failing countless times, my mother kept encouraging me, so I stood up countless times and continued to move forward. Since we have chosen a distant place, we only care about the journey through wind and rain. And I am fearless on the way forward because I know that behind me I have the most solid shield - my mother.
Maternal love is an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely and melancholy, one look at it will fill your eyes with brilliance; maternal love is the North Star in the dark night. We once ignored its existence. When we don’t know the direction, we faintly When we look up, it will guide us to take firm steps; maternal love is a harbor in sailing. When we encounter a storm or hit a rock, there are no strong winds and waves. We can stop here for a while, repair the wounds, prepare supplies, and prepare for the next wave. Prepare for the voyage down. Composition 14 on the topic of maternal love
Putting down the pen in my hand, the smell of books made me breathless. He turned around and took out a glass, sprinkled in a few chrysanthemums, and slowly poured boiling water into it. A refreshing fragrance pours into the nose, making people feel indescribably comfortable.
Put the lid on the cup and let it sit for a while. When I opened it again, the aroma was already fragrant.
I held the cup and came to the window, where a bright moon hung in the bright night sky. Looking at the tea in my hand again, the flowers were flipping and dancing in the whirlpool in the water. The bright yellow petals dance towards me one by one. Like happy little angels, dancing happily in the cup, forgetting themselves and dancing that beautiful dance. I took a gentle sip of the tea, which was bitter and sweet. After swallowing it, my mouth was filled with fragrance, and a blush appeared on my face.
The heat and fragrance are integrated, swirling around me. I closed my eyes until I took the last sip. The color of the tea in the cup was no longer fresh and the dancing stopped. They spend their most precious lives completing this beautiful dance.
Somehow, I thought of my mother, who was no longer young, and I suddenly felt the urge to cry. Because my eyes were closed, there were no tears left.
Think about it, isn’t mother just like this chrysanthemum tea? It spends its precious life dedicated to us. Protect us with your warm heart and let us grow up safely and happily; use your hands that are no longer delicate to lift us up when we fall; use your warm embrace to give us the most sincere encouragement...ah! Mom, you used your youth to fulfill your mission of raising us. And how have we ever thought about you? Looking at your face that is no longer young, the traces of time have already grown, and the black hair is also mixed with strands of silver...
I put down the cup, so I tightened the pen in my hand again. Composition 15 on the topic of maternal love
Who is the dearest person in the world? Who is the best person to you? Who rushed to your side first when you were in the most difficult time? Who is there to accompany you when you are most lonely and in need of help, to help you get through difficulties... Is it a friend? No, not really; a neighbor? No, not really; are they classmates? No, nor is it. So who is it? That's right, it's the mother who gave birth to you and raised you.
She gets up early every morning before dawn to prepare breakfast for you and tells you to go to school... Now that you have grown up, she could have left you alone, but she still As always, I prepare breakfast for you and tell you to go to school...but you criticize your mother's cooking every day because it doesn't taste good. I have to sleep for a while before the time comes. When you make a mistake, your mother will explain to you. You But you still retort, as if you should. But do you know how uncomfortable your mother felt when you said these words? Do you know how hard your mother works every day?
In the blink of an eye, you have grown into a young man, and your mother has become old. Looking back on the past, do you think you should have done the right thing for your mother? You are now independent and have gradually realized your mother's hard work. Should you use your love to help her, give her warmth, make her feel that her son has grown up, have no fear, and make her feel safe?
The dearest person in the world is your mother. The best person for you is your mother. It is your mother who rushes to your side when you are in the most difficult time. It is your mother who is there when you are most lonely and in need. I will accompany you when I need help and help you get through difficulties... Just like Zheng Yuan's "Only mother is good in the world" Mother is the greatest.