Motherly love composition 1 On the quiet tree-lined path, the sparrow has just hatched from a small eggshell. Suddenly, there was a huge hound barking under the tree: "Woof! Woof! Wang! " That hunting dog sounds very fierce. But there are hunters next to me, and I dare not make a move. Because of the hunters, my family killed them all!
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Suddenly, the little sparrow suddenly fell from the tree! I was very upset. How can a qualified mother give her children into the wrong hands? Gradually, I felt a belief that I didn't know where it came from. This belief made me rush down like a stone!
I was shaking all over when I threw myself on the ground. But I still stood there strong and motionless, and I wanted the hounds and hunters to know that I was not afraid.
Suddenly, I found the hound retreating, step by step, until it retreated to its original position. Look again, the hunter, with a gun in his hand, stood still from beginning to end, except that once he called the hounds back, he took a step or two forward and then returned to his original position.
It was not long before the hounds and hunters left!
At this time, I gasped, and all my nervousness and worries were forgotten! Only then did I know that being a mother is not that easy. I really hope it won't happen again in the future!
Motherly love composition 2 Autumn rain is continuous, as if God is crying, and the autumn rain outside the window is still roaring like thunder.
"Hurry up, there are still 40 minutes to go to school." Mom said anxiously.
As soon as I went out, I was blown by the wind and my skin was like a knife. Beans-sized raindrops hit my face and hurt.
A warm big hand hugged me and I couldn't help crying. We look so fragile in the cold wind. Suddenly, a river appeared in front of me. I shouted in my heart: Oh, my God, the river is right in front of me. What should I do? At this moment, mother said, "Don't waste time, son, you will be late soon." . Get on my back and I'll take you there. "Just when I hesitated, my mother had quietly come to my side and squatted down.
I lay on my mother's back and accidentally touched her hand, like ice. When I got to school, I looked at my mother's weather-beaten face and wet pants, and then at my dry and warm clothes, and a burst of bitterness came to my mind.
I watched my mother's thin figure slowly disappear in the wind and rain for a long time. ...
Motherly love composition Motherly love "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward children" Every mother has a kind side and a stern side. When I was a child, my mother taught me to write, played games with me and cared about me. But it's different now. My mother became nagging, and everything that used to be meticulous disappeared at once.
At that time, I didn't understand. I always thought I was tired of facing my mother. From loving smiles to endless suggestions, it's a different world. But I gradually found that my mother's guidance made me get high marks in the exam, taught me to think independently, made me brave, and with the courage to overcome difficulties, my writing level gradually improved. In the process of growing up, I gradually found that no matter which intersection I walked at, my mother would point me in the corner and not let me go astray.
At this time, I realized that maternal love has always been by my side. Motherly love is kind care and severe criticism. Now I really know the greatest and most selfless maternal love in the world. No matter whether the road of life is smooth or rugged, everyone can't live without the greatest-maternal love.
Motherly love is not my best work, but it is my proudest work.
One morning, I got up to eat. After dinner, I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. My mother said the weather forecast said it might rain today. Please take an umbrella with you. I said impatiently that it will definitely not rain today. I went to school. Then I went straight to school.
After a day's class, I'm exhausted and have no extra strength. I'm going home with my schoolbag. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky are like spilled ink. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, and soon it began to rain heavily. I thought: well, I should listen to my mother today. I wish I had brought an umbrella to school. It's all my fault, but I didn't listen to my mother. What's the use of saying this now? Seeing my classmates coming home with umbrellas in succession, I felt very inferior, almost crying and full of loneliness. Just when I was at my wit's end, a figure came to me in the rain. Let me take a closer look. It's my mother. I saw her running towards me with a very, very small umbrella. I hugged my mother moved: "Mom, why are you here?" Mother said, "didn't I tell you this morning?" It may rain today, but you still don't believe it. Come on, son, let's go home! " After that, my mother and I went home. On the way home, my mother was tortured by raindrops as big as beans, but she still gave me most of her umbrellas, leaving only a small place for herself.
Perhaps, this is what everyone calls maternal love! She moistens us like a spring rain and nurtures us!
My mother, like other mothers, is very common in the eyes of others. However, I think no one can compare with my mother's love for me.
Every morning, we can drink soybean milk made by our mother. "That's mom's brand soybean milk!" "My mother said. This morning, my mother still woke me up at seven o'clock sharp, my father still got up late, and I still washed my face and brushed my teeth in an orderly way ... all this is normal, but something unusual happened today.
My mother is dizzy today, so there is nothing I can do. My mother insisted on putting the seasoning away, and then asked my father to pour the prepared soybean milk into the bowl. I sat quietly in my seat, patiently waiting for my father to serve soybean milk. After a while, my father excitedly came out of the kitchen and said, "This soybean milk is so strange! I thought there would be more soy milk, but it turned out just right! What a coincidence! " Then my mother sitting next to me said, "That's not a coincidence. I measure a full can of soybeans every day. I counted it when I released the water, and I made no more or less soy milk. " "ah! It turns out that my mother is so careful, she has been unknown, day after day, just making soybean milk, and she has done it for us for two years!
When we went to school, my mother stood at the window and looked at us from a distance. I motioned for my mother to go back. My mother still stood there watching us until we disappeared around the corner.
This is my mother, an ordinary mother full of maternal love. Thick soybean milk warms my stomach and my heart.
There is a person who won't complain about everything you do wrong. There is a kind of love, great and inclusive. Lily didn't know until she grew up that that person was her mother, and that kind of love was only available to her.
When Lily was a child, once Lily knocked a glass over the floor. The glass was broken and Lily's hand was cut. Mom saw it and got angry. She scolded Lily, "You! Why are you playing with glass when you have nothing to do? Look, your hand is broken. Deserve it! " Lily was angry, too, and ran into the room at once. At the moment of closing the door, Lily seemed to see tears in the corner of her mother's eyes. There was a trace of sadness in her eyes, but Lily did not agree and left.
The next morning, there was a letter on the desk. The letter said, "Mom is gone, so you should listen to Dad. Study hard and visit your mother in the country when you are free. "
It was the first time that Lily shed tears. Lily has been studying hard since then. Lily never went to the country to see her mother once. Lily is going to study abroad. When he came back, her mother was dead, and Lily didn't even have time to see her for the last time. Lily really regretted it. Lily didn't know that her mother's last words were: "I want to see you, Lily."
There is a little rabbit living with its mother. Little rabbit was so bored at home that he came up with the idea of sneaking out to play.
When Bunny saw his mother washing clothes, he walked out of the house secretly and slowly. Little rabbit smiled secretly and ran into the thick grass. After a while, my mother found the rabbit missing and shouted, "Where have you been, little guy?" Little rabbit heard it, but didn't answer. Mother immediately put down her work and rushed out of the house to look for the rabbit. Mother never let go of any small corner, looking for the figure of the rabbit. She looked for grass by the river, in the tree hole and at home ... In the afternoon, she finally found the sleepy rabbit in the grass.
Little rabbit ran away when she saw her mother. Little rabbit whooshed out of his mother's sight and hid. Mother didn't get angry, but kept looking for the rabbit. Mother ran to the forest to look for it, and finally found the rabbit in the tree hole, behind her uncle, in the pit. With all his last strength, the little rabbit continued to rush into the cave near the forest and hide.
Mother still didn't give up and walked in the direction of the little rabbit. Finally, a rabbit was found at the mouth of the cave. The rabbit lay on the cold ground and stopped running. Mother sat down and said, "No matter where you run, I will find you." This sentence made little rabbit's cold heart suddenly warm up. He suddenly understood his mother's love for him, and he smiled happily in front of his mother. ...
Some people say that maternal love is like the sunshine in winter, which gives us warmth. Some people say that maternal love is like a lamp, illuminating the dark road for us. Some people say that maternal love is like a big hand to protect us, while I say that maternal love is like an orange and a bowl of eggs.
I still remember the day when my mother took care of me when I was ill and coughed. I went to bed early that night. However, in the middle of the night 12 coughed up again. I went to my mother's room to find her. She was awakened by me. Instead of blaming me, she eagerly asked, "What's the matter? Is it uncomfortable? " I said, "Yes." "Go to sleep, don't catch a cold." Mom added.
As soon as she finished speaking, mother went to the kitchen. I heard a knife, but I still don't know what my mother is doing. After a while, my mother came with a bowl. This bowl is stewed orange, which can relieve cough. My mother sat by the bed and fed me oranges.
I finished eating, but I still have a cough. My mother saw that I was still coughing, so she turned back to the kitchen. After a while, my mother also came with a bowl. This time, the bowl is not oranges, but eggs, because stewing the eggs in the pot can also relieve cough. My mother fed me eggs again. After eating, my mother asked me, "Are you still sick?" I said, "it's not difficult, mom, go to sleep!" " "My mother helped me to cover the quilt before going to bed.
How sweet are the oranges and eggs stewed by mother!
Mother gave us life, let us come to the earth and become a part of it, so we should thank our mother. Just like a song sings: Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself. ...
I remember when I was in preschool, I suddenly had a fever one night, and my father gave me two antipyretics. My mother saw that my father gave me too much, and they almost got into a fight. Half an hour later, my mother saw that my fever had not gone down, so she asked my father to call a car to take me to the hospital. When I entered the hospital, the doctor didn't know what was wrong with me. He also gave me antipyretics and injections. The next morning, my mother suddenly found little red dot on my tongue and neck and called the doctor. The doctor looked at it and said, "It turned out to be measles." I thought to myself, it's a good thing I found it early, otherwise I would have suffocated. I don't want to eat anything these days when I have measles. Measles finally recovered. But who would have thought I had pneumonia again? I have an intravenous drip for several hours every day, but I haven't woken up all day. My mother didn't sleep for three days and nights.
Another time, I left my Chinese book at home. When my mother got up, she saw my Chinese book on the table. My mother sent it to school quickly.
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This is my mother, an amiable mother. I think my mother is better than anyone's mother.
Motherly love's composition 10 "But how much love has an inch of grass, and it will be rewarded with three spring rays." When I think of this poem, I will think of my dear mother. Maternal love is great and selfless. She has paid too much for my efforts. Motherly love is a kind of affection, ah, the taste of affection is sour and sweet, bitter and spicy.
I remember once my good friend Wang Xiaorui and I were eating cold noodles. I was playing while eating and accidentally got my clothes dirty. I was very upset and thought, "Will mom hit me?" I'd better think of an excuse first "As soon as I entered the room, I was discovered by my eagle-eyed mother. Not good! I count my fingers, and my end is coming. Needless to say, my mother will kick my ass. However, things were not as good as I expected, and my mother didn't lose her temper and said that she would wash my clothes herself. How did my mother treat me well today? I wanted to help when the clothes were half washed. My mother said, "No, my mother is losing weight. It's almost ready!" " "I know this is my mother's white lie. She said that on purpose. Actually, it's because the pressure of going to school is too great. She wants to relieve my stress. My mother's selfless love for me made me have a happy journey. It was she, my dear mother, who gave me a happy day.
It is said that maternal love is the greatest in the world, which is absolutely true. Mom is a relative who accompanied us to grow up all our lives and gave us life. I love my mother!
Motherly love composition 1 1 "Happy mother's sdaytomyOther!" Happy mother's day to mom! May mom put down the burden and be healthy forever!
Mom, I want to thank you. Although your appearance is dull, there is no ripple in your heart. I am very happy to have you on weekdays. Although your mood makes me uneasy, it always means "I love you, son". I don't know how to respond, but I always have love in my heart. Every night, you stay up late to correct my homework. This is called infinite love forever.
You hit me, you scold me, you accuse me, and my heart has not changed for you. Once again, "Mom, I love you". You are as warm as the sun and as wide as the sea. I can forgive everything. Even if something as expensive as gold is accidentally knocked over, you will never let me return it.
Year after year, time passed in the blink of an eye. The beautiful mother in my heart, unconsciously, has more wrinkles on her forehead. I can't help feeling sad, because I always wanted my mother to be young. There is always a sentence in my heart that I can't hold back. "Mom, you are the youngest. Please don't get too old, and don't worry that I didn't do well in the exam When I am admitted to the university, I will make you better forever. "
Mom, this sentence will always be in my heart, "I love you".
Motherly love composition 12 One night when I was in the first grade, it was raining heavily outside the window. I vaguely heard my mother's voice. Go out and have a look. It's really my mother. I jumped on my mother happily. On the way, I saw my mother's umbrella leaning a little to my side, so I naively said, "Mom, you knocked the umbrella sideways." Mom smiled and said "no", and she kept walking home in this posture. When I got home, I looked at my clothes. They are not wet at all, but my mother's clothes are wet through. I can't help blushing.
Now, I am in Grade Three. That night, it was raining outside the window, and my mother came. I decided to bring an umbrella to my mother. I quietly inclined my umbrella beside my mother. My mother saw it and said, "Little chef hippo, you knocked your umbrella upside down." "No, no!" I quickly said. Looking at my flustered expression, my mother smiled and showed a happy smile.
Mother is a bright light in life, she brings me light; Mom is a rich book, she brings me knowledge; My mother is also a compass, guiding me in the direction of progress and letting me live a better life. I love my mother!
The composition of maternal love 13 The love of elders is great. Since childhood, I have been enjoying the love of my grandfather, grandmother, father and so on. However, I think the most precious thing is my mother's maternal love.
I clearly remember that it was my third grade. On a stormy night, I suddenly felt very cold and told my mother. Mother touched my forehead and gave her a fright. I know I must have a fever. My mother found a thermometer and put my house under her arm. Five minutes later, my mother took it out and took a look-39. 5 degrees. Mother turned blue with fear, and it took a long time to come to her senses. She got dressed and took me to the hospital very nervously. At night, the hospital is very deserted, and only some doctors called angels in white are walking back and forth.
My mother took me to the children's department and told the doctor about my illness. After the doctor examined me, he said it was heatstroke, and it was nothing serious. My mother breathed a long sigh of relief. The doctor gave me a prescription, bought medicine and we went home. When I got home, my mother cooked the medicine for me. After taking the medicine, I went back to my room to sleep. That night, all I knew was that I woke up. First, at three o'clock in the morning, my mother was still taking care of me by my bed.
I woke up the next day and found my mother sleeping soundly beside my bed. I know my mother must have been taking care of me all night. Somehow, tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.
Mom, I sincerely say: Mom, I love you!
Motherly love composition 14 Do you know the daily life of pregnant women? Do you know the pain that our mother gave birth to us? Do you know how hard it is for mom to support us? I'll tell you today.
Today, the teacher let us experience the daily life of pregnant women. This game has four rounds. The first round is wearing socks, the second round is wearing shoes, the third round is picking things up, and the fourth round is returning them. Judging from these rounds of competitions, I feel it is very difficult to wear socks, because I can't see my feet on my stomach and I can't squat down with ten kilograms of rice.
I want to say to my mother, "Mom, I know now that you must have been very painful when you gave birth to me." I am still young, and I will honor you when I grow up! "There is a saying: You grow up with me, and I will grow old with you. No matter what happens, we must be together. I grow up day by day, and you get older day by day.
Mom, I want to give you a present on Mother's Day, and I will give it to you myself on Sunday. I must be a sensible child in the future, and I will never make you sad. When I grow up, I will respect you more. I know that filial piety does not come with money, but with company. Daughter wishes her mother a happy Mother's Day again! I love your mother!
The composition of maternal love 15 The greatest and most selfless love in the world is maternal love. Dedication and sacrifice are the richest connotation of maternal love, and also the most emotional and shining part. It is this profound power of love that breeds and inherits the endless human society and all creatures, and thus writes eternal love poems and love movements with this specific element. It is like an idyllic poem, like a landscape painting, like an affectionate song, far away, pure and quiet, fresh and natural, melodious and melodious, and like a harmonious wind, it blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. How much did my mother suffer because she was naughty when she was a child?
I also let Chu remember that the pressure may be too great when the final exam of grade four is coming. When I got up early in the morning, my mother saw my face flushed and took my temperature at once. This amount surprised both my mother and me, and the result was 39. 6 degrees. After my mother asked the teacher for a good leave, she took me to the People's Hospital by bike. The doctor prescribed antipyretic drugs for me first, and said that I would take an intravenous drip at night. At this moment, I took a look at my mother, and sweat poured out from her forehead. At night, under the gentle touch of moonlight, I was lying in bed with intravenous drip, and my mother was so tired that she leaned against the bed. Let us feel maternal love and re-examine what our mother has done for us. This is not natural and cannot be taken for granted. We can feel deep love from the memory.