Excellent composition of maternal love 1 maternal love is like the gentle and silent spring rain in spring, which is so refreshing. Mother cares for us with her ordinary and great love. ...
Maybe it's because I am too young. Every time my mother holds the cooked soft glutinous rice, she always takes a small spoon, scoops up a mouthful of rice and blows it carefully, and then slowly hands it to me, lest I burn it. Soft glutinous rice will melt in my mouth like this, and the residual heat blown away above the spoon will slowly dissipate.
When I was a child, I grew up with my mother's ordinary love.
The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger, but I can't feel the chill of winter. My mother's sweater knitted with needle and thread protects me like a pair of warm hands and dispels the cold for me. Come to think of it, my mother started knitting sweaters for me a month ago. As usual, she knitted sweaters and gloves for me carefully. Before the weather turned cold, my mother had put the knitted clothes neatly on my bedside to remind me to get dressed.
Later, I spent the winter in a warm sweater, and my mother took care of me with her love.
The clock on the wall keeps turning, and the sound of passing minutes makes me more annoyed. "Cheep-"The door opened, and the gentle footsteps gradually started, and the warm heat suddenly brushed my face. "Take a break!" I looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand and looking at me with gentle and distressed eyes. I shook my head and looked helplessly at the clock on the wall. My mother put down the hot milk, and the thick smell of milk echoed at the tip of her nose, and a tear flashed in her eyes.
Mother's gentle and warm love is in this cup of hot air at this time.
Mother's love for us is scattered in every corner of life, not so vigorous, but always warms my heart.
Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, long and pure, elegant and light;
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
When I was young, my mother worked hard for us: teaching us how to walk and how to use spoons and chopsticks. ...
When I grow up, my mother still works hard for us: when I encounter difficulties in my study, my mother patiently explains; When I catch a cold, my mother waits silently. ...
Now that my mother is old, there are countless silver threads on her temples, and Zou Wen has settled down one by one!
Ah! Mom, your love is the memory of my life. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? When can I repay your love? The robe is still there and the collar is still warm. I can't bear to take it lightly when sewing again, and there are old thread marks of loving mothers on it.
Motherly love is the sunshine after the rain, always letting the washed earth lie in her arms, and writing colorful life dreams in the high sky.
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Mother's love excellent composition 3 Dear mother:
Hello!
Women's Day is coming, and I don't have any precious gifts for you. I can only tell you my heart with this letter-mom, I love you! Thank you for your kindness to me over the years!
There is a song that sings well: only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. I think maternal love is great and selfless. I can't forget that in the hot summer, when everything is silent, you will gently cover me with a blanket and adjust the fan to keep me from catching cold; I can't forget that when you eat, you will put all the delicious food in my bowl and say that you want to supplement nutrition; I can't forget that when I was sick, you would cook medicine for me and watch me fall asleep sweetly; I can't forget, I can't forget every minute of your kindness to me!
I still remember when I was in the fourth grade, I caught a cold and had a high fever because I didn't cover the quilt at night. I lay weakly in bed and lost my appetite for several days. You and dad take care of me day and night. Gradually, my condition has improved, but you are getting thinner every day, and your eyes are full of blood. Finally, I got well, but you fell down. When I was so sad that I wanted to cry, you smiled and said to me, "Mom is fine, as long as you can get better, I will be very happy!" " "I will never forget the smile on your pale face. From that day on, I strengthened the idea that maternal love is great and selfless.
Mom, you are like a ray of sunshine in winter, warming mine; You are like dew, watering the seedlings of hope; You are still like a bright light in the dark, illuminating the road ahead for me. Mom! My love for you is endless. Now, I have grown up and understood. I want to thank you for your hard work over the years with my own actions. Mom, wait and see! I won't let you down.
I wish you success in your work, and the younger you live, the younger you are!
A dish, a meal, a word and an inch of time are all given to me by my mother, love.
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Page after page, the calendar of life is turned over, all of which are the happiness piled up by maternal love.
The calendar turned to the page of childhood and stopped. What is recorded is a sweet hug. I still remember that it was Mother's Day, and I carefully prepared a gift when I was a child. A greeting card cut from white paper, with a pencil crooked to write the purest blessing: Mom, Happy Mother's Day! When my mother accepted the gift, I saw her eyes filled with joy. She bent down and gave me a big hug. I know, it is my mother's silent and deep love for me, and it is my warm reliance on the road of growth.
Time passed quietly and the calendar stopped on the next page. It records a warm partner. When I was diagnosed with amblyopia in primary school, my mother accompanied me from the city to the south bank for treatment at noon every day, and also brought food. Because the doctor said to eat more coarse grains, white rice became corn rice, sweet potato rice and sorghum rice ... The doctor said to supplement vitamin C, so carrots became a frequent visitor in my bowl ... And because I was picky about food, she tried her best to come up with new tricks. A cookbook at home is already covered with oil stains and the corner of the book is wrinkled. With her company and encouragement, I cured my amblyopia. And know that maternal love is really inspiring.
The calendar slowly turns to today. There is a strong New Year atmosphere around, and my mother is preparing dinner in the kitchen. She gave me a sweet smile when she found me looking at her. In this cold winter, it is like the spring breeze in Hexi, soothing my soul and intoxicating.
The calendar will also turn from page to page, and each page will inevitably record the hardships my mother has paid for me. The years are quiet, the world is stable, and your mother has been with you, which is happiness!
In my life, the person who accompanies me and cares about me the most is my mother! As long as I can remember, I grew up under the care of my mother, and I was accompanied by my mother in almost everything I did. My favorite person is my mother, and her maternal love is like water.
I remember when I was a child, my resistance was poor. Because I was born "more than four kilograms", I suffered from minor illnesses and disasters. My mother broke my heart for my health.
Once I suddenly had a high fever. My mother braved the downpour to buy medicine for me. When she came back, she poured me water and watched me finish the medicine with concern. After I ate it, I soon fell into a dream. However, my mother has no rest and is still living a busy life as an office worker.
I still remember that once I was caught in a heavy rain at school, my mother braved the howling cold wind with an umbrella to send me to school. When I came home from school, there was a small note at the door, which read: "Xiao He, mom is seriously ill and can't accompany you. There is food on the table, help yourself! " I came into the house with a note, put down my book and began to do my homework. After finishing my homework, I began to eat alone ... when I slept, my mother didn't come back. At 9: 00, 9: 30, 10, 10, my mother dragged her tired body and finally came back. With her company, I fell asleep happily.
Ah, mother, your love is like a continuous river, nourishing my soul and making my world full of sunshine! I love your mother!
Today is Mother's Day-March 8th Women's Day. I did several things for my mother. Come on!
The first thing is to make a card for my mother. I first took a pink cardboard, cut it into a rectangle, tied a bow with a red ribbon and stuck it on the upper left corner of the greeting card. And put a pink flashing bar in the upper right corner. About 12 fake pearls are surrounded by love shapes, and these words are written in black ink: Mom, today is Women's Day, which is your holiday. I wish you all the best in the Year of the Horse! Then I drew these bold words with a yellow pen. I cut four small blue hearts and stuck them on the upper left corner of the reverse side, decorated with gegenschein strips. Then I drew a garden full of flowers below and a little girl was dancing. Ha, that little girl is me.
The second thing is to wash the dishes. I first put a pot of hot water, poured some detergent, put the bowl into the water, and washed every mouth of the bowl with a dish cloth. After cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, I emptied the dirty water. Put two more pots of water, and wash the bowl and chopsticks twice in the water, so that the bowl is clean. Wipe the rag with detergent, rub it hard for a few times, then wash it with clear water for a few times, and clean the rag. You're finished.
The last thing is to recite a poem for my mother. I finished reciting the poem with great feeling, and my mother praised me again and again.
After today's events, I deeply realized that my mother usually works hard, and I want to repay my mother with my achievements!
Looking back, I found that my mother's nagging was my love, but I didn't want to be hurt a little. My mother is my role model, and her voice is the sweetest voice in the world.
The world is big, but there is only one place where I was born and raised, and that is my favorite home. There are people who raised me. I hear a sweet voice every day. It's my mother's voice. I remember when I was a child, when I went to school every day, my mother would look at the door to see if I had come back. Every time I go home, my mother always smiles the happiest. I think mom's smile is so sweet. My mother's smile is my motivation. Sometimes when I'm unhappy,
Since I grew up slowly, my mother's nagging is more than when I was a child. I feel that my mother's nagging is very annoying, and I don't want to listen to it, and I don't want to listen to it anymore. Sometimes I think, mothers all over the world are nagging, aren't people like me bored? I think it must be. We are fed up with daily nagging. Sometimes I think, if only my mother would stop nagging, then my ears would be quiet. Without a nagging mother, there would be less noise and more silence in the world. How wonderful the world is.
It was not until later that I realized that everything my mother said was about me.
Excellent composition of maternal love 8 "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, enjoy the three spring rays". "How deep is maternal love?" I often think quietly alone, until now I finally understand the greatness of maternal love.
I remember once, I was sick and had a fever of 39 degrees. My mother was ill at that time, but my sick mother drove me to the hospital at once. As soon as my mother finished taking the medicine, she was busy feeding me the medicine. I said, "Hot!" My mother is there to fan me. When I had an intravenous drip in the hospital, I said, "What a bother!" Mom will tell me stories. Under the meticulous care and care of my mother, my illness soon recovered.
Another time, I remember when school was almost over, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Other people's mothers sent umbrellas one after another, but my mother was not there. At that time, I was so angry that I stood alone in the classroom and sulked. After a long time, my mother finally came. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, "Sorry, son, I'm late." Looking at my mother's tired face, I asked, "Mom, are you sick?" "It's a small matter," my mother said flatly. Then my mother took me home. Walking on the road, looking at my mother's wet hair, I feel very uncomfortable!
Motherly love is ordinary and great, selfless! Mom, thank you, I love you!
Mother's favorite is the cupcakes made by herself. My mother is the proudest when making cakes. She mixes noodles alone and never lets anyone disturb her. My mother invited me when I put chocolate stuffing in the cake. Mother melted the chocolate, put it in the bag, tied it, and finally cut a small hole on the other side of the bag. It's my turn to play next! I gently hold the bag and squeeze my favorite chocolate into the cake. Sometimes I squeeze more greedily. But this is usually found by my mother, and my mother is not angry. She just scratched my nose with her finger and smiled and said to me, "What a greedy cat!" " "Finally, my mother lit red and yellow jam on the" head "of the cupcake, just like lighting lanterns in a small room. How beautiful!
Cupcakes brought fun to my childhood, but I had no idea that my mother played a trick: she lit all the cakes with chocolate sauce with my favorite red, while the cakes without chocolate were lit with yellow. So I can eat my favorite chocolate cake every time.
Now that I have grown up a lot, I began to make cupcakes for my mother, and like my mother, I ordered red and yellow jam for the cake. My mother was overjoyed when I held the cupcakes in front of her. She picked up a cupcake with yellow jam and ate it, but she couldn't help crying out in surprise: "Why chocolate?" At this point, I was already laughing my head off ... Now, talking about cupcakes has become a wonderful memory for my mother and me.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
A mother's love is like a tree in the sky, which will always take pains to feed us. Our daughter will let you grow up at breast-feeding. When I got the result, you smiled with relief. I'm afraid only my daughter can feel this happy mood!
Mom, you are like a wild goose, leading me to soar in the sky. I don't know how to fly yet. After falling down again and again, you taught me by hand and took care of me wholeheartedly. In your warm arms, I never feel lonely, only a warm current comes to my mind, which is called maternal love.
Mother, the sky is like your heart, how vast it is!
Mom, you want a hard-working nanny. Take care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation. Under your careful care, I grew up happily. But how tired you are! I am very busy to take care of my daughter, ah! Thank you, mom and daughter!
Mother is a wanderer's home; Moisturizing is a clear spring in children's hearts. With their sipping, their laughter and tears blend into their mother's lingering.
Thinking of mother, wasting time will turn into pride. When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home!
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile made him dream. Visible maternal love is great!
He can make people successful, so maternal love = strength!