Dear mother, your love melted the ideal glacier for us, lit the torch of faith for us, and your encouragement condensed into the Great Wall of Hope. If the child is a ship in the dark, you are the guiding light in the vast sea. Great mother, the sun shines on your magnificent life, and the twinkling stars reflect your pure heart.
Time can erase sad memories and people's dreams, but it can't erase the deep imprint of maternal love. From the moment of birth, maternal love has been with us, paying attention to our growth until we grow up and have our own children. Motherly love will not grow old with the passage of time.
Motherly love is sacred, and mother's feelings are broad and broad. Which mother would abandon that love because of her child's defects or any mistakes? The following is a true story: the protagonist of the story is an ordinary mother. She used to be a primary school teacher. However, to her distress, her daughter's hearing was impaired by drug poisoning. That year, her daughter just turned two. At that time, the doctor concluded that her daughter's illness would not get better, but her mother did not lose heart. For the sake of her daughter's illness, she went to various local hospitals and got negative answers, but her mother refused to give up. She firmly believes that she passed. After that, the road to treatment was difficult. She quit her job and devoted all her energy to her daughter.
Training my daughter's listening and teaching her to read has been going on for five years. My daughter can finally talk to people like a normal person and go to school. She used that great maternal love to create a miracle of life.
Meng Mu moved three times to cultivate Yasheng Yuefei as a hero with tattoos, and Ouyang Xiu's mother cultivated great writers with paintings ... Who can not admire these mothers? We saw extraordinary feelings from that ordinary little thing.
The existence of maternal love makes life more exciting. Childhood is just a dependence on mother. As a teenager, it may just be an understanding of the mother. Only when the sun of life moves towards noon can we have a deep understanding and love for maternal love. With the pace of life, we see that a trace of crow's feet has been quietly carved in the corner of my mother's eye, and a wisp of white hair has climbed up my mother's forehead. However, we can't tell the traces left by the vicissitudes of life, but our mother is old.
When we grow up slowly, when we think our shoulders should shoulder heavy responsibilities, when we seem to be proud of life, we suddenly look back and find that our white-haired mother is still looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We are always children who are not sensible, and we have never left our mother's sight and care for a moment.
Without a mother, the world would lose a lot of warmth. It is with my mother that when we travel and live alone, even if everything goes wrong and even if our hearts are full of pain and resentment, we will look up, because my mother's eyes full of expectation and longing flash in our minds all the time and become our courage and spiritual sustenance.
There are almost no repeated languages in the world, but the language of any nation praises the mother the same. Finally, I ended with a poem.
Words, but also bless our mother forever young!
Years are ruthless, and autumn frost whitens your sideburns and grinds your fingertips. The story of the annual rings is written on your forehead. Your broad love sea gave birth to a stronger, more mellow and more real love for your son.
In your eyes, I am still a baby waiting to be cared for. You also care about my weak body with all your enthusiasm and love. Every time you take a step towards success, that kind of joy will quietly surge in your smiling mouth.
White hair records the past years, wrinkles are engraved with the picture of life, smiles are condensed with ideal joy, and eyes are shining with sparks of wisdom-this is you, my mother, feeding the creatures in the world with broad maternal love. We applaud the selflessness of maternal love ―― eternal maternal love!