Mom, you know my physical condition like the back of your hand. Knowing that I get sick easily in winter, cover me with a quilt every night to avoid getting sick. But god's will is not satisfactory. One night, you tucked me in and found my face flushed. You quickly took a thermometer to take my temperature, and as a result, I had a high fever. You put on a cotton-padded jacket for me in spite of the cold. You only wore a thin coat and a big cotton-padded jacket, and you hurried to the hospital behind my back. The street is very cold, almost no passers-by pass by, and your thin figure is interspersed in the street.
When I got to the hospital, you found an acquaintance to treat me. You have been busy for me, never stopping, never eating or sleeping, quietly accompanying me, lest I wake up at any time. I mumbled, "water, water ...". You seem to hear my words, get up at once, pour me a cup of hot water, look at me kindly and say, "Cher, do you feel better?" Do you want to have some dinner during the break? "I nodded. You immediately went home and cooked me some light meals, brought them to me in a hurry and fed me bite by bite. I said, are you hungry? You said without hesitation, "I'm not hungry. You don't have to worry about eating when I just finish it. "I know you didn't eat, but you still smiled. I ate half of it and said, "Mom, I'm full. I'll take a break. Why don't you have a rest? " I turned my head to rest. Do you know how much I want you to have a taste? Do you know how much I want you to lie down and rest? I'm afraid a little will be fine! But I don't know what happened afterwards. Do you know how afraid I am that you will get tired? During the break, your pale face appeared in front of my eyes, your dark circles were heavier and your white hair seemed to be more.
Ah! Mom, you are like a cup of tea. You can drink your warmth in a cold night, your mellowness in loneliness, your indifference in tears, and your lifelong care and gentleness.
Dear mother, I love you and thank you for your meticulous care and everything you have done for me.
Chapter 2: Mom, I love your mom. Her heart is as wide as the sea, because it is a selfless heart; Her hands are as big as a forest, because they are hardworking hands. Touching my mother's hand will always have a bitterness, which comes from the rough traces left by busyness; Kissing my mother's head always gives me a feeling of heartache, which comes from adding white hair in advance because of hard work. My mother's love for me is silent. You are using a strong attitude towards life to make me understand a lot of truth in the world. Every time I think about it, I will be annoyed by things that contradict you, break your heart, and have more white hair.
Mom, why don't I want you to run less and rest more? You said you believed that I would prove my love for you with my actions. Yes, mom, I will study hard, correct my bad habits, stay away from things that will pollute my heart and stop worrying about you.
Mom, do you still remember Mother's Day this year? You came back late that day, and I lay on my desk waiting for you to fall asleep. The gift I prepared for you that day was to wash your feet. I remember crying in my sleep, tears flooded my heart, and I stopped opening my window. When I came back, you picked me up and gently put me on the bed, but I didn't have time to tidy up my messy hair, which brushed my cheek slightly. I often enjoy this kind of love, but this time it is more unforgettable.
Mom, please have a rest! Don't always work too hard for me and my family. Your daughter has grown up, don't worry. I will study hard, learn to stand on my own feet, be a student with excellent academic performance, be your close-fitting cotton-padded jacket and love you all my life.
Mother and son can't repay you for your contribution to me now, but they will study hard and take every step. When I grow up, I will be a useful person to society.
I love you, Mom!
Chapter 3: Mom, I love your mother. I am a grass, and this ray of sunshine from my mother shines on me. I am a small fish, and it is my mother who moistens me with this sea; I am a little flower, and it is my mother's breeze that brings my fragrance to everyone; I am a bird, my mother, and this big tree provides shelter for me. ...
Mom, I have a lot to say to you, all on my lips, but I can't say it. You've done too much for our family. Looking at your tired appearance, I feel sad and helpless! Mom, you know what? I made a promise to myself: I will study hard and repay you with the best results. Thank you, it is your care and love that make me thrive. Sometimes I am naughty and often make you angry. Now I know I did something wrong. Under your guidance, I will correct all my mistakes. I really want to see your smile.
My mother's heart misses me, my mother's love belongs to me, my mother's affection dotes on me, and my mother's warmth embraces me. But, what did I do for my mother? It is a boring attitude, an unreasonable misunderstanding and an annoying look. But what did my mother do for me? It is infinite care, eternal yearning, special love, selfless affection, infinite acceptance and infinite understanding.
But you are old when I didn't realize it, and you are old so fast, as if in countless inadvertently, and as if in an instant. I hope that heaven and earth can unite with a god's scissors, cut your white hair into black, cut your aging cheeks into beautiful faces, and cut the past time short.
However, how much time do I have to love my mother, and how much time does my mother have for me to be filial and get along. Mom, thank you. I will study hard, work hard and strive for a new look. Let me be full of sunshine here and forget my timidity and fear; It is also my mother's great love, which makes my life full of happy sunshine. Without a mother, there would be no warm home for children in the world! Mom, I want to say to you: "Thank you, you have worked hard."
Finally, I said to you: "Mom, you have worked hard for me! I love you forever. "
Chapter 4: Mom, I love your mom! You have been silently by my side and accompanied me for more than ten years. No matter how high and big the obstacles ahead are, you will always help me eradicate thorns; No matter how muddy the road ahead is, you will always help me spread comfortable marble ... when I pass a checkpoint, you will always smile, even my eyes will shine with joy, and I will laugh. At this moment, I am extremely happy.
I am a sophomore, and I am not good at communication. Whenever class is over, I just sit in my seat and look at the blue sky and birds flying under the eaves, as if only they can read their own voices. I never dare to raise my hand in class. Even if the topic is simple, my hand is just resting on my ear, like scratching, not ignorant. I also have a step down, so it won't be embarrassing. Looking at the students who were called up by the teacher to answer questions, my face was filled with a happy smile, but I thought, "What's the big deal?" Although I am envious, I never dare to confess to myself. I always deceive myself that I don't care about anything. Over time, I am neither naughty nor outstanding, and this kind of classmate is naturally easy to forget. At home, it is natural to report good news instead of bad news. I seldom mention this kind of thing, and I'm embarrassed to mention it. My mother didn't know when she knew about it and went to talk to the class teacher. I was shy and ran away under the guise of going to the toilet.
Oh! It's time for me to read the text by myself. My hand is still itchy. "Tao Ziyi" is the voice I have been expecting. I've been waiting for a long time, and now I'm close at hand, but I don't know what to do. I stood up in a hurry, even the chair, a little disobedient. In the eyes of classmates, there are doubts, surprises and expectations. Thank you, mom. You are my backbone and stand up for me. At the moment you read the text, your instructions to me and your trust in the class teacher were all reflected between the lines and in the students' approving eyes.
I still remember the text that brought me rebirth-dandelion mother. Yes, my mother, are you a great dandelion mother? She gave life to the children, and you gave me spirit and soul!
Let's hum-"Only mothers are good in the world", because the most extensive and noble thing in the world is maternal love! Birds singing and flowers smelling accompany my answer, but what I reveal is maternal love!
Chapter 5: Mom, I love you. Everyone has a mother who raised you with great pains. In our eyes, mother may be kind, strict and humorous, but in my eyes, mother is great and sacred.
In the morning, whenever I get up, I am always greeted by my mother's kind smile and a delicious breakfast.
After dinner, my mother always took me on that old bike, but I never gave it up. Instead, I am full of love for it, which is my mother's love. Mom got on the bus, patted the back seat and motioned me to come up, sitting in the back seat by herself. Mother climbed up slowly, and the breeze blew through her hair. Her black hair lost its luster when she was young, but it was mixed with a little white hair. The trace of time climbed up her face mercilessly and became wrinkles, which made people feel distressed. The wind blew on her face and disturbed my heart. Mother is becoming more and more sacred and great in the afterglow of the sun.
As usual, when I arrived at the school gate, my mother always told me a few words, "Be obedient in class, drink plenty of water and have a full lunch." These words seem to be a beautiful movement that warms my heart.
Mom, I love you!
Chapter 6: Mom, I love you. Time bounced off my fingers inadvertently, and the old lattice was covered with spider footprints. There is a net inside, and every grid is dust, but some places are inseparable and some places are sparse and clear. This feeling is gold wrapped in dust. If you don't taste it, you'll never know its true value-that's the story of growing up.
My lover is the heroine in this growth story. ...
My lover is very beautiful. Long hair, like a waterfall; Eyebrows curved, like the new moon in the sky. A pair of eyes are crystal clear. The high nose and cherry-like lips ... just don't know whether it is the passage of time or my existence, which makes her rosy face engraved with wrinkles.
My lover, virtuous and virtuous, is a heroic woman with indomitable spirit.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother wanted to celebrate her birthday, and then she took me to her grandmother's house. At that time, there were few vehicles or even almost no cars in the countryside. However, my home is far from my grandmother's, and she and I have to take the mountain road because we are in a hurry.
It's midsummer and the weather is very hot. At first glance on the mountain road, I couldn't find a figure, only the rape flowers all over the mountain were in full bloom in the hot sun. Flowers are surrounded by hardworking bees, and occasionally one or two butterflies participate.
I was very young, about five or six years old, and I was curious about the scenery on the mountain. I sang children's songs as I ran, and the songs echoed in the valley. But it was only three minutes of warmth. Soon, when I was tired of walking, I threw myself on the path, waiting for her who was far behind me.
After all, the mountain road is not easy to walk, and she is carrying a basket of eggs for her grandmother's birthday. She staggered over and wiped the sweat from her face with her hands. Asked with concern, "honey, why don't you go?" It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Grandma will be angry if she can't arrive on time. "I said coquetry," There are so many bugs here that I'm covered in bags. " "And this road is too difficult to walk. It is far and hot. How can I get there? " She looked at me covered in sweat, then at the poisonous fireball in the sky, and said softly, "Well, take a rest first, and I'll make you something to cover the sun, but you have to leave when you're done." With that, she took some soft branches.
Her hands are very flexible, and the branches jump in her hands. She sang to me while knitting grass rings. There are only two of us in the vast mountains, and the air is filled with happiness.
After the grass circle was woven, she put it on me carefully and said, "honey, it's time for us to go." Otherwise, after a while, wolves will come and take you away. "I know she's just scaring me. Because I really couldn't walk at that time, I didn't make a sound. So she asked helplessly, "What's the matter with you? We agreed to have a rest and then leave. Otherwise, I will take you for a walk. " There is also a trace of fatigue in the voice.
She held a basket of eggs in her left hand, held me in her right hand and kept telling me stories. We formed a unique scenery in the mountains.
But she is just a woman after all. After walking for a while, her hands were too sore to lift, so she had to put me down and let me go for a while. But soon, she changed the basket to her right hand and picked up chubby me with her left hand. In this way, we finally reached our destination with difficulty. Looking at her panting, I can't help but feel distressed. But she smiled and rubbed mosquito repellent on me. Inadvertently, I saw a harsh blood stain on her right wrist!
That blood is the witness of our love. I love you, my love, my mother!
Chapter 7: Mom, I love you. May 12, Mother's Day, is a Mother's Day in the world. On this day, I want to bless my mother. On my mother's festival, I am determined to offer my love to my mother and repay her selfless but infinitely tolerant love.
My mother is almost sixty in the blink of an eye, and she came home this weekend to see her mother at work covered in frost. I don't think the years are sighing, I am getting old.
In the past, I always talked about my father and thought of him. Perhaps too many things happened in those years, but I inadvertently ignored the existence of my mother, and even emotionally alienated my mother.
I didn't do enough for my mother. I think, in recent years, my father left, my sisters got married one after another, and they left home and mother and started their own lives. During the period, I lacked care and care for my mother. But mother, alone, never complained. Or take care of us, take care of my nephew and work hard.
Mom, she is still so tired. My mother has always been a hard worker. Although she has lived in the city for many years, her temper has not changed at all, and she is restless. There is generally no farmland in cities, mostly buildings and markets. Mother didn't know that she had reclaimed a small piece of wasteland from there and could grow some small dishes. Mother goes to see it three times a day and waters it every day. That small vegetable garden is also planted with mother's heart. Actually, my mother is afraid that we can't get used to the food in the city. It is said that too much estrogen is bad for your health. My mother hopes that we can all eat fresh homemade vegetables. Soon, the food grew so fast that my mother couldn't finish all the food she grew. My mother also took it to take out food, maybe she could get a few dollars to make her happy.
Now, my mother seems to live in the countryside. Every day, she looks at her trouser legs covered with mud and can't wash them off, wasting a pair of trousers. A few times I didn't let my mother go. My mother always wants to say, Steve, I'm free anyway. Let me move my bones and maybe do some exercise. I can't arrest my mother. But my heart is sad, mom. I can enjoy happiness but choose to be tired. I know, the heart is still tied to us.
I feel sorry for myself. I promised my father to take good care of my mother and grandmother, but I couldn't. Thinking of all kinds of things, I am grateful to my mother, and I also have deep remorse and regret. If there were no mother, there would be no me today. I know, since my father left, I left my mother alone. Maybe when I was alone, I stayed alone for a long time. I never knew she was lonely. I always go home after work or on weekends. When I got home, I saw my mother preparing meals for me. I seldom communicate with my mother. I thought my mother wouldn't understand me. No matter how late I come home, I will never see any criticism or blame from my mother again. Every time I see my mother's bloated and busy figure, scenes of the past emerge in front of me and suddenly wet my heart.
Although in childhood, there has always been only the shadow of my father, and my mother is only a small silhouette, it is not that my mother doesn't care about us, but that her concern is covered up by my father's great love. It can be said that my mother is far less delicate than my father. When we were young, we were all used to relying on our father. But the mother is still in the years, thinking, caring, caring about the child's every growth, every story, silently doing everything for us behind his father's back.
Mother and father are very different in character. My father is depressed, but my mother is happy. My father is meticulous, but my mother is rude. My father is emotional and my mother is single. She is a heavy person in honest and frank, but her mother is more open-minded and tolerant than her father. This is my mother's greatest feature, and it is also the place I have always admired most. Mom and dad, just, they are very talkative. Especially mother, her friends are everywhere. She never makes enemies, but keeps close to others. My mother is different from my father. She is cheerful all day and cares nothing. My mother has a kind heart. Whenever she sees that her neighbor needs help, she goes to help without saying anything. I often see my mother talking all the time when she is free, and she likes to chat with people. The so-called charity, so my mother loves to drink beer.
Compared with today's people, my mother can't be regarded as a literate person, but in my mother's time, my mother was in the fifth grade of primary school and was regarded as a literate person, but my mother never showed off. Mother always faces everything optimistically. Even in the most difficult years, my mother survived step by step. Sometimes, I feel gratified for my mother's happiness. In the implied meaning, mother constantly educates and guides our attitude towards life and gives us some mazes when we are at a loss about life. Become the savior of our souls and lives.
My mother is faithful to love. At that time, I heard that my grandfather introduced the object to my 24-year-old mother, but my mother fell in love with my father and married him without hesitation despite my grandfather's opposition. This shows that my mother has great courage. My mother, who has been working hard with her father in the countryside, still lives with her back to the loess and keeps company with farmland all day. At that time, her mother was an expert in the production team, and it was her style to work quickly and diligently. Mother and father can't say they love each other. They spent 35 spring and autumn together, although they couldn't say love at that time.
As a wife, my mother is very careless. She doesn't care about my father's needs. I don't know when my father changed, became moody and cynical, and was always angry with my mother. My mother has always been patient. On several occasions, my father got drunk and chased my mother around to beat and scold. Whenever this time, my mother will hide everywhere. I didn't understand when I was a child. I only vaguely saw my mother shed a few tears. In fact, my mother has always been a very strong mother in my eyes. When my father had an accident that year, my mother took the responsibility of taking care of my father without saying anything. For more than a hundred days, my mother accompanied my father. Who says there is no love between their love? At least, I felt my mother's sadness and heartfelt pain. Mother, she has aged a lot in an instant.
Gradually, I got used to my mother's carelessness. When my mother often makes careless or low-level mistakes, she is always scolded by us. I thought my mother was rough by nature. She never thought so, but I was really wrong. Once, I accidentally saw my mother retreat to the corner of the bed and quietly shed tears. Even then, my mother had never been so sad. That time, my mother deeply shocked me. I always thought my mother was old. But at that moment, I knew that my mother was sad.
In fact, I may never understand the hardships of being a mother. When I saw my mother bathing my nephew, I watched. My mother was still talking about me. I have to study more in the future. I also said, why study? There you are. Mom said, silly child, when you grow up, you will know that mom has worked hard.
When I was unmarried, my mother was worried and repeatedly advised me to find my husband's family early. I still think she is very troublesome. When I really want to get married, I can't bear to part with my mother. My mother also took out 500 yuan, which she used to scrimp and save, and said she would buy something for me. Although we usually give her pocket money, my mother saves it bit by bit. I couldn't help crying at that time. In fact, what the old man wants may not be your money, but your heart and love for her. My heart can't help being moved by my mother. Although it is only a little token of my mother's love, it is the greatest and most selfless love of ordinary mothers in the world!
At that moment, I understood my mother's painstaking efforts. So I quietly put a time deposit in my mother's name with a few zeros on it. I want to give it to her on her birthday, and I also want to tell her, don't worry, mother and daughter will take care of themselves when they grow up and will take care of you in the future.
At this moment, I remembered the story of my childhood. Once my father asked me whether my mother was better or my father was better. I didn't answer at that time. Maybe I don't know how to answer. For a nine-year-old child, there may really be no such good concept. But father, I can't hear my answer today. In fact, I really want to tell them, loudly tell them, mom and dad, you are the only love in my life, I love you, regardless of rank. Just father, you left me a regret. To stop regretting, mom, please listen to me. I love you and will always love you.
Chapter 8: Mom, I love you without maternal love. Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
Maternal love between the lines
I remember coming home from school, mom. You took my schoolbag from my hand, looked at my sweaty forehead, frowned and muttered, "What's the hurry? It is dangerous to ride a bike on the road. Watch the road. There are more and more cars in front. "
After dinner, I hurried upstairs to do my homework, as if to catch the exam. You saw them put down the dishes they were washing, wiped their hands on their aprons, took out the soybean milk prepared before dinner from the cupboard and said, "Your father said that the food just now was a little salty. Drink some soybean milk. This is sugar-free, and it will not be thirsty after drinking for a while. " Mom, your eyes were full then.
Maybe you think I'm so natural, maybe you think it's the duty of being a mother, but I don't think so.
Motherly love in the past
I remember when I was in kindergarten, one day it was raining heavily and other people's parents came to pick me up. I was the only one standing alone at the gate of the garden, waiting for my family to pick me up. I can't help feeling a little resentful towards my parents: Why didn't you pick me up? I am cold and hungry. Suddenly, a familiar figure came slowly from the rain curtain. Let me take a closer look. It's my mother. I am ecstatic. My mother came up to me, touched my hand and said, "What's the matter? Cold! " Say that finish, take off her coat and put it on me. He added, "Come on, put it on my back and I'll carry you." I was still angry at my mother's lateness and ignored her. But my mother is not angry. She seemed to read my mind and smiled and said, "Don't be angry. If you don't go back, your father will have no food. " After listening to my mother, I reluctantly fucked her back. After walking for a while, it rained even harder. Mother moved the umbrella to my side bit by bit. I said, "Mom, don't move your umbrella here, or you'll get wet." My mother completely ignored it and said as if nothing had happened, "It doesn't matter if I get wet, but if you get wet, how will you go to class tomorrow?" After listening to my mother's words, I felt a thrill in my heart, and my anger just vanished. Mother's clothes were wet by the rain, but she went on, on. ...
The next day, my mother was ill. I blame myself. Why didn't I return the clothes to my mother yesterday? Better. So, I don't want to go to school, I want to be with my mother, but her mother said, "Good boy, go to school!" " "After several discouragements, I went to school. However, I am at school and my heart is at home. ..........
Motherly love is silent.
Silent dew, autumn water without trace. Time passes silently on the rings of time, leaving no trace. Mom, if you let me fly, you should let me be blown by the wind, whipped by the rain, sunburned by the sun, and blocked by the trees in the air. The mystery of .........................................................................................................................................'s maternal love is self-evident. Caring is a form of maternal love, and caring is also a form of maternal love. Motherly love exists in various forms. She always wraps us and inspires us.
Motherly love is a fragrant and beautiful emotional wine, and it is a road sign that will always guide us; Motherly love is a cloud floating in the sky, floating around with the birds in the sky, flying over Qian Shan, always by the children's side. Motherly love has no impurities, no hypocrisy, and it is a real detail. Motherly love is generous and selfless dedication, a pill when you are sick, and a "good night" before going to bed at night. This is the most authentic experience of maternal love.
Maternal love, let us taste the ups and downs of life, let us clearly understand the direction in the sand, maternal love is a beautiful scenery on earth. If there is no maternal love in the world, it is like plants lacking sunshine and fish lacking rivers; If a person lacks maternal love, he will lose his way, wander around and sometimes even go astray in the journey of life.
Mother, you have exhausted your life's energy and gorgeous youth, and devoted yourself to writing the silent song of maternal love.