When I was a child, my body was as thin as rattan and my skin was as thin as burnt wax. Neighbors often joke with me that I can feed ants in a few days. My mother has been worried about my body and dragged me around the hospital door again and again. Although the results of each examination were normal and I didn't find any problems, my mother was still worried. ...
Years of wind and frost have made my mother's tall figure thin, and my confident face old ... Unconsciously, I am 13 years old, my body is getting stronger every day, and my mother's face is beginning to be filled with smiles-it can be said that in the spring and autumn I have gone through 13 years, there is not a day and night that I have not spent under my mother's care. I remember a summer camp organized by my school. At my insistence, my mother had no choice but to agree. Because this is my first time traveling alone, my mother naturally feels uneasy. Before leaving, she told me to be careful when going out to play, to follow the teacher closely, not to be picky when eating, and to cover the quilt when sleeping ... "A series of nagging and nagging began to make me impatient, and I even felt a little annoyed. But at the moment when the car started slowly, I clearly saw a vague and familiar figure in a corner of the station, and a pair of concerned eyes were staring at me. Suddenly, my eyes were blurred by tears. I looked at my mother and didn't move until her figure disappeared into my eyes. In the days of traveling, I felt a little more inexplicable emptiness in my heart, only to feel that my mother's concern was so rare that she became.
I gradually understand that the mother wants to pick up the stars and hold the moon for her son with rough hands, but she can't; A mother wants to bring joy and warmth to her son with her hardworking hands, but it is possible; Isn't mother doing what she can for her son silently with warm hands?
Rain, falling quietly; The night is dark and long. I walked in the cold street and let the cold raindrops hit me. The students laughed and shared the joy of finishing the exam, and my heart had already become as cold and lifeless as this cold rain. I failed in the exam. I failed in the exam. How can I explain it to my parents when I go home? I went downstairs in a trance and there was a man standing on the stairs. The dim light reflected the familiar face and kind smile. "Look at you, your clothes are all wet. What if you catch a cold? Such a big child can't take care of himself! " My mother took the bag in my hand with love. She took me upstairs. "By the way, how was the exam?" "I ... I ... I'm sorry for you ..." My voice choked. My mother paused, pulled me to sit down, and then picked up the paper to help me analyze the reasons for the mistake. It turned out that it was all caused by carelessness. My mother sighed and said, "son, you must get rid of your carelessness and learn this lesson!" " My mother's eyes are the opposite, and I can feel more expectation and encouragement from her eyes. Looking at the staff carved on my mother's forehead by ruthless years, I cried. Looking at my mother's vicissitudes of life, I really cried, but my tears became sweet because of my mother's concern ...
Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family ties will last forever. Every progress I made when I went to Qiu Lai in the morning and evening was the result of my mother's painstaking efforts. I don't know how much she cares Mother's concern, like a drizzle in summer, deeply moistens my dry heart. It is the lightning of the mind and the sublimation of the spirit; Mother's concern is the ladder of my growth, guiding me to take every step of my life in a down-to-earth manner and helping me through every difficulty of my life!
2. Seek the best expression of maternal love in a short essay about the details of the characters (about 700 words) The following is a model essay for your reference, plus some embellishments to describe it:
There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!
May 10 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother.
We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.
Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself wholeheartedly to building the motherland tomorrow?
There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement.
Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face her harshness sincerely and feel her sunny inner world. ...
Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth!
Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree!
3.800 words to feel maternal love, typical details. There are typical details in this world, and everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless and will not disappear with the passage of time. When I was a child, I always liked to be held by my mother before I learned to walk. That feeling was so warm that I couldn't forget it for a long time. Mom often takes me for a walk, mom. In those days, whenever I was carefully held by you, I would feel extremely proud and happy. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they envy having such a mother. So my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time. After primary school, I can't let my mother hold me anymore. My mother can't hug me anymore. My mother started walking in and out hand in hand with me. She expressed her love for me with her vicissitudes of life. After school, my mother always holds my hand and gently shakes me to ask me about my performance at school that day. Naughty, I shook your hand viciously and "reported" my performance to my mother in a naughty tone. "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." Motherly love is a thick dress on your body. You can always contribute to it. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, or at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you. Once, my mother was planning a meal, and when she looked at the steaming meal, the smell came to her face. I can't help but have a sour nose and tears fall like broken beads: Mom is really hard! I walked into the room with tears in my eyes. "It's time to eat, son." Mother's kind words came from my ear. I went to the table and looked at the delicious food. My heart is burning with uncontrollable emotions, excitement and gratitude at the same time, generate. Ah, mom, I'm proud to have a mother like you. I will definitely work harder and get good grades to repay you. I will never let down your kindness to me.
4. The details of 800 compositions about maternal love in high school describe the details of 800 compositions about maternal love in high school.
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After a long cycle of fate, when you land, there is a great affection around you, and that is maternal love. The love that protects your life.
Do you remember the mother who bit her index finger in the Tangshan earthquake and used blood instead of milk to continue her son's life? Do you remember the mother who jumped into the fire across the Taiwan Province Strait and bravely saved her daughter, whose face was burned?
In the earthquake, a great story was staged, which is also the legendary story of a great mother: when the staff found her, she was dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on the ground and supporting her body with her hands on the ground.
Her posture remained unchanged when the rescuers removed the heavy objects that were pressing on her. Like a silent statue, it stands in the ruins. Just as the rescuers were moving her body, they found a baby asleep in her arms.
The staff also found a mobile phone message on the child: "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you!" "The doctors present shed tears, I shed tears, and the people shed tears. ...
What a great mother this is! At the moment when the earth shakes mercilessly, when everything on the earth collapses,
She is duty-bound to build a wall of life for her newborn child and block the bricks that hit the child with her weak body. She saved her children from this disaster with her own life as the exchange price.
The plot of this scene will be fixed into eternity and become an indelible mark in our lives.
When we babble, when we stumble to take the first step in life, maternal love is with us.
She accompanied us through ups and downs: when our young hearts were hurt, her love was like an invisible plaster, which healed our wounds. When we encounter setbacks in life, maternal love always erects a warm haven for us.
Let's get through the storm of life and welcome the rainbow sky. When we succeed or complain, maternal love will always be our most loyal listener. She embraces our ignorance and innocence with an inclusive mind. ...
No matter what your life is in danger, you can feel her heartbeat. You are happy, and she is happy. You are sad and she cries. Only she, never need to cherish, but never forget, this is maternal love, great maternal love.
5. A perfect composition about maternal love (800 words) (environment, detailed description) I read the original family relationship, and inadvertently, many things went away.
-Inscription When I was a child, I would blame you. When you meet me, you always come and go in a hurry. I always hear what you say the most. You have to go. See you next time.
I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it
So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing.
On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying. Life is like this.
Day after day, year after year. If you are sensible, you will be accused of growing up with your mother like other children, but you will find that you are not as happy as you thought.
I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was.
Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt.
After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. I can't even take care of myself. How can I take care of your precious daughter? " Now, I will love you. Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, a place full of love. What a poor child I would be without you.
So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star.
It's good to have you. Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me.
But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have always given me strength, not afraid, not timid. "
Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously. Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you."
Motherly love surrounds her like a breeze. It illuminates the dark road, warms the frozen heart and dispels the tired pain.
Concentrate on the little things around you. In the morning, the winter glow is lazily hidden in the horizon.
The moonlight was soft and brushed my cheek when I was about to go out. In the dim light, the road ahead is gloomy.
I stepped out of the house and walked to the dark path in Dai Yueli. The warm light behind me attracted me, and I couldn't help looking back. Only to find my mother's haggard figure leaning against the door, looking at my hesitant steps, she whispered, "Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety!" " "The voice of exhortation echoed in the ear.
With a warm brush in my heart, I couldn't help but nod my head. Looking ahead, the sky was a fish-belly grey, and the dawn ahead was dawning, and the dark road had been illuminated by my mother's words. In that sentence, maternal love was clearly condensed.
In the afternoon, the biting cold wind frostbite my running body. The gray sky drained the color of the runway, leaving only a dim light.
After running the whole course, the cold wind roared and my fingers were already frozen. The only color on my face was taken away by the sudden cooling, and my classmates' kettles were frozen into ice. I picked up the thermos cup with a wry smile, but there was a trace of warmth in the cold metal.
I took a few mouthfuls of surprise, and the warm current suddenly flowed out of my mouth and went straight to my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother poured me water in the morning, and the newly bought thermos cup was carefully condensed with warm water by my mother.
Motherly love goes down the throat, nourishing the heart ravaged by the strong wind and warming the frozen limbs. That cup of warm water clearly embodies maternal love.
Late at night, the bright moon hung high in the air, and the white light filled my hut. Gently lift the pen and think about the complicated questions.
Unconsciously forgot the time, people have fallen asleep, but I put down my pen contentedly. Strolling gently into the living room, my mother's door was unlocked, and a ray of light came through the gap.
In doubt, I gently pushed open the door and looked inside. Mom is not asleep, but it's me. Her tired eyes smiled, picked up a cup of warm milk on the table and handed it to me apologetically.
I was suddenly surprised that my mother was in poor health. Getting up early every day makes her overworked, but she waits until late at night because of my malnutrition. That glass of milk clearly embodies maternal love.
Motherly love doesn't need big moves, sometimes it's just a reminder. A pot of warm water and a glass of milk is enough. Although things are small, they are full of maternal love.
Motherly love accompanied me to grow up. Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I can only hide in your arms. -Inscription: I am a seedling, and you are the rain and dew, nourishing the withered heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.
In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself.
As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it.
Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past. Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye.
What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night.
But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes.
It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings. Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little.
When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always.
6. Composition, more than 600 words about father's love for mother's love, should be described and narrated in detail, and be grateful for parents' love. When you were very young, they spent a lot of time teaching you to eat with spoons and chopsticks, dressing you, tying your shoelaces, buttoning your face, washing your face ... The greatest kindness in the world is the kindness of your parents. It is worth cherishing with our lives. Repay goodwill with practical actions. "A sheep kneels on its chest, and a crow pecks at it." And people should also have the concept of filial piety. Don't wait until you want to be filial, you will leave great regrets in your life. If you don't regret it in the future, you should thank your parents for the little things around you now. The reward is not necessarily material, but more spiritual and emotional. We should always have a grateful heart. As Ba Jin, a century old man, said, "I am a mulberry leaf eaten by spring silkworms, and I can spin silk." Spring silkworm paid and got, but it was praised and admired by people. Remember, parents hold you and me in their hands and hold them in their mouths, because we are the treasures in their parents' hands; Do you still remember that our parents gave us selfless love, because we are the crystallization of our parents and the continuation of love. Do you remember that you hated your parents' nagging, and inadvertently, there was a gap between you and your parents, but you didn't know that your parents were giving good advice until you failed? You still remember that you wanted to get rid of your parents and fly high, but you didn't know that your parents' arms were good until you were injured. I am not a singer. I won't praise my parents with exquisite words or beautiful music. I can only thank my parents with small actions. In life, every little thing you do for your parents is actually thanking them. I once heard a very interesting story: what three children in a family have to do every day is to write a thank-you letter, the content of which is really such as "the pizza that Dad bought yesterday was delicious". The simple sentence "Mom told me a very interesting story" shocked my heart. It turned out that they wrote letters to their parents, not because of how much their parents helped them, but because they recorded the bits and pieces of happiness in their young hearts. They may not know what compassion is, but only know that they are grateful for the good things. Did you touch your heart after listening to this little story? If so, be a parent from now on. When parents are tired, bring them a cup of strong tea and help them rub their backs; When parents are sick, hide in front of their beds and accompany them, and talk with them more; When you are far away from home, call your parents and send them blessings ... The wind chime in the wind rings again, as if playing a song of gratitude, thanking your parents for their nagging/because they are trying to make you avoid detours/thanking your parents for their urging/because they are trying to clear away obstacles for your progress/thanking your parents for their reprimand/because they are trying to encourage your wisdom/thanking your parents for everything, let us cherish and be grateful with our lives.
7. There are detailed descriptions and comments on the composition of maternal love, with 500 words written by 500 mothers.
Looking at my mother's hand, I have a lot of thoughts. ...
Those are calloused hands, a pair of hands pushing the cradle, and a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and nostalgic.
Although I don't know how beautiful and touching my mother's hands were when she was young, and how delicate and delicate her fingers were, when I imagined that delicate and delicate fingers gently picked up a petal, the faint fragrance came, how nostalgic it was!
But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. Rough skin is deeply imprinted on my mind. Years and overwork, as well as getting up early and getting dark, are all my own fault! Blame yourself for not being a child, for not being filial to your mother, and for not knowing how to study hard!
Looking at my mother's hand, I burst into tears.
When I stumbled in the rough study, a pair of warm hands extended to me; When I shed tears because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder; When I was overwhelmed by the aura of victory, my hand patted my head gently. I know-it's still my mother's hand.
Looking at my mother's hand, I am no longer confused!
My mother's love for me is irreplaceable by anyone. She nourishes and nurtures me, but I know she has nothing to pray for. I will definitely repay my mother. And those sacred hands.
Mom's hand, how warm! She is like the sun in spring, warm, and she is like a stream in summer, cool! She is like the fruit of autumn, bringing joy to people, and she is like the fire in winter, bringing warmth to people.
Ah! Mom's hand ...
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My mother, my mother, my mother is a hardworking and capable mother who loves me very much and is strict with me. She, with big eyes, looks intense, with a high nose and an oval face, is of medium height, neither fat nor thin. I adore her. I remember when my mother left, I was still in the second grade and just learned something, but I couldn't stand such a big blow at that time. Although I grew up under the care of my grandmother, I still can't live without her. There is not a saying: my mother taught me with tears, and I am poor. This sentence has always touched me deeply. My mother didn't tell me the day she left, probably because she didn't want to make me sad. My heart suddenly thumped when my mother left. Sleep in the dormitory at midnight. I cried in the room under a quilt. I didn't want the teacher to hear me, but the teacher heard me anyway. The teacher didn't ask me why or call me. At that time, I was not like me before. I muttered to myself: dad left, mom left, leaving me alone. Father and mother go there to work. Actually, it's for my life and future study. I am very grateful to them. Mom is very capable. Clean the house clean and spotless every day. Even though she was ill, she insisted on cleaning the house. Look at it. My mother is very strict with my study and worried about my study. Hey! No wonder there are thin wrinkles on my mother's forehead; No wonder the layers of frost are slowly hidden in mom's hair. Although my mother looks older every day, her image in my heart is clearer and taller every day. Mom, I deeply say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
8. Composition about maternal love, with detailed description and comments, 500 people understand you.
"Give me all your love, give me the whole world, go to Qiu Lai in spring, and your love is silent."
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Flowers bloom quietly, and the night turns yellow quietly. Mom, in fact, I have always understood you.
The sky is gray and dark, like spilled ink. The lack of sunshine in Wan Li makes people feel depressed. My mother has a hoarse voice and keeps coughing, like an old bellows, and her voice hits my heart. I was holding a disastrous math homework, and because of carelessness, my teacher drew one red cross after another, which was terrible. I walked like a thorn, moving my steps gently for fear of disturbing my mother.
Before the other foot set foot in the house, the eagle-eyed mother had already discovered the failure in my hand. Suddenly, I seem to be stuck in the same place, and I can clearly hear a breeze blowing around. My mother gave me a deep look and frowned slightly. It seems that I met a bolt from the blue and I was shaking all over. My homework fell to the ground, and I gently called out, "Mom … Mom." My mother coughed a few times, then bent down, trembling to pick up the homework on the ground, slowly straightened up and took my hand and sat on the sofa. I was too scared to speak.
From beginning to end, my mother has been frowning. I just looked at my mother with empty eyes. Mother turned the pages gently. I looked at my mother, her elusive eyes-angry, angry, or something else? I thought it over. My mother raised her head and chin and whispered to me, "It's okay. I made a mistake this time because of carelessness. Just pay attention next time. " "I ..." My mother kept coughing again, hunched over and bent over. "Come on, let me help you analyze the reason why you made a mistake ..." My mother said huskily. "But your voice is hoarse!" "It's okay, for the sake of my daughter, I will not hesitate to suffer from illness!" "Mom!" I cried and shouted and hugged my mother tightly. I finally understand that my mother's eyes are implicit accusations and deep love for me! Mom, you gave me all your love and the whole world!
How I want to snuggle up in your arms and tell you that I will always understand you. ...
Comments: Sincere love between mother and daughter, the article sees the big from the small, and finds a deep maternal love from a small matter. Understand, you learn to be strong; I see, you will better grasp life, because that is my mother's hope!
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9. The topic of the composition is "Accidental Discovery". You can write anything, and it is best to write that a father loves a mother. The main detail is that things around you have changed, improved and become beautiful inadvertently. An accidental discovery made me realize the importance of reading. I used to hate reading, and I thought reading was a waste of time. It is much easier to go out to work, regardless of teachers and parents. There are also some people around me.
After school, I quickly picked up my schoolbag and rode home by bike. I was just about to discuss with my parents not to study. I am exhausted. When I got home, I only saw my father's hard work and embarrassment. At this time, I don't know how to speak. My father came back to see me and said, "Come back, let's eat." "Press" I said. After eating, the father and son sat down. The father said, "Son, study hard and eat. Maybe I'm a little tired from reading. But you should have heard of the word "bitter before sweet". If you don't study hard, just like dad, you can't read, which makes people look down on you. Besides, if he takes the job, he can't expect too much. He just thinks that as long as you can eat and wear warm clothes, you should study hard, not like dad. Dad smiled. At this time, I don't know what to say, only in my heart. Compared with dad's hard work outside, what's the pain? Read a good book and lay a good foundation for the future. Work hard! Fight! It was because my father's words dispelled my thoughts that I discovered the importance of reading. By chance, I found how important it is to read good books.