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"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world …" Every time I sing this song, I feel a lot of love around me, which reminds me of one thing: it was raining cats and dogs outside one summer night. I'm hot all over and have a high fever. It doesn't matter what medicine you take, my mother hurriedly picked me up and ran out. Bean-sized raindrops hit my mother, but my mother hugged me tightly to keep me from getting wet. It's raining harder and harder, but my mother is still desperate to run forward.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was soaked to the skin. At this time, the doctor gave me an intravenous drip, and I was lying in the hospital bed, unable to move. But unexpectedly, my mother fainted. I didn't know that my mother had a bad cold for me until I woke up the next day. I can't speak, just tears streaming down my face. I don't know what to do. How can I thank my mother? How to repay my mother's love! This is my mother's love for me. All love in the world is not as great as maternal love!
There is a kind of love in the world that needs nothing in return. I will only pay for you selflessly, I just need your faint smile. It's maternal love. "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world …" When I sing this song again, I will realize the greatness of maternal love! There will be a warm current rushing all over the body. It is a portrayal of maternal love! I want to fold the yesterday my mother gave me into a memory boat and let it float in my grateful heart lake!
Article 2:
Every time I go home, I find my mother getting older every time. Mother is in poor health, because diabetes causes fundus bleeding and her eyes are getting dim. If you don't talk when you get home, she won't know who you are. The youth and charm of the past have already vanished without a trace in the smoky years. Her body with crutches always has a tilt. At every step, she has to hold something empty-handed. If you look closely, that hand is like an ancient pine branch after a storm.
When I led my son back to the village where I grew up one day, I thought of my mother, her once young and beautiful face, and her vigorous and beautiful mother was busy in the yard, plowing the fields. Walking through the primary school in the village, I vaguely saw my mother holding my hand and sending me to school for the first time. I wonder if my mother feels the same way as I do today.
I remember it was the first time I heard my son crying, and I gradually realized the meaning of my mother. It all happened so suddenly. In a trance, I seem to be a little girl who knows nothing. Suddenly, in a casual moment, I became a good wife and mother, with heavy responsibilities on my body.
Ⅱ 300-word composition on maternal love
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300-word touching story about mother.
There is a baby coming. One day, the child asked God, "They told me that you would send me to earth tomorrow, but I was so helpless there, right?" God said, "among all the angels, I have chosen one for you." She will wait for you and take care of you. "But," the child asked, "please tell me-I do nothing but sing and smile in heaven. These are what I need to be happy! God said, "Your angel will song for you and smile every day. You will feel the love of your angel, and you will feel happy. "Besides," the child asked again, "if I don't understand the language they speak, how can I understand when people talk to me? ""It's simple, "said God." Your angel will teach you the most beautiful and sweet words in the language. With the utmost patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak. The child looked up at God and said, "What should I do when I want to talk to you?" God smiled at the child and said, "Your angel will put your hands together and teach you how to pray." The child said, "I heard that there are bad people on the earth." Who will protect me? " God put his hand on the child and said, "Your angel will protect you, even risking his life!" " "The child looks a little sad. He said, "I will always feel sad because I will never see you again." "God embraced the child." Your angel will always tell you about me and teach you the way to come back to me, even if I am always with you. "At this time, the child felt very quiet in heaven, but he could already hear the voice coming from the earth. The child was a little anxious and asked softly, "God, if I want to leave now, please tell me my angel's name!"! God replied, "Your angel's name is not important. You can simply call her' mom'. "
Ⅳ 300 letters love composition
I used to think: Who is the greatest source in the world? Some say it's a scientist, some say it's an architect, some say it's a teacher ... but some say it's maternal love. At first, I didn't know much about maternal love.
Once, I went to Aunt Li's house to see my newborn puppy. Her mother found out and glared at me. I ignored her at that time. When I held her puppy in my arms, the bitch jumped on me with her mouth open and bit me. I was so scared that I quickly put the puppy down. I thought, why did such a lively and lovely bitch suddenly bite me? I was told that he didn't want the dog to get hurt. I know what maternal love is for the first time.
Another time, some of our children went to play with the Bird's Nest and just shot down a newborn bird. We went home happily with the bird in our arms. A bird swooped down from the sky and we had to put it down. I asked my mother with questions: "Why is this bird so brave?" Mom said, do you remember the mother dog? Oh, this time I know what maternal love is.
My eyes are not good, so my mother asked for leave to take me to see a doctor. It was summer, and my mother took me everywhere to ask where the doctor was the best, regardless of the hot weather. At ordinary times, my mother's love for me is not enough, which makes me feel maternal love more deeply.
I will repay my mother with practical actions, make her not angry, help her do something within her power, study hard and strive for good grades!
Ⅳ 300-word story about maternal love.
One: Motherly love grows with me.
What is the most common love in the world? It's maternal love. Because she is tiny, maybe it's just a little gesture, maybe it's just a faint reminder, maybe it's just that the umbrella leans slightly to your side when it rains, maybe it's just to remind you to be careful on the road before going to school … and what is the greatest love in the world? It's also maternal love. Because she is always by your side, she never leaves you, no matter how many years, she has always been by your side. Is this something that ordinary love can do?
I am an ordinary third-grade pupil, and I also have the most common and greatest love in the world. My mother cooks breakfast for me early every morning. She gets up early and gluttonously eats until dark, just to give Tintin a good learning environment. And when I make a mistake, she will first find her own reasons, gently criticize me and help me correct my mistake.
At all times and in all countries, there are countless ancient poems and famous sayings praising maternal love. Meng Jiao wrote in Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. " The loving mother sewed clothes for her runaway son with a needle and thread in her hand. In this poem, the mother's love becomes a dress that is mended in the mother's hand. Small as it is, why isn't that dress the warmest on her son?
Hugo said, "A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? " Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." ..... Why do so many celebrities praise their mothers? This is because mothers have a unique love in the world-maternal love.
Ji Bolun said: "The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is' Mom', and the most beautiful call is' Mom'."
Yes, maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Let's cherish it and let it grow with me!
Second: Motherly love grows with me.
Mom, the storm in the sky is coming, the bird is hiding in the nest, and the storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. -inscription
I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, nourishing the withered heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.
In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself. As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it. Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye. What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night. But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings.
Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little. When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always came to help me take them down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high. I like walking on the grass covered with dew when I go to school in the morning. I'm afraid that when I roll up my trouser legs, my mother will kneel down and say, "I'll do it." Then carefully help me pull up my pants. Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memory.
When I grow up, my mother always says, "Let him go." Once I met a math problem, I wanted to ask my father, "He thinks for himself." My mother's voice pulled me to the table again, and I finally did it. On the way to school, without my mother's company, she will always say that you are a junior high school student and you should learn to stand on your own feet.
Ah, I see, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, but love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and flowering at any time, will decorate this path with flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not be sad. Sometimes growing up is not complicated, sometimes I take a big step in my mind in an instant, and that morning with dew makes me grow up in maternal love.
Three: Motherly love grows with me.
"One day, her feather clothes disappeared and she changed into coarse cloth-she has decided to be a mother." This is a sentence in the essay "Mother's Feather" by Taiwan Province woman writer Zhang Xiaofeng.
Every time I read this, I think of my mother who took care of me since I was a child.
It's very cold in a cold room. My hands and feet are always cold when I sleep with my mother. My hands and feet always reach into my mother's bed and touch her warm skin coldly. My mother is often awakened. "Your hands and feet are so cold, I'll lick them for you." When I am sleepy, I will say impatiently, "No, no, leave me alone." But the hands and feet still depend on the mother.
My home is far from school, so I have to rush out of my house early to squeeze the bus. I just eat breakfast casually, and I get hungry in the third class in the morning. My stomach is growling and I can't listen well in class. My mother always says "get up early tomorrow", but in the morning, my mother still can't bear to wake me up early from bed. Therefore, every time I have the first class, my mother, who is a teacher in a school with me, will send me something to eat by herself or others. It seems that I am the only one in the class who has this convenience. Some classmates will envy me, but I feel like a child who hasn't grown up and lost face.
Until one day I finally couldn't help it and lost my temper with my mother: "I'm not hungry, so don't send me any more meals." Hearing this, my mother stood at the door of my classroom, with food in her hand, without saying a word. Looking at my mother's embarrassment, at that moment, I felt that I broke her heart. My mother hasn't sent me food since. My mother told me that I was hungry, so I went to her office to get it myself. I haven't eaten anything at my mother's house for several days. But my willfulness is no match for hunger. I sneaked into my mother's office that day on an excuse. My mother asked me, "Are you hungry?" I'm a little embarrassed. My mother put the hot chopped green onion cake on the heater. I took a big bite. The chopped green onion cake is really fragrant, and it is also the taste of mother's love …
Warm maternal love and fragrant maternal love accompany me to grow up day by day and year by year.
Four: Motherly love grows with me.
Mother is a kind name, her love is endless, and this love is from the heart.
Each of us has folks, and of course we also have the love brought by the great patron saint-maternal love. She is like a fire in that winter, always warming my young heart; She is like a bright light in the dark, shining on me, reminding me to be honest and open at all times. ...
When I was a child, I was always clamoring for this and that. My mother couldn't stand my every pleading and bought me one toy after another, but the toys at home never satisfied me. How do I know that all these toys were bought by my mother with sweat and hard work?
People often say: "Daughter is mother's little cotton-padded jacket." But why has my little cotton-padded jacket never played a "warm" role for my mother? However, it often brings a chill to my mother.
I always say, "Mom, I will repay you and take good care of you." But every time you take care of me and love me, when I am in trouble, it is also my mother who overcomes all difficulties at the first time and paves a smooth road for me. ...
I remember when I was young, I was in poor health. Colds are commonplace, and it is even more common to go to the clinic to see a doctor. My mother has been with me for intravenous drip. Every time my mother takes me to the clinic, I go home and cook, and then send the meal to the clinic for me to eat. Every time my mother feeds me bite by bite, watching my mother blow the hot rice in the spoon bite by bite, and watching my sweaty mother, my tears come out like spring water. My mother saw my face and asked me nervously if it hurt. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms. Her mother kept calling you a silly child and then hugged me tightly. At that time, I felt as if time had stood still. That moment belongs to my mother and me. What a wonderful moment it was.
I am like a dry stream. You keep nourishing me, let the water accumulate bit by bit, and finally merge into a stream that runs day and night. You are like the bright moon in the sky, and I am an unremarkable star. In your light, I have been honed and finally become the brightest star among countless stars.
Mom, your love is a slowly flowing river, and I am a carefree and happy little fish in the river.
Countless words of thanks are pale and powerless in front of you, and there are too many thanks to say. You will always be my guide in the journey of life, always by my side, caring for me and loving me!
Mom, I am grateful to you, and I will always be grateful to you!
Five: Maternal love grows with me.
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Every time I hear this song, I think of my mother.
My mother is a real rural woman. Although she hasn't studied for several years, she knows how to love children.
I remember when I was in primary school, every night, after dinner, my mother would always accompany me to finish my homework before going to bed. Sometimes she wants to check how my homework is done. Although my mother doesn't know many words, I can see that my mother is serious.
Forget how long, my mother's loving hand no longer caresses my face; I forgot how long it took, and my mother's thin face no longer smiled at me; I forget how long it has been, and the warmth in my mother's arms no longer moistens my cold heart in winter; How long have I forgotten? ...
My mother is very strict with my study, but she always tries her best to meet my study needs.
I remember once, my mother knew that I really wanted to buy a copy of "The Complete Works of Composition" and asked after dinner. She ran several times but couldn't find it. I was a little anxious, but my mother said, "Don't worry about the book." I interrupted my mother and said to her, "Mom, how about this? Can I buy the information book myself this time? " Mom smiled and nodded. "But who are you going with?" Mom then asked. "Mom, don't worry. I will go with my classmates. We will pay attention to our own safety. "
Finally one day, I bought the book back. I am very happy, and my mother smiles sweetly. I was so excited that I didn't know how to thank my mother. My mother looked at me and said, "You bought a book and read it well. Maybe it will help your writing. " I promised my mother.
Mother's love is selfless, and her heart needs to be satisfied. In this golden season, my mother should be a mature me. The first thing I do when I grow up is to repay my mother and not let her feel that the golden season is bleak.
This world full of love is really beautiful. I am glad to find that in my life, there is the brightest sun, which is my maternal love. In this sun, I am healthy and long-lasting.
"The most selfless, greatest and sacred love in the world is maternal love." This is what a philosopher said. I feel the same way with many people. Motherly love grew up with me.
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