Motherly love prose 1
Sometimes, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world. Because, I have a good mother, who occupies an irreplaceable sacred position in my heart. When I was growing up, she constantly changed herself.
I remember once the teacher talked about going shopping in the supermarket. Before leaving that day, my mother said, "Don't go shopping. I went home shopping that day and bought the wrong thing that was unhealthy for my health. My mother scolded me at that time, but I thought about it that night: My mother scolded me if she wanted me to be healthy, and she had to wash clothes, cook and wash dishes every day when she came back from work. Sometimes my mother asks my father to check my homework when she doesn't have time. Sometimes she not only corrects it herself, but also returns it to my father. You can also give your mother a grade reward or send her a bunch of carnations on Mother's Day on May 8. The bright smile on her face also shows her love for her. Washing her feet once may be considered a trivial matter by many students, but did you do it? If you can't do it, you can give your mother a reward for her grades. For example, I participated in the Little Calligrapher Competition in the first grade and won the title of "Little Calligrapher". He also participated in the national primary school students' innovative composition preliminary competition and won the first prize in the preliminary competition. Every year, he won the title and certificate of "excellent team cadre".
So, classmates, from now on, be a caring person from your side. Maybe you will say why I care about them! Because they are old, they need the care and care of others. Finally, I want to tell my classmates that parents' love cannot be expressed in words. His parents didn't do anything earth-shattering, but he is a hero who will never fail in my heart. Since childhood, my parents have been with me, infecting me, influencing me and guiding me. The most touching thing is that my parents have been changing themselves in order to better educate me.
There is a good saying: "the thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body." Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Have you ever chewed the selfless love of your parents? Have you ever felt the great love of your parents? Have you ever deeply thanked your parents for their heavy love? Observe with your eyes, listen with love, feel with your heart, and praise the love of the greatest parents in the world with a pen!
Motherly love essay 2
"Hey, this daffodil is really strange. Why didn't it bloom after so long? " Mother leaned back in her chair and asked softly. "Don't open, don't open? This is its own business. It' s really embarrassing! " I answered impatiently. Seeing me like this, my mother was silent. Since I entered junior high school, I don't know how many times I stabbed my mother intentionally or unintentionally. How much helplessness and tolerance is there in her heart?
Narcissus gives off a pleasant fragrance, and I see a little soft light in the hazy air.
Late at night, I was still writing at my desk, and a wide cotton-padded jacket was gently draped over me. My mother asked with concern, "What's the matter? Is it still cold? " I shook my shoulder ungrateful and my clothes slipped off me. I waved my hand in disgust and said, "I'm busy, not cold." Mother silently picked up the cotton-padded jacket on the ground and quietly walked out of the room. How many times, I clearly know that this is a kind concern, but I always deliberately ignore it.
Narcissus gives off a pleasant fragrance, and I feel a breeze in the ethereal air.
My mother brought me breakfast and said, "Oh, this daffodil is finally in bloom, otherwise I thought I had a garlic tree." Seeing that my mother is so busy going in and out, I really want to persuade her to have a rest, but I stubbornly said, "Mom, why can't you be idle?" Aren't you tired of wandering around? " Mom still smiled without a word.
Narcissus exudes a quiet fragrance, and the fragrance in the room dilutes the contradiction between us.
"It has been raining for so long that I can't go home." I stood in the shop at the school gate and whispered about the untimely rain. Not far away, "dadada" footsteps came to me and handed me an umbrella. I looked up in surprise and asked, "aren't you resting at home?" Why are you here? " Mom smiled faintly: "I just came out to buy things and passed by." Back home, my mother carefully wiped the water drops on my clothes, carefully, as if it were a treasure.
Narcissus exudes a pleasant fragrance, and I saw a continuous maternal love in the dripping rain.
"Mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red-violet, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? " Old Bing Xin's words are mixed with this beautiful flower fragrance, rippling in my heart.
No matter what you have, you can't give up easily, let alone this most precious maternal love? Appreciate with your heart and let maternal love shine!
Motherly love prose collection 3
Maternal love is the most selfless and greatest love in the world, and we thrive under its careful care. It is like a drizzle in spring, nourishing the seedlings.
Mother is a very gentle and virtuous person. I spent 14 spring and autumn under the care of my mother and grew up under the illumination of maternal love.
I still remember that it was noon in a cold winter and I was doing my homework. The topic in front of the general homework is very simple, so I naturally finished it in two or three days.
But what should come will come. I'm struggling with math problems now, but I can't think of anything. So, my disobedient hand turned over the answer at the back.
Wow, it hurts. There is a ghost plotting against me. My hand seems to have been slapped by something.
Looking back, I caught a glimpse of my mother's deep face on my back in the sunshine.
She suddenly said, "Do you have to see the answer? Can't you think about it seriously? "
"I ..." Before I finished, my mother added, "You know, nothing is difficult for a willing heart. Problems are changed from simple topics step by step, and the most important thing is ... "
She told me to keep thinking, but also to supervise, not to peek all the time. After twenty minutes of struggle, I finally defeated this powerful opponent and won.
Mother nodded with satisfaction and murmured, "Yes, this is my daughter." That's how she slipped out of my room. After a while, I saw her bring me a pot of hot water and said, "soak your hands and feet first, or it will be so cold." If you go on like this, you will freeze to death. "
I nodded excitedly and obeyed my mother's instructions. At that moment, I seemed to be the happiest person in the world. The cold air is getting warmer, and the icebergs with thousands of years of snow have melted.
In the process of growing up, we always have to experience tests and setbacks, and on this golden road of growth, it will become so many times and so colorful because of the existence of my mother.
Isn't strict love beautiful? It can make us learn to be independent! And parents' love is too kind, which may not be a good thing, and may make children rely too much on their parents and do nothing well.
Motherly love is like a mountain, often deep and severe; Maternal love, like water, is often gentle and delicate; Motherly love is like the sky, always in love;
Thought of here, I think of Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer:
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does an inch of grass have? "
Motherly love prose collection 4
Do you know the weight of maternal love? The friend asked. I shook my head. Can maternal love be weighed? My friend told me a story-
After graduating from college, a young woman worked as a math teacher in a middle school, tied the knot with the physics teacher at the same school, and began a sweet life happily. Two years later, they had a lovely daughter, which added endless joy. However, something unexpected happened, and they soon found that their daughter's legs were as soft as noodles and could not support her body at all.
She was extremely anxious, holding her daughter to the hospital for examination, and the cruel facts ruthlessly impacted her nerves-cerebral palsy! A child with cerebral palsy means that he can't sit up, stand up and walk, let alone run, like other children all his life. ...
She took her daughter back with heavy steps, one step, two steps, three steps, from the first floor, the second floor to the fifth floor, her legs were like notes filled with lead ... Looking at her petite face, she burst into tears. Relatives and friends kindly advised: you are still young, give up. But she has only one firm belief: "As long as I have strength, I will never give up my daughter." From then on, she went out to travel-rain or shine, hot sun or heavy snow, as long as she heard where it could be cured, she took her daughter with her.
However, God did not care for her efforts, and her daughter still had to lie in bed.
Day after day, year after year. She gets up early every day, dresses her daughter, washes her face, carries her to the bathroom, feeds her, and goes back to bed before going to work. On the way, she had to take time to go home and take her daughter to the bathroom. Lunch feed, dinner feed, one scoop, one bite. On a sunny evening, she still carried her daughter from the fifth floor to the first floor, pushing a wheelchair to see the scenery along the street and the community, and then carried her daughter from the first floor to the fifth floor and fell asleep. ...
Neighbors exclaimed: how did a thin mother get such great strength? She smiled indifferently and said, "Habit becomes nature."
After telling this story, my friend said, how heavy is maternal love? 9 kg, 80 kg, 100 kg, no, it's heavier, so heavy that children can't measure it all their lives.
After listening to this story, I fell into meditation: how heavy is maternal love? Who can weigh it? A set of records counts the hard work of a housewife in a family of three:18,000 spoons,13,000 plates, 6,000 bowls, 3,000 pots,18,000 clothes, and the weight of moving back and forth is about 5 tons. 5 tons a year, how many tons in 20 or 30 years?
But is that all my mother did? No, my mother has done countless things. Can you and I figure out how much my mother loves?
I can't help but think of another story-a middle-aged mother, who weighs only 45 kilograms, dug 10 years of coal under the mine for her son to go to school, and dragged 100 kilograms of coal back and forth in a 30-meter roadway every day. Just as the son was admitted to college and the couple were planning to enjoy their future life, a gas explosion occurred in a small coal mine, and bad luck came to the mother. When people found mother's body, she held her nose tightly with one hand and wrote on the wet wall with the other hand: Read, children. ...
How much does maternal love weigh? I can't answer this question. I know that sometimes maternal love is not heavy at all, just like air, it is everywhere: sometimes maternal love can be used as a pillar to support the family, the sky and the ground!
Motherly love prose 5
Time is a casual book. When you turn it over, a sentence pops up: "Motherly love is one disappointment after another".
Harsh and sad. Cover your face and burst into tears.
Yes, the effort to dig the lung was disappointed before turning the corner. The constant is still persistent dedication, even if it turns into tears, it still smiles and pays. This stubborn person who has been hurt is the one who is called "mother".
Thirty-seven or eight years ago, there were three little people sitting at the gate, just waiting for a figure to appear at the east end of the alley: waving to us from a distance with a cage or a bag.
-Who else besides grandma? We are waiting for the delicious food in the cage bag.
As far as I can remember, as long as I entered my door, my grandmother never rested. Cut and sew clothes for us, paste them one by one, take shoes from Shuang Yi, and knit them one by one ... Grandma's eyes are full of work. Later, I learned that my aunt had been at odds with my grandmother and even quarreled because she always brought things to my house. Because I always come to my house to help my mother, and even my uncle doesn't give my grandmother a good look. But grandma just couldn't control her legs and kept running to my house. Grandma's family is full of wheat flour buns, and my family can't even eat enough sweet potato buns and tortillas. At that time, I just couldn't figure out why grandma didn't like delicious food.
As far as I can remember, I have never seen my mother take care of my grandmother. Only my grandmother is busy eating and wearing warm clothes for us. When I grow up, things will naturally be more and my mother will be busier.
When grandma was seriously ill, she caught up with her brother in a car accident and her mother accompanied her. When grandma was dying, she caught up with her sister in the hospital to prepare for delivery, accompanied by her mother. Yes, it's always her children, always concerned by her mother: even if she is white-haired, the children are strong!
-mother can only beat grandma's coffin with tears in her eyes, and can't forgive her selfishness!
More than ten years ago, I also became a mother. Anemia, caesarean section again.
My mother won't let me hold my son for fear that I will be tired; Don't let my son live with me for fear of disturbing me; Even overbearing to feed him milk powder, saying that his daughter is thin, and that little guy sucks her blood instead of milk!
The war between me and my mother began: I said, how much you hate my son; She said, your son is tired of my daughter. I said, my baby doesn't want you to be in charge; She said, I don't care about your children. I just want to care about my children. I said, just give the baby something good to eat; She said, your baby is a baby, so is my baby. ...
There is only one result of this war-
I have a runny nose and tears, complaining bitterly about my mother's "bad behavior" of not loving her son, but my mother just smiled cautiously and apologized to me, saying "I was wrong" and "I dare not cry in anger for the next month, which is not good for my health ..."
When the guy was in the provincial children's hospital, his paraplegic mother hired a car from the countryside and rushed to the provincial capital. Just to say "Don't be afraid of my baby, there is a mother" in front of me and hand me the 3,000 yuan she saved.
When my mother was dying, I accompanied that guy for infusion, and I couldn't bear to walk away.
After three days in a coma, my mother left. When I arrived, my mother had already left completely.
I can't forgive myself for slapping my mother's coffin. At that moment, I suddenly remembered that my mother was kneeling in front of my grandmother's coffin-why are we so selfish?
Could it be that maternal love is really a failure again and again?
I covered my face, but the tears of stubborn injustice still fell from my fingers …
Motherly love prose 6
Motherly love is great and sacred. Motherly love can wash people's hearts like spring water; Motherly love can be like the hard ice of the soul baked by fire; Motherly love can warm people's hearts like sunshine; Motherly love can protect every inch of soul seeds. So, what kind of brilliant color does maternal love have?
Maternal love, with a warm heart of light orange. On the eve of the exam, I stayed up all night and kept reciting every sentence I could use in the exam. "s = ah× 2 ... hmm ..." Quickly recorded in the notebook from time to time. The exam is really tiring. I spend a lot of time reciting, reciting, reviewing and reviewing every day. I plunged into the world of x+y, the world of "central thoughts and writing techniques" and the world of "definite articles and indefinite articles" ... Chinese, mathematics and English are my compulsory courses every night. "God, how to remember so many things ..." I couldn't help sighing. Suddenly, a cup took my eyes off "finding the solution of 2x+3x=335". Mother's voice seemed to come from another world: "Are you tired of reviewing?"? Have a rest and don't be too tired. " "Thank you ..." Before I finished, the obviously tired figure gradually disappeared from sight. Yes, mom obviously has a job ... She brought me a steaming cup of milk tea, warm and light orange, which reflected my sleepy but moving eyes in the crescent white cup. ...
Motherly love has a meaningful sea blue. I remember that year, when I was a playful child, my mother began to let me learn piano. How can you sit still if you are dishonest? I started practicing the piano with a bad attitude, slammed the piano hard, stared at my mother and shouted, "quit!" " I quit! "But my mother still patiently reasoned:" Practice, where is it not bitter or sweet? "But I didn't listen and went on strike angrily. That night, my mother accompanied me all night, practiced with me, listened to my complaints and laughed all the time. Lying in bed at night complaining that learning the piano is too tired and my mother is too stubborn. Turning over, I suddenly found that the door was unlocked and there was light coming in, but the clock showed that it was past eleven o'clock! I sneaked out of bed and opened the door, and my mother was still working! Turning around, it's my mother's mobile phone, still browsing the short message status, which reads: "Check and accept the work results tomorrow. "Ah, mom works all night, just because ... looking at that sleepy figure, I seem to think a lot. It's about growth, about mom, about love ...
Motherly love, with gentle and quiet pink. There was a time when I was confused by all kinds of school activities. Just after chorus practice, I was called to a big group meeting. When I come back from the meeting, I have to prepare a speech on the new round of cadre transition immediately. After writing, I was even assigned a lot of intermediate radio scripts for approval ... that day, I hurried home to finish my homework and practice the piano and said to my mother, "wake me up at eight o'clock to go to work." She nodded, and I fell asleep in bed. It seems like a long sleep, so long that I want to open my eyes and look at the time. However, as soon as my eyes opened a crack, I was dragged into my dream again by continuous sleepiness. After a long time, I woke up. "Well, what's the matter? I clearly just lay down, why cover myself with a quilt? " I was only wearing pajamas and covered with a pink quilt. It was dark outside ... I glanced at my watch at two o'clock. What? Is the watch broken? Let me take a closer look-two o'clock in the morning! I slept for six hours? In my panic, I tried to touch my schoolbag, but I found a piece of paper. It says, "Too much work will make you tired. Take a break-mom. " The panic stopped. I looked at the note and got ready for bed. But before that, I carefully put the note in the collection box on my desk. ...
Motherly love is like a rainbow, colorful and ever-changing. However, no matter what color it is, no matter what, the color belonging to maternal love is always the most beautiful.
Motherly love prose collection 7
Motherly love is an eternal topic. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Not as touching as history; It has no sea reversed by shock waves; It is like spring rain, which falls in our hearts. Although silent, it nourishes the seedlings of life. Maternal love is an idyllic poem, long and pure, elegant and light;
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, sung softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter.
Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world.
Mom is the one who loves you the most. A famous person once said: When you succeed, everyone is a friend, but when you fail, only your mother is your partner.
The child grows up day by day, but the mother grows old day by day, and the wrinkles on her forehead are engraved by the years; Those white hairs whose sideburns are dyed white by years; Is the best testimony. Youth is fleeting, and years are like water, but the years that slip through your fingers can't change a mother's love for her children. When a child is discouraged, he will be high-spirited when he thinks of his mother; When the child is helpless, he thinks of his mother and has a home to live in; When children waste their lives, they will be filled with lofty sentiments when they think of their mothers. The mother is the pillar of the child.
Taking maternal love in literature as the topic, then this article must be full of literary talent and sentimental meaning; Music is about maternal love, so this song must be gentle and affectionate.
Gorky once said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. It was my mother who watered the flowers that were about to open with love. So the most beautiful cry in the world is "Mom".
Since ancient times, how many literati have come to praise maternal love. When Meng Jiao was wandering outside, his mother's smile haunted him, and he missed his mother all the time. Back then, my mother sat under the dim oil lamp and made him new clothes. Mother sews clothes meticulously, and needle and thread are her love. This dress contains the mother's reluctance to her son. When he put on this dress, his heart was full of sadness and tears, and he was full of emotion, so he wrote this "wandering story": a kind mother made clothes for her wayward boy's body with thread in her hand. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
When I was a toddler, it was maternal love that became my crutch, tirelessly encouraging me to take a step of growth; When I was young and ignorant, it was maternal love that spurred me and encouraged me to fly to the ideal sky. When I was a child, maternal love became my motivation, telling me that as long as I work hard, I will gain something, and I will not regret it when I look back.
Motherly love essay 8
As the saying goes: "A mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain." Motherly love, if she is the blue sky, then we are the birds in the blue sky; Motherly love, if she is a wide stream, then we are the little flowers moistened by her; Motherly love, if she is a mountain, then we are a little flower growing on the mountain; Motherly love, if she is ...
Once, after our Chinese Unit 3 test paper was distributed in batches, I was very scared-because I only got 79 points. I'm afraid it makes sense. Every time my grades drop, my mother picks up a stick and hits me. At that time, I only heard the sound of "scratching". As soon as I got home, my mother asked me what I had done in this exam. At this time, I told her my grades. Suddenly, my mother frowned and her eyes were full of murderous look. After that, my mother picked up a wooden stick and said, "Take off your pants, hurry up!" " "I dare not listen, so I have to take off my pants and only hear' scratching'. Then I slowly burst into tears. I think so: Is an exam that serious? Besides, it's not a big exam. I cried and thought that time would flow through my tears. Slowly, the next day, just before dawn, I woke up. I found a note at the bedside: I'm sorry, son, I didn't mean to make you suffer. I did it for your study. You see, your study has plummeted, and you will soon be caught up by poor students. I did it to help you. I realized why my mother hit me with a stick!
Because as the saying goes, "Beating is pro, scolding is love!" Mom's grades have improved, and I won't let you down!