In the early morning, the first ray of warm sunshine entered my room. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and only heard the sound of pots and pans from the kitchen. Oh, it turns out that my mother is cooking my beloved breakfast. I put on my shoes and walked out of the room.
Seeing my mother serving delicious food made my appetite soar. I quickly picked up chopsticks and wolfed it down. My mother looked at me, and I looked at my mother. I never found so many wrinkles on my mother's face, and I suddenly felt very sad. Growing up, my mother worked so hard for me silently, and my hair turned white.
Yes, who can count how many meals my mother has cooked, how many housework my mother has done, and how many kilograms my mother likes to eat? The answer lies in the bits and pieces of life.
Motherly love There is a lot of love in the world, and I think the best one is maternal love, which is great and selfless and gives happiness to thousands of children in Qian Qian.
Winter is coming, it's mom, asking for cold and warmth, giving us all warmth; When I was sleeping, it was my mother. I don't know how many times she got up and tucked us in. When we encounter difficulties in our study, it is our mother. She encouraged us and gave us confidence so that we could overcome all kinds of difficulties.
Some people say that maternal love is like sunshine and rain, and we are just a small seed, which grows up gradually under the sunshine and is healthier under the nourishment of rain and dew. I said, aren't all our mothers like this? We can give up anything for us. I think of my mother.
I remember it was a winter, and I was doing my homework at night. My mother is washing my clothes and my hands are as cold as carrots. Mother was so distressed that she gave me the gloves. Let me see my mother's hands again, yeah! Frozen swollen, I said, "Mom, your hands are swollen with cold, let me wash them!" " ""no, go and study. " Mom said. Tears blurred my eyes, and I found several more wrinkles on my mother's forehead. At this moment, I feel that I have grown up and my mother seems to be much older.
Maternal love! I praise you, but I can't praise you in words, because you are so great.
Motherly love "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, enjoy three spring scenery", maternal love is deep and great. Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. Accompanied by a children's drink, the aftertaste is endless; Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright. She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.
I have been in walking to school since school, but I am not satisfied. Why do other parents send their children to school in person, but my mother doesn't? I quarreled with my mother again this morning and went to the top of the mountain to play alone. "One day in June, when a child speaks, his face changes." The sky is gloomy and a heavy rain is coming. In the blink of an eye, the rain poured down like this, and I lost my way in the panic. Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. It's mom, so it's mom! "Mom, I'm here," I shouted happily. When I got home, my mother not only didn't accuse me, but also told me a lot about being a man. Later, I learned that it was not that my mother didn't pick me up, but that she followed me every day for fear that something would happen to me. As for why she didn't let me know, it was to exercise my ability to live independently. I really misjudged my mother. "Mom, I'm sorry, it's my daughter's fault." I sincerely apologize to you and hope you can forgive my daughter's ignorance.
My mother not only cares about my health, but also my study. One night, I was scratched by a difficult math problem, and my mother, who was busy doing housework, saw my mind. My mother said earnestly, "When I was a child, my family was poor and I didn't study for a few years. You can't learn from my mother!" " It's normal not to do it. You can ask the teachers or classmates at school. As long as you study hard, my mother believes that you must be a good student. Since then, I have worked harder and everything has paid off. In this year's mid-term exam, my Chinese score won the first place in my class.
One Sunday, I caught a cold. I didn't wash clothes this week. When I was about to wash, my mother came over and said, "You go to rest and I'll do the laundry. You are a senior student now. If you have a bad cold, how much homework you will miss! " I was so moved that I almost cried.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how difficult you are, she always relies on the barrier. That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, and makes your heart calm and happy. Maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude. Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly.
Motherly love Each of us has a great mother, and we always see her exhausted when we work every day.
Once, I just fell asleep at night, and my stomach felt sick and I wanted to throw up. My mother carried me into the bathroom. I want to throw up, but I can't. It's hard. My mother rubbed my back with dexterous hands, gave me some water, rubbed it again, and spit out all my food at once. My mother may be hungry when she sees me vomit, and she feels very uncomfortable. My mother comforted me and said, "Don't cry." Although my mother is tired and sleepy, she still has to bear to take care of me. After a while, a bowl of delicious noodles was made, and my mother comforted me and said, "I know you have no appetite, son, but you have to eat before you go to bed." Listen to your mother and have some noodles. " Then I ate some noodles, took some medicine and went back to my room to sleep for a while.
My mother has to go to work during the day and take care of me when she comes home. She didn't complain. Mom loves me very much. When I grow up, I must do my best to take care of my mother. Mom, I love you!
Motherly love I have an understanding mother who loves me more than anything else. Whenever I unite with him, I always think of the dribs and drabs she accompanied me through and the ups and downs she accompanied me through. At this time, I will feel how great maternal love is.
I remember when I was 3 years old, my mother helped me wash this dress as usual. When she put the washing powder into the water, a lot of bubbles appeared. When I patted it with my chubby little hand, he banged. As a result, my curiosity was hooked out. They all seem to be my "enemies". I refused to let go of all of them and started a large-scale attack. Mom was happy to see me and didn't care. At this time, I found a big bubble on the edge of the basin and touched it. But I didn't know that danger would come to my little guy soon. My body jumped forward, but my slippers slipped and my brow bone hit the edge of the washbasin ... suddenly my cheeks were covered with blood. Mother was stunned by what she saw. He carried me out of the house. God, mom hasn't taken off her laundry gloves yet, and she's still wearing slippers.
On the way, I felt water dripping down and looked up. It turned out that my mother was crying in a low voice. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I needed stitches. I wanted to understand, so I burst into tears. Mother suddenly sat on the ground and cried, "It's all my fault ...". When sewing, my mother coaxed me and said, "it's so nice to be a boy." It will be fine soon! " "
On the way home, my mother still shed tears from time to time. In doubt, I gently wiped my mother's tears with my little hand, and her mother smiled. After this incident, my mother enhanced my safety education a lot, and this did not happen.
In this way, my mother's love bathed me. It is so warm, sacred and great. Motherly love will accompany me all my life!