Everyone wants to have her, in fact, everyone has her, but some people always feel that they are not as happy as others, because they have not found maternal love and have not felt happiness. What is happiness? People have different contents and explanations since ancient times. Happiness in the ocean of words is a feeling after people get happiness. I think otherwise, it is not just a feeling, but a process. I asked some people and asked them: Are you happy? Someone replied:? I am not happy, because my material life is not rich, and I still have a long way to go. ? Someone replied:? I am very happy, because I have no worries about food and clothing and live a rich life. ? Unfortunately, they regard happiness as a satisfaction of spiritual and material life.
In fact, happiness is very simple. If you are not in such a hurry, if you use loving eyes, if you seize precious moments, is happiness really close to us? Each of us has his own mother, and maternal love is the most precious happiness for each of us?
Motherly love is the purest, most selfless and most precious emotion of human beings, and every child enjoys the happiness and joy given by his mother. The long road of life has become so confident and smooth because of my mother's education, guidance and support. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend and go smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.
My mother is an ordinary rural woman. In my eyes, she is one of the most important people in my life. Looking back, I remembered her caring eyes when she hobbled; I remembered her figure in every school and the storm in the school; Every time I get sick, I think of her haggard face at the bedside; I remembered that when I stayed up late to prepare for the exam, she sent me warm hot tea; I remember the tears in her eyes when she got the grades; Think of the words she cares about after every setback; I remember her happy smile and white hair on her temples when she came back from a long trip. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart will always be with me. Every time I fall in my life, I seem to hear my mother's voice. Son, does it hurt? . Sometimes, I complain that my life and work are too stressful, but she can always patiently enlighten me and calm me down. I think if the whole world abandons me, at least my mother won't abandon me. She cares about me in every way, only hoping that I can? Live a better life! ? She has been standing at the highest point of my life, silently guiding my life path.
Today, with more and more stable career and life, I began to have my own family. However, every time I go home, my mother's wrinkles and white hair are growing. In the face of her aging, what did I do besides visiting her occasionally, chatting with her and giving her some living expenses?
Great love is silent, maternal love is like water, and this kind of love is gentle and deep! Looking back on what my mother did for me in the past, I really did little for my mother. What I can do for my mother now is to live well, spend more time with her, make her less worried and less concerned, and make her feel happy because of me.
Selected essays praising maternal love II. There is a kind of love, great and ordinary, such as moistening things in the spring rain, like a touch of breeze; There is a feeling, selfless and broad, lasting and profound friendship. This is maternal love, always selfless, without asking for anything in return. In the temple of many people's memory, mother has always been your most loyal backing, and every step of growth has grown up in her loving eyes; Every success is spent in mother's gratified smile. When I was a child, a movie "Mom loves me again" made many people cry. How many people's voices have been sung in a song "Only a mother is good in the world". Motherly love is a silent song, which always rings gently in an afternoon, a dusk and a dark night. Motherly love is a faint picture, always when you are most frustrated and in need of help, in strange streets, strange stations and foreign hotels. A flash in front of your eyes?
When I was a child, my mother's skirt was full of tears, and her hands were clenched when she learned to walk. Mother's rings record the trajectory of your life; Mother's four seasons are concerned about your warmth and coldness outside. Mother's love is an umbrella for you forever. Only when the rainstorm strikes, do you suddenly discover your mother's hardships. Motherly love is a firm look behind you, and you can see your mother's vigilant figure as soon as you look back.
Mother gave you life, kindness and a forever home. Go back to your mother, no matter how late you get up, I will carefully prepare breakfast for you; No matter how lazy your hands and feet are, you will put clean and tidy clothes on the pillow. Motherly love is the truest and purest. Everything about it has already been integrated into children's daily life, and it has been integrated into daily dribs and drabs, so that life can grow up healthily in the glory of love. Maternal love is the deepest and heaviest. No matter how much wind, frost, rain and snow you experience, no matter how many misunderstandings and grievances you suffer, your love for your children has never changed. Every happy day, there will be a more busy figure of my mother; Every ordinary meal contains the mother's delicate thoughts. Motherly love is simple and ordinary, never considering any return, but letting life continue and bear in kindness; Motherly love is persistent and has no regrets. Motherly love often transcends blood and creates miracles. A garbage collector's mother donated her kidney to her uremic son without hesitation. Another mother adopted a child with cerebral palsy, not only regarded her as her own, but also ignored the doctor's assertion, which made Cycas blossom and the mentally retarded child admitted to colleges and universities?
The child's eyes always face the most beautiful distance, but the mother's eyes always fall on the child and often forget herself. Mother is used to her child's negligence, but her heart is wandering with her child. Children's birthday preferences make their mothers a few treasures, and children's frequent smiles are a kind of dependence on their mothers when they are teenagers. When I was young, I had a blind love for my mother. Perhaps only when the sun of life moves towards noon and life begins in spring and summer will we have a deep understanding and love for our mother.
We may suddenly realize that mother is actually a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to deep lake, from bright moon to iceberg. With the pace of life, when we feel the wrinkles on our mother's forehead and her white hair with crow's feet and a wisp of white hair, it is sometimes difficult for us to tell whether we are old or our mother is old or the years are old. What do we want to leave behind is an unforgettable maternal love, or the years of dribs and drabs, travel-stained, blood and tears? The passage of time is speechless. When we feel something about time, it must be in a very heavy memory. When we truly realize our mother's sacrifice, we should also enter the season of giving and sacrificing. Sometimes we wonder, as mothers, are we just raising us? Without the dedication, sacrifice and selfless love of my mother, would there be warmth, sunshine and my heavy tears in the world?
We finally grew up, from a boy to a man; From daughter to mother. When we think that our shoulders have provoked responsibility and destiny, when we seem to be proud of life, maybe one day, we suddenly find that our white-haired mother is looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We will suddenly feel that in the eyes of our mother, we will never get rid of the feeling of being a baby and will always be the ignorant child in our mother's arms.
We often find that at the moment when we look back, before our long journey and when we leave, we have never left our mother's sight and mother's concern. ? Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? ? We always think, what can we give back to our mother? Mother is a kind of time, whether it is a mediocre or simple personal life experience or a teaching and proof given by the progress of the whole society. In the journey of life without a smooth road, she suffered the most, shouldered the most pressure, swallowed the most tears, but still smiled with love, warmth, sympathy and kindness; Facing life, facing us, only mom! Forever mother! Without mother, life will be dark; Without a mother, society will lose its warmth. At that time, we thought that life was the most difficult moment. In the face of blow and loss, we thought it was completely lost. At that moment, it was my mother's words that made us start over. Looking at our overwhelming frustration, my mother said, it's time to be content! The days are still long! So we understand a profound truth, why so many philosophers and wise men regard the scarred nation as their mother, the turbulent river as their mother, and the vast land as their mother. Because what can be borne, the mother has borne it; What should be paid, the mother has paid. As an era, mother is not only a symbol of the nation, but also a symbol of love. Perhaps it is because we can't repay everything that the flowing years have given us, so we have always loved our mother.
In our eyes, mother is a sad time that is always worth tears, and a beautiful story that can never be read.
Selected essays praising maternal love 3- 1
That autumn, I just came to a school in the ancient city of Chang 'an to study. When I was fifteen, I left my warm and peaceful home for the first time. On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I went back to my dormitory and saw a letter from my mother lying quietly on the table. This is the first letter I received from my mother. When I received the letter, I was afraid to open it and face it.
I opened the letter carefully, and my mother's vigorous and elegant handwriting came into view. My strict mother actually called me this in her letter: My dear child? You have been talented since you were a child and have always been the pride of your mother. ? I want to be strong, a mother who pursues perfection for everyone and everything, and a mother who is not good at expressing her feelings. You finally said that I have always been your pride. I persisted, with my stubbornness and indifference, and refused to give up. I seem to be waiting for you, and everything I do seems to prove myself to you.
Mom, at that moment, I looked up at the window. The moon is like a mirror, I can't see the person I love. Think of Yu Guangzhong's poem:? Homesickness is a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. ? At that time, tears poured down like a spring.
I grew up with my grandmother and didn't return to my mother until I went to elementary school. My mother, she is not only an excellent teacher, but also famous for her strict teaching. The students are not afraid of her, and I, as young as her students, am full of awe for her. I have never spoiled in front of my mother, and even took the initiative to hold her warm hand. I kept a reserve and indifference in front of her that children should not have. My mother in my childhood memory has a pair of beautiful big eyes of Ming Che. However, whenever I did something wrong or didn't get excellent grades, my mother's sharp eyes shot like arrows, which made me feel ashamed for an instant.
However, that night, the moon once moored in Li Bai's glass, shone on Du Fule's garden, sprinkled on the willow branches of Baqiao, and brushed the chrysanthemum in front of Tao Yuanming's gallery, but it had a different kind of warmth. My mother, the moon that night, it was your warm eyes that washed my desolate and lonely heart.
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My son is seven years old and will go back to his hometown with his father this holiday. He said to me, I want to go back with that little white stone. What big white stone? He took it out of his pocket and put it in his little hand. This boulder looks like a bright full moon, with my nickname engraved on one side, and: Safe life? . It was brought back to me by my mother from a trip abroad more than ten years ago. At that time, I was not married, and of course there were no little people standing in front of me. I didn't know that the little man dug up this small stone from that corner of the house.
Perhaps, some love will always be hidden in every corner around us, covering every space in our hearts like moonlight. We are familiar in our hearts and within our reach. But I often turn a blind eye, thinking that she has always been there, but in the long river of time, I gradually ignored her and forgot her.
Why are you carrying it? Senna said, when I miss you, just take it out and have a look.
My eyes were moist for an instant, and I held him tightly, my little man.
The only thing that can compete with time is probably love. She is a bright moon, and life from generation to generation holds her and warms every season of each other's lives. She is a bright moon, and generations of life care for it, illuminating every night of each other's lives.
Who said that? Happiness? The person you love is right beside you.
I am very happy to have my mother around. With relatives around, the moon in my heart is always bright and bright.