(Gorky) Motherly love is a great flame. (romain rolland) There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
(Dante) A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep in it without sweetness? (Hugo) The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mother, and the best call is "mother". (Ji Bolun) Motherly love is the greatest power in the world.
Everyone is a friend when you succeed. But only mother-she is a partner in failure.
(Zheng Zhenduo) How intense, selfish and fanatical maternal love is, occupying our whole hearts. (Duncan) How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same.
Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman) All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
(Gorky) One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love, and morality is dwarfed by it. (Japan) Mom, where you are, you are the happiest place (England).
2. Write the beginning and end of the maternal love composition. Netizen, please accept my question! ! ! Continuous affection in the rain, I think of you, my mother, and that rainy day ... I just want to say sorry to you: "mom, I'm sorry!" " "Sunday is the time for sketch class. You came all the way from the classroom to see me off.
But the weather was bad and suddenly it began to rain. You are pedaling your bike with great strength. Rain as big as peas is dripping on your face, clothes and glasses. Sweat is slipping from your face. You are still riding hard.
I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern, "Don't call me. You just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch a cold again. " I was speechless and had to keep hitting me with my umbrella.
When I arrived at school and saw no one around, I began to panic: Don't miss class today! My mother gave up taking a nap in class to see me off, but if I want my mother to take me home again now, isn't that fooling around? I jumped out of the car and asked the doorman. After asking, I just felt like a bolt from the blue and almost had a heart attack.
It's terrible, there is no class today! I walked up to you and whispered, "Sorry, Mom, there is no sketch class today." After hearing this, you are still cheerful. Thoughtfully, you kindly pointed to my nose and said, "I knew there might be no class today, but I was afraid that class would delay your study, you idiot."
I will take you home again! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you have to go to work?" I walked home by myself. "You said with a smile," you a person to go home, I can rest assured that the parents? "Get in the car!" I got on the bus as promised.
Along the way, the road was smooth and bumpy, and I somehow felt particularly guilty, especially sorry for my mother. But my mouth is like super glue, and I can't open it. Even if you open it, your throat won't make a sound.
When I got home, I stood at the entrance of the building, watching your fading figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog. I suddenly realized that you are so great ... and there is an unforgettable fire. The color is beautiful, but it is also scary. But in the face of the fire, my mother is not afraid.
One morning, I woke up to find that the door of my house and the wall of the corridor were all black, and the air was filled with a faint smell of coke. I was shocked to see this scene.
Later, I learned what happened last night through my neighbors and my mother. Last night, the switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and struck a light.
Soon, the fire broke out. The fire burned wantonly and smoke billowed.
Here comes the fire truck. Knock on the door to evacuate the crowd. At this time, my mother woke up, too. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up while I was sleeping.
But because I just finished dancing class and was very tired, I slept like a log. No matter how my mother screams and pushes, she just can't wake me up.
My mother wants to run with me, but I am too heavy, which is far beyond my mother's ability. So, my mother made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me.
Mother soaked two towels, covering my nose and mouth and herself. My mother held me like this, without thinking that I was waiting for the arrival of life.
Fortunately, the firemen put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mother and I were saved! Mother described the composition lightly, as if she didn't take the fire at night seriously at all. But at this moment, I can't listen anymore, and tears blur my vision.
In a flash, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can keep mother from shrinking in the face of blazing fire? What power can make my mother face the danger of death and accompany me to face the fire? I think this may be maternal love.
Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is true after all.
The power of maternal love is great, that is, the mother is brave in the face of fire. Actually, my mother can put me down and run for her life alone.
But she didn't. In do or die, let my mother hold me and give me strength.
Escape is human instinct, but we can only give in before selfless maternal love. Motherly love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility.
It is true that "only mothers are good in the world". When you are injured or in danger, mother will open her arms, give you strength and give you warmth. A friend in need is a true friend, and a mother who talks at ordinary times will be fearless in front of the fire, probably because of that thick maternal love! Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother, "I want to travel around the world with singing."
Mother just smiled without saying a word, standing alone in the wind, looking thoughtfully at the white dandelion flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and the farthest star in the sky was always my destination.
She said that she would always support me. At that time, my heart was only vaguely aware of my mother's understanding, but at that time I was young and ignorant, but I never realized my mother's reluctance and pity when she spoke.
Time has lengthened my figure, and when I grow up, I have re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispels the remnants of the night, when the sunset is swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother walks quickly on the path in the field with farm tools on her back, and neither light nor darkness can stop her footsteps; When the sky is full of stars, my classmates and I are playing and chasing under the moon, my mother is knitting her love into my sweater one by one; On a cold winter day, when I was laughing by the fire in a warm down jacket, my mother was scrubbing clothes with her swollen hands in cold water. ..... So, my heart was deeply touched and hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, is my dream far away? Can I still travel around the world singing? "Thanksgiving"! Rational thinking gives me sacred life. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy her family? Or break out of your own world first, and then let your mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has risen slowly, and it is a new day.
I rearranged my thoughts and asked me rationally, "How can you repay me if you don't have a solid arm?" ? You don't have the ability to survive, how dare you repay me? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness ... "I still can't take it easy. I am ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young, and I am more confused and now I know how to repay kindness. At this point, my mother said she wanted me.
3. The composition about maternal love begins with 1 Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
How strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind. (Duncan)
10 How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
12 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love, which is selfless love and dwarfs morality. (Japan)
13 Mom, wherever you are, there is the happiest place (UK)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)
15 Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only the mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)
In memory of 16' s mother! Dearest lover, you are all my happiness and friendship. (France)
17 how strong, selfish and fanatical maternal love is that it occupies our whole mind (Duncan)
18 In the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God. (UK)
19 maternal love is the best of human emotions, because it is not mixed with luck (France)
Women are fragile, but mothers are strong (France)
2 1 Without the help of selfless maternal love, a child's mind would be a desert. (UK)
22 wandering songs
Make clothes for the body of her wayward son, and make clothes for the thread in the hands of a loving mother.
Fearing that it would delay his time to go home, she mended it carefully and thoroughly.
But how much love does an inch of grass have when it gets three spring rays?
23 proverbs:
When I was a child, my mother often told us, "My mother worries about traveling thousands of miles, but she doesn't worry about traveling thousands of miles."
4. Ancient Poems on Motherly Love (with the author's name attached) The thread in the hands of a wandering son is carefully sewn and mended for his wayward son, for fear of delaying his return home, but how much love can an inch of grass pay? And the "farewell" bell bowed to the mother's river beam, fearing that the tears would flow in vain. Chai Men suffered a terrible night, so it is better to have a son at this time. Song Anshi put his mother in the ditch in the Tenth Five-Year Plan. North and South always care. When he got home at the end of the year, Jiang Shiquan loved his son endlessly, and he was happy to go home. The cold clothes are densely knitted, and the ink on his books is new. As soon as he met, he was poor and thin. He was ashamed of the son of man, but he dared not sigh over the dust. 5. Don Bai Juyi's mother is the mother of another son. Her son is different from his mother and cries during the day. The lotus in the palm of a title of generals in ancient times in Kansai is a thorn in your side. It's not sad enough to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year. It's not sad enough to leave two children in your house. At first, you sat crying. At first, you grabbed people's clothes. Your husband and wife are so loving that my mother and son can be separated. It is best to be black in the forest and black in the magpies, and the mother will not lose her young males and females. It should be like a peach and plum tree in the garden, with flowers falling on the branches with the wind. The newcomer listens to me, Luoyang infinite red chamber girl. I hope Zhao is the Crown Prince. Dragon and tiger move like tigers, and dogs follow eagles. Isn't there a six-foot orphan under his knee? Ah, Zhao Amei is a croak. At night, the ghost lights are dim, and the snow leaks more than four drums. If an official doesn't take Dong Hu's pen, why should orphans and widows complain? Generally speaking, the silver pillar axe poked in front of the bed, which was a disaster for the Han Wang to enter the pavilion. 7. "Xuan Mo Map" is a colorful day lily flower in Wang Mian, under Beitang, Luo Sheng. The south wind blows its heart, and for whom is it shaking? A loving mother leans on the door, but it is difficult to wander on the road. She was willing to relax that day, but her throat was blocked that day. Looking up at Yunlin, I am ashamed to listen to birds. 8. "Whose Son" Tang Hanyu went to the palace to call a Taoist. The white-haired mother covered the door and broke the sleeves. Cui Mei's bride was twenty years old and sent home through the city in tears. Or the cloud wants to learn to fight. He who knows knows all his stupidity. Sages can be bullied, how can poor mountains die? Alas, my younger brother Yu Xincheng is willing to teach and study to the end. He will be punished for persuading all political affairs so that he won't be late. Who can pity his relatives and friends and write this poem as if it were sending me away? 9. "Short Songs" Don Wang Jian was born and the sky began to rise. He went up the mountain late and was ill. I don't know if men and women can make people old. Short songs, no music. 10, "Zhou Bei Old Man's Answer" Zhang Tang said that the old man with negative salary went to Zhou Bei, and he was worried about his life in Wangbei Township. He said that the old man had three sons, two of whom had died in Huangsha. Now that the child has grown up, we will recruit again next year. You know, it's over. It's better to live and die together. We will borrow the house on the farm as our neighbor. Qiang Bing wants peace and quiet. There is a long-term strategy to settle in China. ■ Poet to Mother: Bing Xin's mother, I have long wanted to write a poem for you, but I still haven't written it well. I don't know how to start or end this poem, and I don't know what to write. Like when I was a child, I faced your harsh slap in the face. I don't know whether to accept it bravely or choose to escape from my mother. I thought of you again tonight, and I decided to write a poem for you. Even if it is not well written, even if you are far away from home, you will never read it ... Mom, if you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that he dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter Qian Shan with tears in her eyes. Please ask him to bring her love and sadness home. ■ Mother Author: Shu Ting, your pale fingertips caress my sideburns. I can't help holding on to your skirt like when I was a child. My mother tried to keep your faded figure. Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke, I still dare not open my eyes for a long time. I still cherish that bright red scarf, for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth. The running water of mother's years is as ruthless as fear of fading memory. How dare I open its screen easily? I cried to you for a thorn. Now I wear a watch and dare not make a sound. Oh, Mom, I often look up at your photos sadly. Even if I call for penetrating the loess, how dare I disturb your sleep? I dare not show the sacrifice of love like this. Although I have written many songs for flowers, the sea and the dawn, my sweet and soft memory, mother, is not a torrent, not a waterfall, but a dry well that flowers and trees can't sing ■ Mother Author: My loving mother is humble as moss, solemn as dawn, soft as the voice of the south of the Yangtze River, hard as a thousand years' cold jade, bright moon when I look up, and vast land when I bow my head. ■ Mother's Poem (1) Your greatness condenses my flesh and blood, and your greatness shapes my soul. Your life is a journey of love. You weave a calendar with beautiful rings that smell of ink. I spend every year in your love, playing on your shoulders and knees. (2) You are a big tree. Spring depends on you, dreaming of summer depends on you, autumn depends on you, and winter depends on you. Meditate on your tall and broad canopy ~ Let the fields never be barren. Mom, you gave me life. You are the land where I grew up. When I am sad, you are my comfort. When I am depressed, you are hope. When I am weak, you are the shelter from the wind and rain in your little harbor. You have broadened my horizons. You are my best friend forever. (4) With love and caution, bend over to protect you and show your bright mind. Your energetic smile. Strong, your boiling blood keeps running. (5) Let me immerse myself in your joy, enjoy your warmth, indulge me in your arms, and snuggle up in your arms. (6) There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there is continuous love in the poems. (7) If my mother is rain, then I am a rainbow after the rain. If my mother is the moon, then I am holding the stars of the moon. I am my mother's ideal fruit. When I grow up, my mother's black hair shines like frost on a maple leaf. I deeply kissed the traces of those years. (j)' Keep my heart for you. May my sweet and fragrant laughter fill your brow. May all my blessings rub into your heart. A green leaf is full of feelings for roots. An ode unites me.
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Motherly love: excellent start: 1, there are always people who support us, and there is always a kind of love that makes us heartache. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. Bing Xin said: If there were no women in the world, the world would lose at least five tenths of truth, six tenths of goodness and seven tenths of beauty. Yes, the world is so bright and colorful because of women, mothers and maternal love. There is a kind of love in the world, which is everywhere, so that you can freely take it and accept it frankly: there is a person in the world who is unknown and doesn't ask for anything in return, and gives you all her love. This kind of love is called maternal love, and this person is called mother. 4. Who is the person who accompanied me to grow sturdily and gave me happiness? Who can work hard for me? Who saved me regardless of his own life? Yes, she is the mother. 5. Motherly love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time. 6. Motherly love is laughter that accompanies you all your life. Motherly love is the yearning of wandering world. Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their beds. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth. 7. Motherly love is water, which nourishes our thirsty hearts; Motherly love is a lamp that illuminates our way forward; Motherly love is the wind, blowing away our growing troubles; Motherly love is ... 8. Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops. 9. I can't remember how many times I picked up the pen, but I never dared to write down those two words-I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't write the person I love most in my life deeply, comprehensively and thoroughly anyway. 10, maternal love is your bitter advice when you are confused; Motherly love is the sound made when traveling.
6. Ask for quotations from ancient poems or famous sayings. At the beginning of the composition, the teacher asked us to collect five quotations from ancient poems or 1, "The sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." Everything can only succeed if it goes through difficulties and obstacles. Since I experienced that incident, I suddenly understood this truth. (The following is to write about that event. ) 2. "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." On the occasion of Mother's Day, let's have a holiday for our mother! 3. "If the young don't work hard, the old will be sad." We should cherish the present time and study hard so that we can achieve something in the future. 4. "Perseverance makes a stone open." In our life, only through unremitting efforts can we succeed. 5. "Friendship is the bright light of our life." Ever since I read Charlotte,
7. About the beginning and end of maternal love composition: maternal love is like an idyllic poem, distant 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 a lifetime of laughter, and maternal love is a yearning for the wandering world.
It is often said that there is a book in the world that can never be read, and that is maternal love. If there is the most beautiful scenery in the world, it is maternal love!
End: Motherly love is like an umbrella, woven with dense warp and weft, which is a mother's meticulous care for her children. Motherly love is an ancient umbrella handle, which holds up a warmth and allows children to take a nap under the umbrella. The eight prominent corners of the umbrella represent that wherever you go, your mother will exude her deep love.
The years pass by inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, my father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther, and my mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop and recall the past scenes, and you will have a moving heartbeat.