In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below is a collection of maternal love compositions for the first grade of junior high school that I have collected. You are welcome to share them. Maternal Love Composition 1
I think everyone knows that the simplest and purest love in the world is given by our mothers. I don’t know what you think, but I think that mothers They are angels sent by God to protect us from any harm. My mother is like this.
That day, it was raining and I was still cleaning the school. I didn’t expect that my mother would be waiting for me outside. When I came out, I saw my mother and I was very happy, but I didn’t know My mother had already caught a cold, but she still gave me her raincoat to protect me from the rain. But my mother still braved the rain and went out. When I got home, I saw that my mother was all wet. In my heart, I felt unspeakable sadness, and there was also a kind of sadness in my sadness...
That incident a few years ago was deeply imprinted in my mind. It was a Saturday, I was playing, accidentally hit my chin, and it started bleeding. Just when I was about to go home, my mother came. Seeing me like this, she hurriedly threw down the food and took a taxi to the hospital. When I came to the hospital, the doctor I was told that I needed five stitches. I was so scared that I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I'm scared." But my mother said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all." I listened to my mother and lay down on the bed, while my mother helped me Holding my arm, I felt tears streaming down my arm...
Mothers in the world use a big palm to protect us and keep us healthy and strong. I want to say to you: "Mom, I will love you."
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I will be one of your bricks, tiles, and stones, using my small body to build your majesty; if you are a flag, I will be a thread that belongs to you. , use my youth to embroider a shining star for you; Maternal Love Composition 2
In my impression, my mother always takes good care of me and teaches me, but I always don’t Listen to her. Several times, I heard my mother sighing in the room.
I remember that when I was seven years old, I was about to enter the first grade, but I fell and fractured my bones in an accident. My mother rushed me to the hospital, and the doctor put a plaster on me and said She still had to be hospitalized, which made her very anxious. School is about to start. The other children are practicing diligently at home and have learned all the etiquette, but I am in the hospital... Alas! You see mom is sighing again. At this time, I said to my mother: "Mom, I want to go to school and don't want to be hospitalized." "But if your feet are like this, what will you do if they get inflamed later?" Mom replied. When I heard that my mother refused to let me go to school, I twisted around and said reluctantly: "All my other brothers and sisters have gone to school, even my cousin who is only three months away from me has gone to school. I am the only one who does not go to school. I want to go to school! I want to go to school!" Seeing how serious I was, my mother reluctantly nodded and allowed me to go to school. So in the next long period of time, in addition to going to work and doing housework, my mother also had to take me to and from school every day. Seeing that my mother was working so hard, my grandma once said to me: "Yiyi, your father works outside, and it's not easy for your mother to be a woman. When you grow up, you must be filial to your mother." I didn't understand at the time. , just nodded.
Thinking of this, I looked at my mother doing housework again, and couldn't help but think of a poem my father taught me, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body. Before leaving, the seams are tightly sewed, meaning I'm afraid I'll be back later. Whoever said that a small amount of grass will be rewarded with three spring lights? "Isn't this the case with my mother? So, how will I repay my mother's selfless love? Maternal Love Composition 3 for the first grade of junior high school
Life requires gratitude and knowing how to cherish.
Speaking of mother, I remembered a movie I watched. A little robot boy wants to find the Blue Fairy in the fairy tale, hoping that she can turn him into a real little boy, so that his mother will like him. So, risking death, he came to an abandoned amusement park on the seabed, where he saw the statue of the Blue Fairy. So he kept praying, hoping that the Blue Fairy would turn it into a human being. But the statue could only smile and do nothing else. It just prayed until the ice sealed it.
Two thousand years later, it was awakened by aliens. The aliens went deep into its memory to find information about humans, and at the same time wanted to help it fulfill its wishes. But it's impossible for a robot to become a human, so they gave it a home according to its memories and resurrected its mother. But there is only one day. The two of them played hide and seek together, made cakes, and helped him wash his hair. But the mother didn't understand that this made the little robot boy feel happier than ever before. At night, my mother was going to bed. She didn't understand that once she fell asleep, she would never get up again. The boy didn't tell her and still held her hand tightly when sleeping. The movie is over.
After watching the movie, I thought: No matter how ordinary but simple things are, how difficult it is for a person who longs for maternal love.
Nowadays, most of us are only children, so our parents love us very much. If we don't understand our mother, it would be too inappropriate. Our mothers usually give us love and care, don’t we just need to be grateful? Don't talk about what the future will be like when you grow up, start taking action from now on, give them a pat on the back, and then wash the dishes, make it simple for them, and feel that we love them too. When they retire, give them someone to rely on and let them feel our care for their mothers.
I think, when will I cook a meal for my mother? Maternal love composition 4 for the first grade of junior high school
Maternal love is like the sunshine in spring, giving us warmth; maternal love is like a bright light, lighting up the way forward for us; maternal love is like a cup of sweet coffee, when we are full of sleepiness It always lifts our spirits.
There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky. I was walking on the way to school, and the wind blew through the small trees on the roadside. The small trees made a rustling sound, as if they were saying to me: "Hello. "The little bird was chirping next to it, as if to say: "The weather is really good today."
Such good weather reminded me of what happened in the morning. My mother insisted on coming together in the morning. It's very cold today. Wear more clothes. But I looked at the clear sky outside, so I threw my clothes on the sofa, closed the door angrily and left. On the way, I was still angry with my mother. She just lied to me. It was not as cold as she said. Looking at the beautiful weather, my mood naturally improved.
This God is like a baby face, changing at will. When I was in school, the sky was still clear and the warm sunshine was shining on the earth. But when school was over, there were dark clouds and strong winds. The wind blew the small trees and swayed as if they were dancing. The wind scared the birds so much that they didn't dare to come out. The wind blew all the people into a ball. I was also extremely cold, so I clasped my hands together and said, "What's this? The weather will change at any time." At this time, my mother came to pick me up on her bicycle. She saw that I was huddled up with the cold, and without saying a word, I He took off his clothes and put them on for me. On the road, the strong wind seemed to be against me, blowing harder. I saw my mother wearing a sweater, and her hands holding the handlebars were still shaking. I asked my mother: "Aren't you cold?" But my mother said: "I'm not cold, are you still cold?" After listening to this, tears flowed out of my eyes uncontrollably, and I thought to myself: I am obviously very cold, but I still say Not cold, but still caring about me, duplicity.
Isn’t the sentence “I’m not cold” a maternal love? yes! What is maternal love? Mother's love is this coat. Although it is in the cold wind, my heart is warm. Maternal Love Composition 5 for the first grade of junior high school
When my mother is angry, her eyes are filled with anger, and she wants to kick me to the Purple Mountain. But my mother’s love for me is heavier than the Purple Mountain.
My mother is the busiest person every morning; boiling water, cooking... After we, father and son, have gone to work and go to school, my mother is still busy at home.
Once, my stomach hurt badly. My mother put her rough hands on my stomach and rubbed it gently. I suddenly felt waves of warmth spreading into my body. Every cold season, snowflakes dance, and the sky and earth are solidified into an ice kiln. Every household took out electric blankets and hot water bottles to keep warm. And there is a special "heater" mother in my bed. My mother was afraid that the hot water bottle would burn me, so she always got into my bed first and warmed my bed with her own body temperature. I lay in the warm nest built by my mother with her deep love, and soon fell into a sweet dream.
My mother is also a good helper for me in my studies. Whenever I encounter a difficult problem and there is no way out, my mother will always appear by my side. Every time, with my mother's guidance, I suddenly realize that "the willows are dark and the flowers are bright."
Of course, when I make a mistake, my mother will mercilessly scold me and give me a good beating. At that time, my mother was as cold as ice. But afterwards I quickly understood my mother’s good intentions.
People often say that a father’s love is like a mountain, but I think a mother’s love is like water, because every little thing merges into a river of love. I don’t know what words to use to describe maternal love, because maternal love is so great. When I grow up, I want to be a useful person and repay my mother for raising me! Maternal Love Composition 6
Maternal love is like a spring breeze, caressing your face; maternal love is like a stream of spring water, flowing happily into the heart; maternal love is like air, as long as you feel it, you will have it; and I think, maternal love is The diary is recording your growth process all the time...
I remember that I was only 10 years old at that time. I was young and should have nothing to do, indulging in the "bitter" wine of "pleasure" all day long. But because of my mother's unique education method, I gradually became sensible, independent, and able to stand alone. Therefore, every summer when my mother goes to work, I will help her with housework and cleaning. Once, I was cleaning my mother's room as usual, and when I was packing her bedside table drawers, I unexpectedly found a few ordinary diaries. With my curiosity and doubts, I opened the bottom one. A diary, suddenly filled with the fragrance of maternal love, rushed towards me.
When I took a closer look, I saw the following content: "On February 11, 1997, today, my lovely child was born. Although I have not recovered from the pain I just experienced, I saw The child's cute smile is like the smile of an angel who is eager for life. I feel that I am the happiest mother in the world! "
"March 20, 1997, today, Our family is choosing a name for our child, because her last name is 'X, so we thought of the name 'XX, which contains our best wishes for her."
"October 8, 1997. Today, today is a memorable day. Today, the child can speak, and she can call me 'Mom'. She is only nine months old. This child will definitely be very smart in the future!"
My eyes! It stopped, I couldn't watch it anymore, the tears were blown away by the wind, and fell gently on the back of my hand. The warm feeling flowed from the back of my hand into my heart... This is by no means an ordinary diary, but It is a diary full of love!
"Ka", "Child, what are you doing?" I ignored the tears running down my cheeks and threw myself into my mother's arms: "Mom!"... Maternal Love Composition 7
Mom and Dad are the most beautiful names in the world. Our parents worked hard to raise us and nurture us, just like the clear spring that constantly gushes out of the spring, irrigating our young seedlings, and dedicated selflessly without a single complaint.
There was such a thing in my memory. Mom drove out to work, and I clung to her like a follower. The sky gradually sank, and a bright moon quietly lurked in the cloud house. It was time to go home. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared halfway, and a heavy rain suddenly came. My mother and I were caught off guard, but there was only one piece of clothing in the car. My mother put it on me immediately without saying a word. It rained hard, and big raindrops hit my mother, but my mother didn't say a word. Just like that, we Went home in the rain.
Mom, why are you doing this? In fact, as long as you are happy, it doesn’t matter how much pain you have, because I am your daughter!
I have been a healthy child since I was a child. I didn’t know what I ate that day and I vomited all over the floor in class. The teacher hurriedly called my dad, who hurriedly picked me up and carried me out of the school gate. Dad's back was wide and thick, giving people a special sense of security. When I was on my father's back, I accidentally vomited on my father's clothes, but my father said nothing and anxiously rushed me to the hospital.
Dad, why are you suffering? In fact, as long as you feel comfortable, I don’t care no matter how hard it is, because I am your daughter!
Gradually, the faces of my parents become more and more happy. There was a trace of wrinkles, and there was another wisp of white hair on the parents' heads. My mother's love is like the sail, pulling me to realize my ideals, and my father's love is like the boat, leading me to become the pillar of the country. My parents' love formed a small boat, carrying me to ride the wind and waves on the rough sea and realize my ideal.
Whenever I am troubled by learning difficulties, I will think of my parents and everything they have done, which gives me motivation again. A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. My hard work and sweat have prompted me to continue to study hard. I am willing to exchange my insignificant but full of apologies for the youth of my parents. Maternal love composition for the first grade of junior high school 8
Maternal love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. Everyone is willing to compare maternal love to majestic mountains and rivers, but no one has ever compared maternal love to water. They feel that this is too plain and a single life. That's it, plain and simple is the truth.
I appreciate my mother’s style. She must be strong, but never perfunctory, and very strong. I hope that one day I can be like my mother, unyielding, upright, and serious about everything I do.
From the time I was a child to the second grade, my food and clothing had always been taken care of by my mother. Because my old class advocated that every inch of time means every inch of money, and we were asked to arrive at school early, and my mother had to be treated the same as me. .
That time, my mother got up a little late, and I lost my temper. My mother made breakfast, and I shouted, "I'm late, I won't eat." When I turned When I turned to close the door, I suddenly saw that my mother had become much older...Mom, I'm sorry.
"Oops", with a cry, the mother who was mopping the floor threw the mop and ran over. It turned out that the computer had crashed. The mother said, "Get up, let me take a look." "Mom, Are you okay?" My mother didn't say anything again. After a while, the computer was ready. Looking at my mother's happy smile, I felt that I had hurt my mother again, Mom, I'm sorry!
My admiration for my mother is absolute. I follow her words like a Bible. What I remember most in my heart is: There are many things that people don’t like to do, but they have to do it. Do it, you must do it, and you must do your best. This sentence accompanies me every step of the way and gives me the courage to face every day's challenges.
I often lament the ruthlessness of time, which is almost cruel. She took away the youth of those around me and exchanged their old age for my vigorous growth. The washing of the years has bleached my mother's long hair, leaving her strong and unyielding, which is left by the experience of life.
The days ahead are very long. I wonder how many winds and rains I will walk through hand in hand with my mother, how many rainbows after the rain I will see, taste summer, reminisce about spring, chew autumn, and appreciate winter. I will cherish every moment A memory is collected and brewed into the most mellow wine. When I sit in the wheelchair and slowly rock it, I slowly taste like the "maternal love" red that has been treasured for thousands of years.
Yes! Mother's love is like water, mother's love is always with you. Maternal love composition 9 for the first grade of junior high school
Mother is the warm sun, dedicated to her light; maternal love is the beacon of wandering, guiding the way forward; maternal love is the sweet milk that nourishes the growth of children.
Some people say: Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, both are like this. A child without a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots.
I still remember that on a stormy morning, I fell seriously ill and felt very uncomfortable. My mother hurriedly called the ambulance, but she could only hear the passage of one second and two seconds. The anxiety on the mother's face showed! I woke up after sleeping for a while and saw the dark circles and tears in my mother's eyes, and I seemed to understand something.
Mother is an indispensable factor for a child's success, just as "the edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Without the mother's strict education, there will be no success for the child. As a child, due to greed, I didn't do my homework every day, and my mother gave me a hard lesson. She couldn't bear to beat me. From her eyes, she just let me remember why she beat me today. I was silent! There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, which is the call of mother.
Unknowingly, I am growing up, but my mother is getting older. From now on, the days when I see my mother are few and far between.
Just like "the thread in a loving mother's hand, the clothes on a wanderer's body", I still remember that when I was a child, you loved me the most, and you would leave whatever delicious food you had. I eat, every time you buy clothes, you only buy me new clothes, but you wear old clothes.
Mother, your love for me is something I will never forget. Maternal Love Composition 10
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In my eyes, the blue sky is the packaging of maternal love, which is pieced together bit by bit with mother's love.
My mother always works hard. She always gets up early and works for us. After preparing breakfast, we went to the yard to wash clothes alone. Just as we opened our hazy eyes and ate the hot breakfast, we could always hear my mother's moans while I was playing basketball. Rubbing the dirty clothes slowly. My mother never said anything. It was not until that day that I understood everything.
That day, I was about to leave the house as usual, and my mother put down her hands. I was wearing clothes, and gave me many warnings and instructions: "Be careful on the road, and listen to the teacher at school..." After that, he opened the door for me and said, "Let's go quickly, or you won't be late. "I went downstairs, and at the corner of the street, for some reason, I couldn't help but look back, and saw my mother also looking at me from the window. I immediately turned my head, and I didn't dare to look back again. I walked away in a hurry, but my mind was spinning rapidly: my mother was looking at me by the window for seven or eight years, but I only looked back when I occasionally remembered it, but I didn't notice that the blue sky was ignorant at this time. The little bird provides a stage for soaring.
The blue sky is also fragile and can shed tears. I remember that time, after I returned home, my mother "naggled" me: "How is it? I'm tired." Not tired? "I said impatiently: "I'm not tired! "Then he rushed to his seat and wrote furiously. At some point, my mother had already taken a peeled apple and said to me: "Eat it quickly! "I said impatiently: "Don't eat! "My mother was just about to continue persuading me, but I waved my hand suddenly, and with a "dong" sound, the apple fell to the ground. I said without looking back: "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat. Why are you so annoyed?" "While I was talking, I didn't notice that there were two lines of crystal clear tears on my fragile mother's face. They were pecked by an eagle that only focused on fighting the blue sky, but I didn't see that behind the blue sky, there was a teardrop. A bright red ocean.
The blue sky is the packaging of maternal love, a colorful blue sky composed of blood-red jasmine flowers.
Before the storm comes, the blue sky will always be there. You weave an invisible web, hovering around you, always blocking the storm for you... Maternal Love Composition 11
What is the most ordinary love in the world? Because she is very small, maybe. It's just a small movement, maybe it's just a faint reminder, maybe it's just the umbrella tilting towards you when it rains, maybe it's just a reminder to be careful on the way to school... And what is the greatest love in the world? It's also maternal love. Because she has always been by your side, she has never left you, no matter how many years, is this what ordinary love can do?
I am an ordinary junior high school student. There is also the most ordinary and greatest love in the world. My mother makes breakfast for me early in the morning and gets up early just to give Ding Ding a good learning environment. When I make a mistake, she first finds her own reasons and tactfully explains it. Criticize me and help me correct my mistakes
There are countless ancient poems and quotes praising maternal love at home and abroad. Meng Jiao wrote in "The Wandering Son": "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the thread in the hands of her wayward son." The body makes clothes.
She mended it carefully, and repaired it carefully, for fear of delaying his return home. A loving mother sews clothes for her son, who will leave home with needle and thread. In this poem, maternal love becomes a piece of clothing being mended in the mother's hands. Even though it was small, was that the warmest thing her son had ever worn?
Hugo said: "A loving mother's arms are made of kindness. Why wouldn't it be sweet for a child to sleep in them?" Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.". Why do so many celebrities praise their mothers? This is because mothers have unique love in the world.
Kahlil Gibran said: "The sweetest word that a person's lips can pronounce is 'mother', and the best title is 'mother'."
Yes, maternal love is the world The greatest love. Let us cherish it and let it grow with me! Maternal love is a piece of sweet bread that fills my belly. The smell of maternal love always lingers around me, leaving me with endless aftertaste.
When I was a child, my pronunciation was a little inaccurate, especially "Liu" and "Niu" could not be distinguished clearly, which often attracted ridicule from my friends. After you found out, you silently took my young hand and pulled me to the sycamore tree in the yard. I sat next to you and you helped me correct my pronunciation. n—iú—Niu, l—iú—Liu, your reddish lips are slightly open, your teeth as white as porcelain are biting and loosening, your tongue is stretching and contracting in coordination, and you are making an ups and downs sound. Your magnetic voice deeply attracts me. My somewhat stiff tongue didn't obey the command at all, so I still pronounced "Liu" as "Niu". I pronounced it wrong again and again, and you helped me correct it again and again... Small beads of sweat oozed from your forehead. , you are completely unaware. But my tongue still didn't live up to expectations, and I was so anxious that I cried. You leaned down, wiped it clean for me with her slender and tender hands, and encouraged me, saying: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Your eyes were filled with excitement. of soft love. Your silky and flowing black hair brushed in front of me, exuding an alluring smell. It was the smell I was familiar with when I was a child, the smell of maternal love.
Now, you always like to sit in that sunny room, wearing my myopia glasses, holding that heavy cookbook, studying it tirelessly, muttering in your mouth: "Don't put more Chili peppers make children very angry in adolescence and prone to acne on the face after eating them."
"Children study very hard, they should make chicken stewed with mushrooms to replenish themselves." I suddenly realized on the side that you had The slender and tender hands have become a little rough, and strands of white hair have emerged from your black hair and climbed up to your forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes again...I smelled the scent of maternal love from your white hair again.
The taste of maternal love is like a clear spring water that nourishes my soul. Sometimes it is like the bright sunshine that warms my heart, making my tired body and mind feel comfortable and warm. The smell of maternal love always lingers around me, leaving me with endless aftertaste. Maternal Love Composition 13
I want to speak out loud about the heavy love hidden in my heart. Feeling this great love, at that moment, my heart was happy, but there was also a hint of unspeakable sadness.
——Inscription
It was a very small thing, so small that it was even inconspicuous, but it made me never forget it.
One summer night, the weather was extremely hot. I woke up from my sleep and found that there was still a faint light on in front of my small desk. Under this dim light, I saw a familiar figure from behind. It was my mother—my mother who had just finished the night shift. In order not to wake me up, my mother deliberately lowered the desk lamp and dimmed the light. I tiptoed behind my mother and saw that under the dim light, my mother was concentrating on solving a problem - a math problem that I couldn't figure out for a long time! I was stunned. I just said, "This question is too difficult, I won't do it."
Big beads of sweat seeped out from her forehead, but she didn't bother to wipe it away and buried her head in calculations. I couldn't help but pick up the fan on the bedside and gently fanned her. I don't know if she felt the breeze coming from behind her, or she saw my figure on the desk. She turned around and sighed softly: "This question is difficult!" I, who is usually eloquent, now But he was speechless.
Mom, how much effort you have put into me and how much sweat you have shed for me. On such a hot night, a night just after the night shift, you did it for me again... I said softly: "Mom, go to sleep!" Mom looked at me and responded: "Yes." Then he stood up and turned back to the room.
This whole thing happened just because I said during dinner: "This question is too difficult, I won't do it." That's all! My mother is so serious. "Give me all your love, give me the world..." Listening to this old song, everything that comes to mind is mother's love. Love is a beautiful word, it is great and ordinary.
How should I repay this heavy maternal love? Maternal Love Composition 14
When the wanton youth finally returned to the right path under the influence of maternal love, and tears shuttled through the memories woven by time, knocking on the last line of defense in my heart, I discovered that my mother It turns out that my mother's footsteps have never gone far, and my mother's love has never diminished. It's just that the changes of time have sharpened this love.
Mother is different from father. My father is semi-illiterate and does not know how to write or write, but my mother loves reading very much. As a result, they were divided over my approach to education. Due to my mother's insistence, I finally chose to stay with books.
To be honest, I didn’t like reading when I was a child. What worried me most was that my mother would ask me how I felt about reading. At this point, I couldn't say a word for a long time. My mother put away her usual warm smile and grimaced. I was so frightened that I lowered my head again, ready to be scolded. My mother has a gentle personality and doesn't lose her temper very much. It may be that I made many mistakes and pushed her to the edge of kindness. The rough hand she raised didn't fall on me after all. She just muttered in her mouth, blaming herself for not being able to teach her daughter well. Only now do I understand my mother’s hard work and pain.
After this incident, my mother never forced me to read books again, but read me an article every day. As I accumulated day after day, I began to like reading, and I learned many principles of life from books. The most important thing is that I understood maternal love and my mother's good intentions.
Today, I have read hundreds of books, but I have never forgotten that incident, the scene of my mother reading an article to me.
I am very lucky to have such a mother. No matter where I am, she is always with me and her love warms my heart. The passing years are like water, and the world is ups and downs. Looking back, I see maternal love again. Maternal Love Composition 15
It feels so good to have maternal love.
Maternal love is like a spring breeze, blowing green my heart; maternal love is like a street lamp, lighting up my future; maternal love is like fire, warming me all the time. Motherly love feels so good!
That was the winter a year ago. It was a cold day. I didn't wake up my mother, put on my clothes, took my schoolbag, and walked out of the house. Unexpectedly, God, who has always been very kind, suddenly came to greet me with heavy snow today. no way. I have to go. I'll be late if I don't go! I tried to pick up the pace but I couldn't get up. The cold wind blew through me. Suddenly, someone called me from behind. I looked back and it was my mother! I was ecstatic and ran over. Then came a red scarf and a pair of warm gloves. My mother patted the snowflakes on my head, took my frozen little hand, and said to me gently, baby, go ahead, my mother will go with you! I smiled and nodded, looking up at the gray sky, and suddenly felt so cute.
Of course, when I was a child, I didn’t understand the preciousness of this love, and I had an argument with my mother, but what it brought was not hatred, anger, or mutual incomprehension, but selfless and deep love.
I think having a mother who loves her children is the happiest thing. There is no greater satisfaction than seeing a child give something back to his mother. Maybe, mothers don’t need our rewards, but we also need to be grateful to mothers. Mom will not ask us how to repay her, what kind of repayment can make her happy. But in our hearts, there must be a definition: Mother will love you forever. There is no elegance or vulgarity in maternal love, it is just a kind of love and a mother's responsibility. This responsibility is also understood by every mother.
Mother’s love is like water, that’s right! This is true. Mother's love is like a clear spring, nourishing the dry land with her infinite love. We are like an island surrounded by springs. We can always sleep quietly in the embrace of spring.
Bathing in the sunset, I seemed to see a mother and daughter on the other side of the mountain, holding hands and walking side by side in the sunset, talking and laughing together.
Feeling maternal love is so good!