There is a kind of love that is silent and asking for nothing, only asking for giving without asking for anything in return; there is a kind of love that is meticulous and meticulous, and every move and every move is accurate. Yes, that is the greatest maternal love in the world. Please read the essays about maternal love that I have compiled below.
Maternal love
Maternal love, what a touching word; maternal love, what a great emotion!
May 12th, a shocking day. It was that day that a huge earthquake occurred in Sichuan Province; it was also this earthquake that caused the Sichuan compatriots to lose too much?
After the earthquake, many touching events made me understand myself A mother's heart clearly understands the depth of "maternal love".
At noon on May 13, the rescue team found a dead mother. She was kneeling on the ground with her hands on the ground to support her body, just to protect her 3 or 4-month-old child. After the child was rescued, the rescue team found a mobile phone under the child's quilt. On the screen of the mobile phone was a text message that had been written: "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." ?Doctors who were used to seeing separations of life and death shed tears at that moment.
After reading this touching thing, I also cried! This is the first time I have cried so sadly. This is also the first time I have cried for someone else’s mother. This is also the first time I have cried for someone else’s mother. I cried so hard that I burst into tears almost every time I thought about this. When other people learned about this incident, were they sad? Is it regretful? Or what? I think most people had tears on their faces and blood on their hearts just like me!
How pitiful that child was !She lost her mother only 3 or 4 months after she was born. The last maternal love she had was actually during the earthquake and under the ruins! But how happy she was. Her mother gave all her life's love at the critical moment. She gave her a second life!
What an ordinary yet great mother! When disaster suddenly struck, she did not hesitate to use her thin body to resist the ruthless concrete slabs. I can seem to see: while she is arching her body, she frees up her right hand and firmly presses the fonts full of love and pain?
What is this? This is maternal love! It is this kind of love The great maternal love moves us to tears; it is this kind of maternal love that is indestructible in heaven and earth that creates the miracle of life; it is this kind of selfless dedication and unrequited maternal love that gives us the courage and confidence to fight! < /p>
Let us remember our mother forever, remember all that our mother has given to us, and remember the selfless maternal love that our mother has given us!
Motherly love
?The thread in a loving mother’s hand, the clothes on a wanderer’s body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. ?This poem not only illustrates the mother's care for her children, but also praises the mother's greatness. Yes, a mother’s meticulous care for her children is just like the care that the spring sunshine gives to the grass. How can we forget it?
My mother is a primary school teacher. She has soft hair. Long curly hair, a pair of big eyes shining with wisdom under a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows, a small nose, and a small mouth, this is my mother.
There is one thing that I still vividly remember. One day at noon, my mother was busy in the kitchen. I was so surprised that I couldn't help but ask my mother: "Mom, what are you eating today?" My mother replied without looking up: "Sweet and sour seabass." ?As soon as I heard about eating fish, I was driven by curiosity. Because I have never eaten fish heads since I was a child. Every time I eat fish, my mother always divides the fish into two portions. My mother will eat the fish head, but my father and I will enjoy the fish body! I have made a wishful thinking, and plan to eat some secretly while my mother is not paying attention to see if it is particularly delicious. Haha, God is really helping me. Mom went to the room to rest, and she probably won’t come out now. I tiptoed into the kitchen, and oh, there was a sea bass lying quietly on the plate. I couldn't wait to walk over, pick up the fish head with my hands and stuff it into my mouth. My face changed. I originally thought the fish head was delicious, but there was no meat in the fish head, it was all fish bones. At this time, it suddenly dawned on me. Mother keeps bad and dangerous things to herself and gives out the good things selflessly. All mothers in the world are like this. I secretly decided in my heart: When I eat fish later, I must let my mother eat the fish. Can't I just eat it by myself?
Finally, I want to send a poem to all the mothers in the world: Mother, you are the great mother. Tree, I am the grass, you cover a green shade for me; Mother, you are the lake, I am the fish in the lake, you provide me with a broad space for activities; Mother, you are the stove, provide me with warmth; Mother, you are The envelope is filled with encouragement for me; Mother, you are a paving stone, sacrificing everything for your children; Mother's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm as spring even in the cold winter; Mother's love is a clear spring, which makes you Mother's love is still pure and clear even if it is covered with years of dust; maternal love is a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, a cotton coat on a wanderer's body, and a mouthful of refreshing sweetness.
Motherly love
Who gave you meticulous care when you were sick? Who gave you tender comfort when you were sad? Who gave you tender comfort when you were cold and helpless? I give you warm spring greetings when I help you. You are our dearest person, mother.
I was still young before, but now that I have grown up, I understand how difficult the role of a mother is. Although I am one year old now, I still remember the incident when I was six years old. Whenever I think of it, it always seems like it happened yesterday.
That winter, I was in poor health, so my mother made a plan for me to ride a bicycle every morning this winter. At first, I was very happy, but later I couldn't hold on anymore because the weather was extremely cold. One day I was reluctant to get out of bed, and my mother urged me to ride a bicycle again and again, but I still stayed in bed. I thought to myself: I am not that stupid to leave such a warm bed, but choose to welcome it. Go cycling in the biting cold wind. My mother couldn't hear the noise and walked towards my house. When he opened the door, he saw that I was still huddled in the bed, and he picked me up indiscriminately like a chicken. I had to put on my clothes reluctantly, wash my face and mouth, and then begged my mother: "Mommy, I don't want to go riding a bicycle today." ?
?No. ?My mother said firmly, ?When you do something, you must have a beginning and an end. It cannot end in an anticlimactic manner and only last for three minutes. ?I had no choice but to bite the bullet and go ride a bike. While I was riding, I complained to my mother: What kind of mother is this? She wants me to ride a bicycle in such a cold weather. ?Because I was angry, I rode much faster than before. Soon. But I felt warm on my body, so I rode several laps with great interest. It was not until my mother asked me to go to dinner that I went upstairs with my mother still excited. As I walked, I said: "Mom, please let me ride for a while!" Mom said proudly: "Have you tasted the sweetness? Let's ride again tomorrow!"
In this way, a winter vacation passed , my body is much better than before. Now, it's not my mother who tells me to get up, but I urge my mother to get up.
Do you still remember that song? Only mother is good in the world. A mother’s child is like a treasure, thrown into the mother’s arms. Happiness is indispensable with the lyrics of this song. I feel the most deeply.
Every time I combed my mother’s hair, I found that she had some gray hair. I knew it was worry. Every time after school, my mother would stand at the door waiting for me. From her anxious eyes, I Do you know that it is worry, every time?
Mother's Love
Today is Mother's Day. On this special holiday, I watched three family love movies: "Rely", "Stick", and "Company" Qu’s short film. The film tells three stories of the most ordinary people: mother and son, husband and wife, and father and daughter. It conveys simple and selfless love and family affection. I was deeply moved. Among them, the one that touched me the most was "Reliance". 》.
The movie "Reliance" tells the story of a son who is usually busy at work and takes time out to visit his old mother. The mother cooks her son's favorite dish, but as soon as he starts eating, the son has to leave due to work reasons. . The son watched his mother silently pick up his clothes and send him to the entrance of the village. That country road records all the beautiful memories of mother and son from childhood to adulthood. While the car was driving, the son suddenly noticed in the rearview mirror that his mother was suffering from pain and it was very difficult to walk. Time is not forgiving. Her mother was old and needed his company. He couldn't bear it, so he immediately got out of the car and ran towards his mother. Seeing this, I was deeply moved by the love between mother and child, which made me think of: the thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body; I'm afraid I'll be late to return; whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring. At the same time, it also reminded me of something I personally experienced.
I remember one night, shortly after my mother came back from the evening shift, she found that I had a stomachache and a high fever. My father happened to be on a business trip, so she had to drag her tired body on the car and take me to the hospital. . On the way to the hospital, it suddenly started to rain heavily. My mother was afraid that I would be worse after being exposed to the rain, so she took off her own clothes and put them on for me. After struggling like this all night, I felt better by the next day, but my mother was tired. I collapsed, but she still insisted on taking care of me. Just like in the movie, maternal love is the greatest and most selfless. Under the warm and solid care of my mother, I grew up vigorously. My growth caused my mother to grow older day by day.
All mothers are the same. They don’t expect their children to be successful. They just want their children to be fed, clothed and live well. Their hard work is just to let us suffer less setbacks in life. In the film, the son was naughty and naughty when he was a child, and his mother was his support as he grew up. But in the end, when he saw the old and frail figure of his mother leaving, he realized that he was his mother's ultimate support. So we must start from now, start with small things, and do our best to care and take care of our families.
Finally, I want to say to all the children: Go home often, spend more time with your parents, and give the most precious things to the ones you love most!
Motherly love
< p> Maternal love is the greatest emotion. It is like the spring rain, falling on our hearts. Although it is silent, it nourishes the seedlings of life; it is like the summer sunshine, magnanimously spreading its The light spreads in our arms that long for warmth. It is more like a hard shield, protecting my side.I remember last winter, on a bitterly cold day, it was snowing heavily, and the ground was covered with snow. , I came home from school at noon, and my stomach was so hungry that I kept growling. I thought to myself: It’s snowing so much outside, and my mother’s riding skills are not good. She will definitely not come back at noon. I might as well eat some biscuits by myself. I was thinking , ?Bang bang bang, someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, I saw that it was my mother who was back. Her coat was covered with snowflakes. I asked in surprise: "Mom, why are you coming back with such heavy snow?" Mom said :?Are you worried? Are you hungry? It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry. What's the point? Come on, I'll make you something to eat. ?So my mother put on her apron and walked quickly to the kitchen. Amidst the sound of cooking, the tempting aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.
In the blink of an eye, my mother brought the delicious food to the table, and I ate it with relish. My mother looked at me eating so sweetly, with a smile on her face. As soon as my mother picked up the chopsticks, the clock on the wall rang loudly. She looked up and said to herself: It's already 12:30. It's snowing and the road is slippery. I have to go. Then he picked up a steamed bun, put it in the lunch box, and put it in the bag. While putting on his coat, he told me: "You must eat well, now is the time to relax." As he spoke, he opened the door and walked outside.
I looked out through the frozen glass window. My mother was pushing the car forward in a hurry, and the strong wind was blowing snowflakes flying behind her. I looked at my mother's back and remembered a poem: The thread in a loving mother's hands, the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light. The mother described in this poem works hard for her children all the time and spends her life's blood and sweat. No matter how hard it is, she pays silently and exchanges her youth for the happiness and happiness of her children.
Mom, I love you. You are the person who cares about me the most in the world. I want to repay your selfless love with practical actions.