My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck.
I love my mother, but my mother loves me more.
On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.
Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words.
Motherly love is like a warm snow.
This is an unfortunate woman. On a stormy night, an accident car knocked her off the zebra crossing and escaped in the boundless darkness. She is very lucky. The green life channel of traffic accidents made her get the best medical treatment in the first time, and she had no worries about medical expenses. She has been in a coma since she was admitted to the hospital. The doctor said: her brain nerve has been damaged, and she may never wake up. Because of the need of treatment, we should consider induced labor! When she transferred from neurology to obstetrics and gynecology, the doctor couldn't make up his mind to perform the operation. The fetus in her belly is not only developing normally, but also some vital indicators are higher than those of the fetus in the same period. It is a miracle! ! !
Her life story is also a mystery. Where did she come from? Where are you going? Who did she meet in her hurried journey, who was the father of the child in her womb, and what was the story? As long as she is not awake, she will never know whether his life before the accident was happy or sad.
Time passed day by day in her coma, and finally one day she was pushed into the delivery room, and then the doctor proudly announced that this 5 kg baby boy was extremely healthy! The nurse brought the child to her. They think that although the mother is a vegetable, she should let the mother and son meet. With the baby's instinctive sucking, mother's face appeared all kinds of impulses, and her chest was wet! Milk is secreted bit by bit. From then on, whenever the wet nurse brought the baby to nurse him, she would have this happy expression on her face, and sometimes she would whisper something, just like a happy mother singing to her child.
Three months later, the children were fed in turn, and she finally passed away peacefully. The weight at admission was 12 1 kg, 86 kg postpartum, and only 63 kg before death. She conceived and nurtured the child with her own flesh and blood! I could have left after giving birth, but I was afraid that my child would be lonely and insisted on accompanying him on the road of life for a period of time. Later, we bought her a cheap cemetery without her name and her life. There is only one line on the simple tombstone: a woman shining with maternal love!
3. Is there a beautiful language to express maternal love? I don't think so.
Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper that a massive mudslide destroyed four villages in meigu county, Sichuan Province last June, and instantly swallowed up more than 150 lives. A young mother, although her thigh was crushed by a rock, stood in a waist-deep mudslide for more than four hours with only a few big babies in her hands. She persisted until the early hours of the morning, and when the rescuers came, the baby was unscathed!
Tears ran down my cheeks when I read this report. In the misty eyes, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of us, surrounded by sacred light, that is our mother! It is the maternal light of Chinese mothers that surrounds her!
I once read an article in Reader magazine: In the "7.3 1" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane were killed, but a baby girl named Dany miraculously survived. It turned out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dany's mother Gong Hongmei held the child tightly in her arms and blocked the rocky foreign bodies and flames with her body. Gong Hongmei exchanged her own death for the life of Little Dany. The mother held her daughter tightly, and the rescuers made great efforts to save little Dany.
A few years ago, when I was a primary school student, I read this article, but I will never forget the shock it caused in my heart! With tears in my eyes, I thought about an age-inappropriate question: what is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a poem entitled "A bowl of rice with oil and salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/there was a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. There wasn't a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot yesterday/when I came home from school. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/put it in front of my mother's grave.
Glancing at this little poem, I am still in a state of ignorance. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, my tears came down. For such a mother who has to prepare a bowl of oil and salt rice for her children in the last days of her life, and for such a mother who tries her best to give her children warmth and love in poverty and bitterness. Through the biting wind and rain, I seem to see that there is a poor and great mother like Qian Qian in thousands of poor villages in Qian Qian, Qian Qian!
Like many classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Maybe it's because I have too much, and I can't appreciate the preciousness of maternal love. Until my mother left me to work in a distant place, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational school, leaving me away from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and visiting mother happily get together, I would quietly hide aside.
Maternal love is the greatest in the world.
4. Don't forget the kindness of parents.
When you sit in a bright classroom and listen to the teacher's lecture, when you sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food, have you ever thought about how much blood and sweat your parents have to pay to grow from a starving baby to you today? Have you ever thought that one day you will hug them back and forth with your own efforts? Our Chinese nation is known as the "state of etiquette", and the first etiquette is to honor parents. There is such a thing that a classmate is spoiled at home. Once, his mother forgot to cook because of illness. He was furious, and her mother was in tears and heartbroken. Students, how sad this mother was at that time! What did you get for your love for your son? Can you imagine that a person can love others even if he doesn't love his mother? What would the world be like without love? Old people live in the street and children are abandoned in the wilderness ... what a terrible thing it would be. People who have achieved something in ancient and modern times do not all have this noble character. Marshal Chen Yi, who made great contributions to the founding of New China, was very busy during his tenure as Foreign Minister, but he was able to take advantage of his overseas trip to visit his elderly mother and wash his trousers for his paralyzed mother. This noble virtue lies in him. He is a noble man. We should learn to honor and love our parents who work day and night from an early age, and extend this virtue to respect all teachers and be a moral person. Think about how many mothers are knitting sweaters for us under the lamp and how many fathers are running for their lives. Let's all care about our parents, honor them and write a love song for their elders!
5. Great maternal love
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to catch the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.