The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. She mended carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home ... "Whenever I read this poem, I will feel the deep and sweet maternal love flowing on me.
There are many loves in the world that people will never forget, but only one kind of love is the most selfless and greatest. It only gives without expecting anything in return, and that is maternal love.
Motherly love, like drizzle, moistens my heart, like spring breeze blowing my heart. Because of maternal love, I am the happiest in the world. Because of maternal love, I am the happiest in the world.
I have read such a true report, which is an article published in the newspaper. There is a family sitting on a cable car sightseeing in the mountains, where the mother is holding a child under one year old. Suddenly, the traveling cable car had an accident and fell into a mountain stream. Just as the cable car was about to fall heavily to the ground, the mother used her quick wits to pick up the child! When the rescuers arrived, the mother was dead, but her raised arms were stiffly stretched out into the sky, and her children were still in her hands. The child fell asleep peacefully in his mother's hand, with a smile on his sweet little face!
In the face of death, the mother thinks of her own children! What a great maternal love this is!
Perhaps, my friends here, like me, will have a very ordinary mother, without a proud life, gorgeous appearance, excellent work and career; Maybe, sometimes she will nag you all day to study hard and make you bored; Perhaps, you will think that she is too humble to mention it. ...
However, in my mind, although my mother is ordinary, she is the best mother in my mind! The most beautiful mother The greatest mother! Because my mother gave me the most selfless love in the world!
I can't forget my mother taught me to read, my mother taught me to be a man, and my mother's concerned eyes when I was sick. ...
I remember when I was five years old, my parents took me back to my hometown in Shandong. It was very cold that day and it snowed heavily. I shivered with cold as soon as I got off the train. My mother took off my down jacket and wrapped me from head to toe, leaving only a small face. After a while, I was warm all over. I saw my mother wearing only one sweater. She must have been very cold then. My mother just doesn't want me to catch cold. In my memory, this is what I remember best.
Every time I think of this great maternal love, my heart will not be calm, and my mother's kind face will emerge in my mind.
With maternal love, I can fly freely like a bird; With maternal love, I can thrive like a small tree; With maternal love, I can grow into a towering tree!