She came to me unconsciously, giving me life and keeping me alive. Give me eyes to see the world clearly. Give me ears, let me listen to the world. Give me a nose and let me breathe the fragrance of this world.
She was the first person I met before my arrival-my mother.
She is like a big tree, and I am like a small seedling. Sucking her sweet milk enriches me. She is like sunshine, spreading in our childish hearts. In the hearts of countless children, she is always the greatest, the most ordinary and the most simple. She is strong in front of us, but she is also a fragile person. Very bitter pains are always borne silently by themselves. Very sweet sweetness is always left to us. We will only give up what she gave us, and give up her care and love for us. But what we have done and given her, she will only pay, and we will only enjoy it. From birth to now, what I have given her is nothing.
Maybe countless children take it for granted that she gave birth to me and raised us. Have you ever thought that she is a human being and has a fragile side? Have you ever thought that she is crying in the room? Have you ever thought of the faint tears of hunger around her eyes? No. She can be said to be the closest person to us and the one who loves us the most. No matter which day, she has given love. She only knows how to give. Yes She is the strongest, and she is the patron saint of every child. From our arrival to growing up, she has to pay. Who is she? Is it an angel given to us by God? No, she is just an ordinary hungry mother. Has anyone thought about her in this world? Have you thought about her feelings? Maybe we only mentioned her in our composition? That's it. However, I know that she cannot be replaced. She gave me this life, this eye, this nose and this ear. Mother, what a simple name, but any mother has complained about this name. When we were young, we always felt that our mothers didn't understand us. In fact, what really happened was that we didn't understand them. I just think that she is a mother and should bear all this.
if it weren't for us, she probably wouldn't be so bitter. But because of our arrival, they will be happy.
We begged for her love. What does she want? Just beg us to call her-mom. 2. Write a self-made composition about caring for your parents
4 words about maternal love
What does someone say about maternal love? I would say that maternal love is the greatest in the world, and that's what I always answer.
Motherly love is a word that we are all familiar with. It is so pure and sacred that people know it. It can make people wake up from blindness, move towards happiness and enter happiness. Once I suddenly had a high fever and felt unwell, so I told my blind mother.
mom was very anxious, so she put down what she was doing, got on her bike and quickly went to the drugstore to buy medicine for her fever. I saw beads of sweat the size of soybeans on my mother's forehead, and I knew my mother's fatigue in my heart. My tears fell involuntarily. Mom loves me, and maternal love is really great. When we lost our temper with our mother, did you ever think about her feelings? That's your mother, an innocent woman. Mom pays a lot to us. She washes and cooks, quarrels with us but loves us.
But she didn't return. Mom was so tired that she didn't say anything. I think we let mom pay a lot, and one day you will find out. At that time, you can't bear it, but you are finished. Mom's footsteps are already heavy and slowly slow down. . Mom, you love us, but we love you more. Mom, I love you. 3. Write a 6-word composition on the topic of mother's care
From birth to growing up, there is a person who helps himself the most, gives the most love and has the best intentions, and that is our beloved mother. The birth of every child is a painful test and a challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is the hard beginning of a mother's life.
Everyone's mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, kind love, explicit love and hidden love ... My mother's love for me is unknown love, which is reflected from little things.
I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds and colors disappeared. I came home from my teacher's house, but my mother didn't come to pick me up by bike as usual, so we had to walk to the station and go home by car. The station is far away from here, and we have to walk some way to get to the station. On the way, I feel the sweat running down my hair, across my face, DC to the ground, and my lips are dry. It seems that not only am I very hot, but even the willows on the roadside are drooping their heads and crying "cicada-cicada" on the tree. Suddenly, a cool breath came at me. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream." I looked at the soda fountain and couldn't help saying. "Then buy one." Mom promised, I bought an ice cream that was still chilling. "Mom, aren't you going to buy one?" I asked my mother, but she said it was too cold, which made my stomach uncomfortable. I insisted that my mother take a bite and it was cool, but she just wouldn't eat it. There are times when my thighs can't beat my arms. Finally, at my insistence, my mother only took a sip. What she ate was so fragrant and sweet. Looking at my mother, I feel that my eyes are a little blurred and I want to shed tears. Come to think of it, since I began to learn the piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. For my future, my mother has paid too much. I won't let tears flow down, for fear that my mother will find out that I can't eat the ice cream in my mother's hand.
It's still so hot, but I'm not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by ice cream, but because of my mother's love.
Mother is a sacred role. I think my mother is like an angel sent by heaven to protect me. She nurtured me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. And I, how can I repay my mother? Money, position, rights, studies … are all material satisfaction, which can never repay my mother's love for me. A little respect and filial piety is not enough.
"but how much love has the inch-long grass, I won three spring rays." 4. Write an essay titled Caring for Mother within 3 words
I combed my mother's hair this morning. My mother was sitting in the yard. I stood behind my mother and combed her hair patiently and carefully. In the process of combing my hair, I combed it again and again because it was the first time. Finally, I combed a braided hair on the third time, but it was messy, but my mother encouraged me to say, "You can comb it better." The sixth grade composition "I comb my mother's hair". "After listening to it, I was combing with confidence. Sure enough, after a while, a well-deserved braided hair came out. My mother said," Can you do anything else? " I answered loudly, "I can comb something else", and I started to comb a kind of hair called the celestial cannon. This kind of hair can make my mother happy once, and I started to comb a third kind. This kind of hair is very difficult. After I finished talking to my mother, my mother told me to be meticulous. This last time I combed my hair unexpectedly, so that she would know that I really grew up. If I really combed it seriously, I finally combed it. 5. How to write the essay on the topic of mother's care?
It's hard to report the three spring flowers.
My dearest mother:
It's very quiet at night, and the full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. I have never felt that the night is so deep. My dear mother, have you rested? I suppose you are still worried about my mistake? You are always like this, for me, I don't know how to take care of my body! Mom, go to bed early. How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams? Go to bed early and have a sweet dream.
can you forgive me? I know you are still sad for what I said when I bumped into you this morning. Are you worth it for me? I know that in life, I have many words that make you sad. But I made you sad because of my little self-esteem. In fact, I have long known that I was wrong, and I have been afraid to discuss it with you in detail. Maybe it's the age gap between us. But I still want to say sorry to you. It's hard to report three spring splendors when you are long and careless.
people say, what language should I use to express your love for me, what emotion should I use to express my gratitude to you, and how can I repay you? It's still raining at dusk in black dragon, and the old trees are more protective of flowers in spring. Mother's love is like the sea, and maternal love is like a mountain! Motherly love is selfless and great! Because it is the purest and purest emotion of human beings, and it is a love that only seeks to pay and asks for nothing in return. The so-called "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy."
The moon rises higher and higher, passing through a wisp of weiyun like a wisp of gauze.
I'm disappointed and desperately want to make up for my mistake to you. In fact, age is not the real problem, but our lack of conversation. I remember when I was a child, you took my little hand as a toddler and babbled in your arms. Seriously, I really want to go back to the past. Cherish what you have now and forget what you didn't have in the past. Remember when I was a child, I often asked you, will you love me forever? You always rub my forehead, which seems to be not tall, look at me tenderly and nod with a smile. I was so naive at that time! Forever, how far is it? Ask the teacher, laugh without answering; Ask a classmate, it's far away! Forever, how far is it? I ask myself. Yes! Ten years of life and death are two boundless, without thinking, unforgettable! Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows? Hundreds of years are nothing in front of the Buddha. Forever, how far is it? How far is the heart, how far is the person!
I'm sorry, mom.
once upon a time, when I grew up, one day I asked you, what is happiness? You just smiled and said, "Happiness is in life and you need to observe it carefully." What is happiness? Perhaps no one has ever noticed what silent islands there are outside the blooming peace and prosperity. In fact, the same is true of people's happiness. As long as you feel it with your heart, the whole city will be full of happiness. Writing here, in my deep heart, there is a sense of trembling, looming to rise and sink, trying to hold them tightly, but they are fleeting.
I burst my bank with sadness, and my tears are like summer rain.
The heavy sky, how to turn trivial wetness into immortal blue; Clear and deep eyes, how to slip by inadvertently and disappear all the clouds.
it's hard to report the third spring glow with a long heart of grass!
I will graduate soon, in order to repay your concern for me. I also work very hard. In order to get into a good middle school, I work very hard, not perfect, but better! I believe that you love me no matter what, and I love you, too. Let's join hands to meet the glory of tomorrow's sunset!
because I know: it's hard to report the third spring glow with a long heart of grass!
A crescent moon is like a small boat, rowing in the still lake in the middle of the night with a pointed bow, which brings me a piece of emotion ...
Best wishes for
smooth work
All the best
Love your daughter: He Xiting 6. Composition on the topic of parents' care
If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love! The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary. A jasmine may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Fatherly love is like this, and it will open quietly like jasmine. No matter where you are, my father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life. I will soon be promoted to junior high school, and my homework will be heavy. I will not finish my homework until nine or ten o'clock. My father often complained that I didn't hurry up. I was used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized: "How can you do this?" I don't believe you still have the spirit to listen to the lecture tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times I tell you, I just don't listen! " After that, I didn't sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap in the face and slammed the door out of my room. It was a loud sound. I immediately turned off the light and lay on the bed. I felt great injustice and thought, "Others don't have to finish my homework. What's wrong with me doing this?" It's just a little procrastination. What's wrong? Can you blame me? " The slap in the face made my tears gush like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unkind. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him. I often looked at him with hostile eyes. My heart ached so much and I felt terrible. I rummaged through the words in my memory every day, and I always felt that I was right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read as follows: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I just couldn't be cruel. Still playing downstairs, how can your body hold up if you study like this every day? Dad wishes you could learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father, I saw that there were traces of wiped tears on that note, and I was a little shaken by my will. I wrote a letter back. Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It was my fault that I treated you like that. But you have to understand me. Other people's children took the time to finish their homework and went out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears, and my heart was flooded with great regrets. I stuffed this letter into my father's clothes pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of my father's love. I .. Two letters later, I met my father but didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" " I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm!" He left me another note: son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't demand anything you have to do, as long as you think it's right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love. 7. Help me write an essay entitled: I love my mother
Mom, I love you
Mom, you not only care about me in life, but also teach me how to be a person. Teach me to challenge difficulties and not bow before them. So I want to thank you-mom, for your education.
there is one kind of love that is the greatest in the world, and that is maternal love! There is one person in the world who is most worthy of our return, and that is mother!
Yes, I am nine years old in a blink of an eye. During these nine years, you have done a lot for me. I want to thank you, mother, for giving me life. Thank you for your meticulous care and care for me.
I remember when I was three years old, I was in poor health and often caught a cold and had a fever.