Maternal love is selfless. The greatness of mother cannot be expressed in words. Language can only express a small part of maternal love. Let us see how maternal love is expressed. The following is the "Essays on Mother's Love (Selected 5)" compiled by me for your reference only. You are welcome to read this article. Chapter 1: Selected essays about maternal love
Maternal love is a mountain, it is great, it does not ask for anything in return, and it is unknown.
It is written in "The Song of the Wandering Son": The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the body of a wandering boy. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring splendors. This poem depicts how much a mother loves her children. Her own child could not stay with her, so the mother mended the clothes on the wanderer's body stitch by stitch. But who cares about these small things? Only wanderers will realize it in the future.
I remember one time, my body was freezing, but I still insisted on doing my homework, because the final exam will be in a few days, and I must not get sick at this time. He was wearing a big cotton-padded jacket and a thick quilt, but he was still numb from the cold.
My mother lovingly brought me a bowl of steaming brown sugar water for me to drink. I felt that my body was much warmer, but it was still a little cold. My mother gave me a hot water bottle and turned on the air conditioner. Then it gradually warmed up.
These two days are weekends. I have been reviewing non-stop. During this period, my mother served me tea and covered me with quilt. I finally recovered from my illness before the final exam on Monday. Before going to school on Monday, my mother made me a cup of brown sugar tea to drink, and also brought me medicine to take to school, which warmed my heart.
A mother's love is the warmest flame; a mother's love is the best care when you are sick; a mother's love is a cup of warm brown sugar water. Mother's love is hidden in everything, and nothing can compare with it. Chapter 2: Selected essays about maternal love
Maternal love is like an umbrella, protecting me from the wind and rain; maternal love is like a spring breeze, bringing me bursts of warmth; maternal love is a beacon on the sea, illuminating The direction I'm heading.
My mother is gentle and beautiful. It gave me life, gave me a wealth of knowledge, and gave me the motivation to move forward.
Once, I deeply felt my mother’s love for me. When I was a child, I was very unsteady when walking and would always fall down. The time I walked on the gravel road, I tripped over a small stone because I walked too fast. So, I fell heavily to the ground and walked home while crying. My mother heard my cry at that time, but she didn’t know that I was crying because of the fall until she saw that I was limping. After walking on the ground, he quickly ran over and supported me with his hands. He saw blood on my feet, legs, and even my face, and quickly drove me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, my mother kept complaining to herself, saying that she had not taken good care of me. Until she arrived at the hospital, her mother was still rushing back and forth for me, registering and queuing up... My mother was in a very anxious mood until the doctor bandaged me. Only then did the mother let out a long breath.
When I was approaching the exam, my mother sat next to me every day to help me review, find out the key points of the questions for me, and teach me the skills to solve the questions during the exam. My mother often said to me: "Work hard for a few years, and you will see the results of your hard work when you grow up." Although I don't quite understand what my mother means, I always know that my mother is doing it for my own good. While everyone only cares about whether I fly high, my mother always only cares about whether I am tired from flying.
Maternal love is my strong backing; maternal love is my spiritual food; maternal love is my direction of progress. My mother is getting older and I am growing up, but that love remains the same. Chapter 3: Selected essays about maternal love
Maternal love is like a pure lotus, maternal love is like a rich osmanthus, maternal love is like a strong rose. I think my mother is the greatest person in the world.
I remember that day, my mother took me to buy clothes and shoes. When I passed a shoe store, I asked my mother to buy me a pair of shoes, but my mother was indifferent and ignored me at all. Just like that, we walked past this shoe store, but I was still thinking about the shoes in that store.
My mother said: "Don't think about it. The shoes there are not good, they are too hard and they will scratch your feet." I didn't believe it. I insisted on buying the shoes there, so my mother could only hold back the anger in her heart and follow me. Went back to the store. After I picked out the shoes I wanted, my mother was still dissatisfied, but I felt nothing had happened. My mother said: "You will regret it!" I didn't listen to my mother's words, so I took the shoes and ran home.
After a week, I felt uncomfortable wearing it, but I could bear it for a while; by the second week, the skin on my heels was worn out. I remembered what my grandma said to me: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences." This sentence is about me. I didn't listen to my mother and bought shoes, and I was the one who suffered in the end.
I didn’t tell my mother at first, but then I couldn’t help it anymore and told her. When my mother saw this, she hurriedly went to get the bandage. She almost fell down because she was walking too fast. My nose felt sore when I saw it. When my mother got the bandage back, she lifted up my pants and took off my shoes. When she saw that my heels were turning blue, she put a bandage on me distressedly. My mother asked me: "Does it hurt?" I smiled and said: "Oh, it doesn't hurt at all, just a small injury, a small injury!" My mother and I looked at each other and laughed.
Maternal love is like a pure lotus, which protects my growth. Chapter 4: Selected essays about maternal love
If you ask me who is the most selfless person in the world? Then I will definitely say: "Mom!" She gave me life and unrequited love. Mother's love is like an umbrella on rainy days, protecting me from the wind and rain, allowing me to grow up healthily and happily; mother's love is like a busy river, carrying every bit of my life.
My mother’s love for me comes in many forms: preparing a hearty breakfast for me every day; whenever I participate in competitions, my mother will cheer for me and encourage me; Even when I was tired, she would guard me meticulously and take care of me...
I remember one morning, I was going to be late for school, but I was still lying in bed, not wanting to get up. My mother first whispered: "My dear daughter, get up, you will be late for school in a while." But I remained unmoved and continued to lie on the bed. After a while, my mother came over and asked me to get up again and said: "Get up quickly, I will be late in a while, get up quickly." In this way, she called me many times, but I still didn't get up. I even said back, "You're so annoying!"
When I got up, I saw my mother making breakfast for me. I thought to myself: "Mom is not happy." Just as I was thinking about it, my mother smiled and said: "My dear daughter, get up and wash up quickly, otherwise you will be late." At this time, I felt sad. At the same time, I also feel the extremely happy love!
"The mother suffers when the child is not seen, and the child is tired and the mother is uneasy." Maternal love is like a big tree. In spring, it can give me vitality and vitality; in summer, In autumn, it shields me from the scorching sun and brings me coolness; in autumn, it paves the way forward for me; in winter, it shields me from the wind and snow and brings me warmth.
Mom: "I love you!" Chapter 5: Selected essays about maternal love
Mother's love is like the sea. My mother is the person who loves me most in the world. She always leaves the good things behind. Give it to me, keep the bad ones to yourself.
My parents have to get up very early every morning to prepare delicious food for us, and sometimes there are still panda eyes hanging around my eyes; they drive me to school in the morning, and before leaving, my parents keep reminding me: " "The school must listen to the teacher." and so on; our meals are bought by our parents with money and cooked by our own hands. This is all love.
One time, I quickly finished my homework at home. My mother was turning over my homework. Suddenly her eyes turned to dark clouds. The typhoon came. My mother said like a tigress with a straight face: "There are no words at all." No, the accuracy is not high at all. I rewrote it.” I was very angry when I heard this and talked back to my mother. She said, “If you don’t rewrite it, I will tear up your notebook.” I was afraid. But I was unwilling to do so. I hated my mother at that time. Why did she always ask me to rewrite? This was something I worked hard to do. I didn’t value the fruits of my labor at all. I should decide for myself. Why should I let you do it? Decide.
But my mother calmed down and said earnestly: "If you write seriously and your words are good, will I let you rewrite it?" After hearing this, I began to quietly reflect on whether I was also good at writing. Wrong. It turns out that my mother is doing everything for my own good. This is tough love.
"The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer." I deeply feel my mother's love; Heart, know how to repay your parents when you grow up.