Do you feel an unknown selfless love? I think you will agree. That is the greatest thing in the world-maternal love.
My mother is like all mothers in the world, but she seems to give me more love than them. I was catching up with a mountain of homework under the lamp, but behind me, I found my mother watching you. How many nights like this, my mother didn't go to bed until I slept.
When I was in kindergarten, my mother taught me to read Tang poetry. Every time, when I recite the learned Tang poems to my mother, there is always a knowing smile on her face. It was not until I was in the third grade that my mother stopped teaching me to read Tang poetry. I asked my mother: Why not? But he said: You already know how to study. I'm your mother. You should learn to accomplish one thing by yourself. At that time, I was still young and didn't understand the meaning of these words. I always thought that my mother didn't want to teach me. Now I know, because she is my mother.
Whenever I study late, my mother always makes me a cup of hot tea, but she still stands behind me, silently guarding me for fear of disturbing me. Every time I ask her to rest first, she always says, nothing, I'm not tired.
My mother worried about me almost every day when I was growing up for more than ten years. For me, my mother was born early and wrinkled early. For me, for me, for me, for her easy work, for me, for me, for her time, for me, I gave up her young face. My mother has done so much for me.
I still clearly remember that on a hot summer day, because I caught a cold at night and coughed a few times, my mother got out of bed at once and was ready to enter my room. Father said, "It's a little cold, it's okay." Despite my father's persuasion, my mother came in in a hurry. It's already past 2 am. After my mother came in, she wiped my sweat with a wet towel, then went to the kitchen to boil water, fed me cold medicine and helped me sleep. She still refuses to leave. I fell asleep soon. But every time I open my eyes sleepily, I find my mother sitting in front of the bed. In this way, mother sat all night. I see it in my eyes, but tears flow in my heart. My mother does this to me. I often contradict her and think she is wordy. Now I know: I was wrong.
Today, it is another dead night. A child is writing a composition about maternal love. His mother stands behind him and looks at him quietly. Mom, I really want to say thank you. Mother's Day is in a few days, and I want you to be the happiest mother in the world.
Mom, you taught me with such love. I will cherish the tears I shed and the years you spent for me. I will cherish the education my mother gave me all my life.