1. Maternal love
Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years have to call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the boat, and the boat is in the moonlit sea." There is a stern atmosphere in the light. This is the love my mother gives me.
When my eyes are confused and innocent, my mother’s care is the most memorable thing. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, and in the middle of the night, it is the shadow of my mother who accompanies me in studying.
Mother's love is deep red, a deep red sea. Although it is surging occasionally, it is love that is too deep. When it is calm, it is always gentle. When you touch the sea water, you will deeply feel the hot liquid, which is warm all the time.
With maternal love, mankind can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and health; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from stubbornness to wisdom; With maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.
"Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." The trickling maternal love nourishes our lives like the drizzle. When we walk into the school, pick up the pen, and record the notes of love, maternal love is The truest love.
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadows of children's laughter and tears, It is integrated with the lingering love of mother
2. Dear leaders, teachers, dear friends:
Hello everyone! Today, the title of my speech is "Mother's Love is Boundless".
A few days ago, I was slowly thinking about how to use my clumsy words to describe the depth of maternal love, or use one word to describe the sincerity of maternal love, or use concise language to express my love to you. When I was trying to understand maternal love, I inadvertently came across an article called "Mother's Love Is Speechless". After reading it carefully, I suddenly understood that maternal love is as boundless as the sky and as vast as the sea. Bathed in the sunshine of love and filled with silent family affection, we are happy and happy. It is the highest state of love. So, I changed one word and it became the topic of today’s speech.
First of all, I would like to tell you two stories about mothers.
The first story takes place between a wanderer and his mother. The wanderer left his hometown after his visit to relatives expired. His mother sent him to the station, but the strap of his son's travel bag was suddenly squeezed and severed. Seeing that it was almost time to leave, the mother hurriedly took off her belt and bandaged her son for the trip. When she untied her belt, her face turned red due to her haste and exertion. The son asked his mother, how do you get home? The mother smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, just walk slowly."
For many years, the son has kept his mother's belt close to him. For years, the son had wondered how his mother walked back to her home several miles away without a belt.
The second story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of the prison visit, an old mother from a poor mountainous area visited her son who was serving his sentence after traveling by donkey cart, car and train. Among the colorful items brought by the prison visitors, the old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds have been roasted and the old mother has crushed them all. There is no skin, and the white flowers look like densely packed little tongues.
The son who was serving his sentence took the pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to tremble. The mother was also speechless and lifted up her clothes to wipe away her tears. She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son, selling eggs and piglets at home, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip. Before coming, after working hard during the day, I ate melon seeds under the kerosene lamp at night. Put the smashed melon seeds and meat together, and look like they are growing little by little, and no one is willing to eat them by themselves. More than ten kilograms of melon seeds were cracked for many nights.
The son who was serving his sentence lowered his head. As a strong young man, it was time to support his mother, but he could not. Of all the visitors, his mother was the most shabbily dressed. The melon seeds my mother knocked down each bite contained a thousand words. The son knelt down to his mother and confessed.
These are two unforgettable psychological experiences! This maternal love goes deep into the bone marrow, blends into the blood, affects every nerve, makes the wind and clouds change color, and the grass and trees feel sad for it! The sincere and deep mother's love spreads in the air, making people's hearts beat. The seas are changing, the stars are changing. Time and space have changed a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the eternal love at that moment. The tenderness contained in this love is like a red ribbon, flying over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, binding everyone. A fiery heart spreads deep and eternal love. The depth of maternal love, the mellowness of maternal love, the concentration of maternal love, and the longevity of maternal love make any other emotion inferior.
Perhaps some of my friends here will have a very ordinary mother like me.
She has no impressive face, no gorgeous coat, no outstanding job and career. She may be just a small clerk doing the work she should do in an ordinary position and getting the salary she deserves; maybe when she is free, she will nag you all day long to make you upset; maybe you will You feel that she only cares about your grades and not your conduct outside of studies; maybe you feel that her humbleness will make you unable to hold your head high in front of your classmates...
There are many " Maybe" can be talked about, but there are also many "what ifs" waiting for you to listen. If she had not chosen you when she was pregnant in October, would you still express your love for the world under the blue sky? Do you still read your favorite articles in the classroom? Will you still experience the true meaning of life in the game? Or do you still argue with her over trivial matters at night or during the day? !
I remember one time after I had an argument with my mother, I told my father about my mother’s mistakes and her lack of understanding of me. My father said something very solemnly at this time, which is still fresh in my memory - even if your mother makes a lot of mistakes, she is still your mother. This sentence finally made me wake up! Yes, she gave me the right to live and allowed us to enjoy the happiness and beauty that came into this world. We should be satisfied, be grateful to her and repay her throughout our lives. What's more, she did not abandon me as a child, but also taught me how to speak, how to dress, how to educate me, and how to have fun. In comparison, what is that little nagging? So what’s the point of well-intentioned criticism?
Blood is always thicker than water, and there is nothing better than love. Mother's love is like a trickle, although it is silent, it can nourish the dry soul. It is ordinary, but in the ordinary, there is an amazing greatness! Sometimes, maternal love is a special medicine that can save a terminally ill and dying soul; sometimes, maternal love is a beacon on the ocean of life, guiding us out of the lost path and following the light. "Who can say that an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring?" Who can weigh the weight of this heavy maternal love, and who can truly repay it?
Mother, life comes from you, with all the hard work, your tireless presence in the interweaving of wind, frost, snow and rain; happiness comes from you, always the same, your constant encouragement comes from the symphony of pots and pans; selflessness comes from You give with all your heart, and the white hair woven by the years has your unchanging expectations; happiness comes from you, you smile in the face of difficulties, and your warm smile is in the vicissitudes of life.
Is it possible for you to hold up the fallen soy sauce bottle and make a breakfast that you will enjoy every day so that you can smell its sweetness in the morning? Is it possible for you to massage your tired shoulders? Wash the dishes and chopsticks with clean water after the meal so that you can relax relaxedly after the meal; if possible, I will remove the white hair on your temples and dress you up with brand-name skin care products so that you can bloom in your beautiful makeup. Smile; if you can, give up some of your time to have fun, hold your hand, and enjoy a beautiful spring happily!
3. Dear leaders, dear teachers, and classmates, when someone asks me: "What is the most precious thing in the world?" I will answer without hesitation: "Mother's love." Why do you say this? Because maternal love is priceless. It can be said that in the depths of my memory and in my growing years, maternal love has always been with me, inspiring me to keep moving forward, allowing me to feel the joys, sorrows, and joys of life, and experience the ups and downs of the world.
When I came into the world crying "Wow wow wow", it was my mother's soft palms that caressed my immature and ignorant heart, making me feel the pure and selfless love. ; When I was babbling and learning to walk, it was my mother who encouraged me to face every challenge in life bravely with her gentle eyes and loving words; when I was frolicsome, playing, and forgetful, It was my mother who said to me in a stern tone: "Child! Don't play too much." This simple sentence reminded me not to play with things or play with life. When I failed the exam and my grades dropped, my mother yelled at me. Shout: "If you are strong, you should get up wherever you fall." When I had friction or quarrels with my classmates, she would say to me sincerely: "My child, in this world, the word 'friendship' is the most important. "...There are so many things I want to say, but what I want to say most at this moment is: Mom! How kind of you! You are the most upright, honest, kind and selfless mother in the world. You have devoted your life's energy and effort to nurturing your children, but you have never called out "tired" or asked for anything from your children? When someone asks in front of you: "Why are you working so hard?" You smile and say: "Just so that your children can be successful in the future and live a happy life." Yes! For your children, you work day and night, running around, and rarely have any free time. Your hair turns white, your wrinkles become more wrinkled, your palms become thicker, your face becomes older, your voice becomes deeper, and your smile becomes dim. The only thing that hasn't changed is your love for your children. This love has become deeper and deeper, longer and more distant, and more and more memorable. If you ask what is love in the world? That is family love - maternal love.
Students, do you feel it? Have you felt the deep love from your mother? If you feel it, please say to them: "Mom, you have worked hard!"
My speech ends here, thank you everyone!
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