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Maternal love, like a long river, is quiet and slightly rippling; Clear, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river; It is gentle, like the spring breeze, sending me forward slowly.
Since I was sensible, I have often heard menstruation talk about how much my mother loved to laugh when she was young, but in my memory, I have never seen my mother cry, secretly crying for my naughty, crying for my brother who was a soldier in a foreign country, and crying for my father's unprofessional work. I know that my mother's tears are so bitter, but it is from this string of bitter tears that the sweetest love is brewed. Yes! Motherly love is so quiet and sweet because millions of mothers in Qian Qian have built flood control dams for their children with their bitter tears, flesh and blood and kind souls. Under the impact of wild waves, they let the children go boating in tiny ripples from beginning to end. You know, ripples are the projection of storms.
I have lived in the fairy tale world described by my mother since childhood, where there are kind white rabbits, fierce wolves, clever little monkeys and cunning foxes. From this fairy tale world, I began to understand beauty and ugliness, good and evil, and began to understand the truth of being a man. I will never forget one thing: once, my mother gave me money to buy things, and when I was looking for money, she gave me 5 yuan more. Seeing my mother angry and annoyed, I regret it very much. In the years to come, whenever I think about it, my mother's words will be remembered in my ears, so I feel as if I were in a clean stream, letting the clear water wash away the dirt in my heart. Yes! Motherly love is like this clean stream, which washes away children's body and mind day and night and keeps them clean.
I spent 17 years in the long river of love. I know that every bit of this quiet, clear and gentle river is my mother's youth and hard work. Thinking of this, I can't help thinking of Meng Jiao's poem: "But how much love does an inch of grass have, and can it give the light of the sun?" .
Hard mother, I love you! I am proud to have such a mother, proud! I admire you from the bottom of my heart and praise you! I want to sing to you loudly, mom-you have written an eternal song in my heart.
The sun set on the beach. ...
Only a wise man can hear the symphony of joys and sorrows from this staff. You know, how much sweat and tears my mother paid for my growth turned into notes on the staff and played songs in my heart.
Maternal love, like a long river, is quiet and slightly rippling; Clear, you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river; It is gentle, just like the spring breeze slowly sending me forward. Since I was sensible, I have been ...