Mother's Day Prose 1
Motherly love is an olive. Although it tasted bitter and hard at first, it became sweet and fragrant after a long time. Motherly love is an umbrella, although rough and old, but it can shelter me from the wind and rain; Motherly love is a silent gaze. Although silent, it is thrilling.
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"There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the call of mother." This is my favorite saying since I was a child. It expresses my heart and explains the greatness of maternal love. But maternal love is also a kind of gaze, staring at the ancient streets.
Motherly love is often revealed from the most subtle places in daily life, without any touching verbal modification. My mother is just an ordinary rural woman. But he has a strong and great heart. She crossed the gap between life and death, but swallowed the bitter water alone without saying a word in front of us.
The most feared thing in the world is parting. Besides, I am most afraid of seeing my mother off when I leave.
During the college entrance examination, the examination room is located in the district, and it takes more than an hour to drive. At that time, according to the arrangement of the school, we arrived one day early. When I left home, it was my mother who sent me one journey after another. It was noon on June day and it was very hot. My mother didn't bring an umbrella, so she helped me find a car to stop across the street, almost forgetting that she was still a patient at this time. Finally, when I got on the bus, I waved goodbye to my mother. No matter how I advised her to go home quickly, she always smiled and said, "It's okay. Don't be nervous when you arrive. Relax, don't be stressed." All right, I'm going back. "The car went far away, and I looked back at the place where my mother stood. At this moment, I seem to see a delicate shadow standing in the shade, staring at the front. God, hasn't mom left yet? I desperately opened my eyes and tried to turn back. My subconscious told me: yes, that's right, that's mom, she's still here!
Since then, the number of people who run away from home has also increased. But I always try to choose when my mother is not at home. Because I can't bear to watch my mother stare at the lonely shadow in the street for a long time.
Motherly love stared at my growth in childhood; When I was at school, I watched me come home from school at night. Motherly love is a gaze, a silent gaze. It can't be described in words, but you can feel it with your heart and express it with your actions. Motherly love is gazing. She used her love to inspire my sleeping dream and fighting spirit. Her gaze is my wings to fly bravely.
Mother's Day Essays 2
I don't know how many times I wrote this topic, but I couldn't finish it for various reasons. I want to write too much about my mother. It's a pity whether you choose or give up. That night, I was reading the article "When Motherly Love Has No Name" written by Ms. Chen Wenxi, a famous media person in Taiwan Province, and I remembered the "gratitude and resentment" with my mother. Simply put on your clothes, assemble, and write these words warmly with gratitude.
As a mother's hard work, I believe my parents' friends have already realized it, and even those expectant mothers have felt it. Not to mention how much energy and financial resources it takes to raise a child, being pregnant in October alone is exhausting enough. After the child is born, he stays with people day and night, feeding water, changing diapers and washing diapers; When the child is young, I expect him to grow up safely; Children go to school and are expected to be obedient and clever at school; When the child grows up, he expects a job and a good family. A few years ago, a hit TV series My Ugly Mother truly revealed the bitterness of being a mother. The "ugly mother" missed her son so much that she sold her old house and went to town. For the sake of his son's happiness, he would rather hide his true identity and be a "nanny" all his life. When my body is in pain, I can't bear to let my child know that I am suffering silently. I don't want to spend a penny on my child. I don't want my children to be rich, I just want simple food and peace.
My mother, an ordinary rural woman, has been working with her father for a living. 1997, the village set off a wave of going out to work. In order to let my younger brothers and sisters finish their studies and build five brick houses at home like others, on a foggy morning, my mother took the train south without telling us. During those years in Guangzhou, my mother worked as a nanny and cleaner, saved a penny for our study with hard sweat, and built a new house for our family at 200 1 with her meager income. When my mother is away, she often calls us and tells us that "we must study hard and strive for self-improvement to have hope". In 2003, I finished my studies and came to Zouping, a small town south of the Yellow River, and started my own work trip. My mother was relieved when she came home. She went out early and came home late with my father, taking care of ten acres of crops at home and preparing for my marriage. When I was abroad, I also realized that it was not easy for my mother to work outside in those years. Despite the help of enthusiastic colleagues and the care of leaders, I gave up my constant attachment and dependence on my family; I deeply realized my mother's ambivalence that she wants to earn money and take care of her family, as well as her deep regret that she can't give her children maternal love.
Married in 2008. Although I owe some debts, my mother is still very happy to see me get married and start a family, and the wrinkles in my brow are also stretched. In the summer of 2009, the child was born, and my mother came from my hometown to look after the child. In a blink of an eye, it is 78 years. After having children, I finally felt the hardship and difficulty of being a parent. Sometimes when we come home from the night shift, just after dinner and lie down, he cries for water and milk powder, and we have to get up again. As far as I can remember, my wife didn't sleep a wink all night. When children grow up, they are more naughty and active. They often run from the living room to the bedroom and from the kitchen to the balcony with toys. It is difficult for us to have a lunch break during the day. In desperation, my mother had to take him downstairs to play in the shade. When we go out to work, they will come back. Sometimes I feel guilty when I see them sitting in the corridor of the doorway community. I don't know if this is right or wrong, but I am very entangled and uneasy. Finally, I hope our children will go to kindergarten and we can take a lunch break like others.
Since last year, my mother has taken advantage of the time difference between the north and south of the Yellow River when corn is ripe, and invited several aunts downstairs to go out to pick corn. At the end of August, the sun was still poisonous, and she was not afraid of heat. She rode her bike with a bottle of warm water until noon. I asked her if it was hot, and she said it was not hot at all. When I go to the fields, I will feel good, look at the harvested crops and blow the natural wind. I know that my mother has deep feelings for the land, just like us children. Peel off the corn kernels one by one and take them to the balcony to dry. At the right time, we went to a processing point in town for processing, and let us drink sweet corn porridge all winter. About the corn harvest here is finished, and the corn in my hometown on the north bank of the Yellow River is ripe. A mother entrusts her child to her mother-in-law for a few days, just like a migratory bird that migrates with the seasons, and flies back to her hometown to pick autumn with her father by car. Every time I think about this, my wife and I feel guilty, helpless and uneasy. Perhaps this is what people have often said since ancient times, "it is difficult to be loyal and filial", and there will always be a little contradiction between work and family. What worries me even more is that my mother not only understands our difficulties, but also advises us to concentrate on our work. They do everything at home and don't think about it.
The value of a mother is immeasurable. She is not only a mother, but also a nanny, an alarm clock and a cook ... She works 24 hours a day without holidays, sick leave and annual leave. Pay milk, sweat and tears for children, but no one pays them! In a mother's heart, she will always be a child and never have herself.
Mom, mom, I am the most indebted person, and I can never repay your kindness. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I sincerely wish all mothers in the world happiness and good luck.