Is there a beautiful language that can express maternal love? I don't think so. Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so. I read a newspaper that a massive mudslide destroyed four villages in meigu county, Sichuan Province last June, and instantly swallowed up more than 150 lives. A young mother, although her thigh was crushed by a rock, stood in a waist-deep mudslide for more than four hours with only a few big babies in her hands. She persisted until the early hours of the morning, and when the rescuers came, the baby was unscathed! Tears ran down my cheeks when I read this report. In the misty eyes, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of us, surrounded by sacred light, that is our mother! It is the maternal light of Chinese mothers that surrounds her! I once read an article in Reader magazine: In the "7.3 1" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane were killed, but a baby girl named Dany miraculously survived. It turned out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dany's mother Gong Hongmei held the child tightly in her arms and blocked the rocky foreign bodies and flames with her body. Gong Hongmei exchanged her own death for the life of Little Dany. The mother held her daughter tightly, and the rescuers made great efforts to save little Dany. A few years ago, when I was a primary school student, I read this article, but I will never forget the shock it caused in my heart! With tears in my eyes, I thought about an age-inappropriate question: what is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer. One day, my brother copied me a poem entitled "A bowl of rice with oil and salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/there was a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. There wasn't a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot yesterday/when I came home from school. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/put it in front of my mother's grave. Glancing at this little poem, I am still in a state of ignorance. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, my tears came down. For such a mother who has to prepare a bowl of oil and salt rice for her children in the last days of her life, and for such a mother who tries her best to give her children warmth and love in poverty and bitterness. Through the biting wind and rain, I seem to see that there is a poor and great mother like Qian Qian in thousands of poor villages in Qian Qian, Qian Qian! Like many classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Maybe it's because I have too much, and I can't appreciate the preciousness of maternal love. Until my mother left me to work in a distant place, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational school, leaving me away from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and visiting mother happily get together, I would quietly hide aside. Maternal love is the greatest in the world.
The second article
mother love
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 extend 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 "5. 12" Sichuan earthquake, an epic story was deduced, which was also a shocking legend of a great mother: when rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by a collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, you can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees and supporting her body with her hands. When the rescuers removed the heavy object that was pressing on her, it stood in the ruins like a silent statue. Just as the rescuers were moving her body, they found a baby asleep in her arms. The medical staff also found a short message on the child: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you!" The doctor present shed tears, I shed tears, and the whole country shed tears. ...
What a great mother this is! At that moment when the earth trembled mercilessly, when everything on the earth was destroyed and collapsed, she was duty-bound to build a wall of life for her newborn child and blocked 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 babbled, when we stumbled to take the first step in life, maternal love was with us, and she accompanied us through the ups and downs: when our young mind was hurt, her love was like an invisible plaster, which healed our wounds. When we encounter setbacks in life, maternal love will always erect a warm and sheltered harbor for us, so that we can weather the storms of life and usher in the rainbow sky. When we are successful, or when we are dissatisfied and nagging.
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.
The third article
In the world, there is always a person giving, and there is always a kind of love giving. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. Mothers are great, and people who are bathed in maternal love are happy. If we are green seedlings, then mother is a tinkling spring, nourishing our hearts with the essence of our own life; If we are a lotus, then mother is the unknown lotus leaf, setting off our beauty with her own body and helping us bloom with all her strength. Life is a rough road without light. On this road, mother is a shining street lamp, illuminating us all the way and guiding us to the other side of success. In front of the children, the mother will always be a big tree. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, it will not hesitate to protect the children. In the face of difficulties, a mother will be willing to go far even if she sacrifices her life. This kind of love is wider than the sky, purer than the sea, more abundant than maple leaves, and more immortal than time. I still remember that in 2008, an earthquake of 8. 1 occurred in Wenchuan. In the rescue work in Wenchuan, a story about this was moved and passed down. In fact, this is not a story, but a true story, a touching mother, a woman who can touch God, and a great love that can make countless people cry. In the face of catastrophe in do or die, she used her unswerving instinct to protect the child and let the baby live, while the mother closed her eyes forever. When rescuers found her, she was already dead, her limbs were stiff and she was crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her death posture: kneeling on the ground, the whole upper body crawling forward, supported by both hands. Rescuers thought her death posture was strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins and found a miracle. There is a child lying under that woman. Because of the mother's health, the child was not injured. When she came out, the child was still sleeping quietly. The sleeping face made all the rescuers feel warm and shed tears with excitement. Later, people found a mobile phone in the baby's swaddling clothes. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby! If you are still alive, you must remember "Mom loves you! "Motherly love is so great, just like bright sunshine, hot and bright; Such as abundant green space, fragrant and pleasant; As pure ice and snow, flawless and clear. In fact, not only humans, but also animals. They also have supreme feelings, and they love their children like people. The cow stopped the waterwheel just to give the child a glass of water, and was beaten black and blue by the owner; The antelope jumped off the cliff just to let the lamb jump to the other side with its own body, safe and sound; After the eel is cooked, its head and tail stay in the water and its abdomen arches, just to protect its eggs. This scene surprised me very much. What makes these mothers have such earth-shattering actions? What sustains a mother's faith? That is love, the selfless and great love of a mother for her children. No matter how long, this love will always be so beautiful and pure. Just like that pot of wine, it will not fade with the passage of time, but will become stronger and sweeter. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division are not enough for mom to be kind to us; Lyrics and poems can't recite the greatness of maternal love. Mother always cares, understands, tolerates and pays with a selfless heart. Even if all the beauty in the world.
The fourth article
Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother, "I want to travel around the world with singing." Mother just smiled without saying a word, standing alone in the wind, looking thoughtfully at the white dandelion flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and the farthest star in the sky was always my destination. She said that she would always support me. At that time, my heart was only vaguely aware of my mother's understanding, but at that time I was young and ignorant, but I never realized my mother's reluctance and pity when she spoke. Time has lengthened my figure, and when I grow up, I have re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispels the remnants of the night, when the sunset is swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother walks quickly on the path in the field with farm tools on her back, and neither light nor darkness can stop her footsteps; When the sky is full of stars, my classmates and I are playing and chasing under the moon, my mother is knitting her love into my sweater one by one; On a cold winter day, when I was laughing by the fire in a warm down jacket, my mother was scrubbing clothes with her swollen hands in cold water. ..... So, my heart was deeply touched and hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, is my dream far away? Can I still travel around the world singing? "Thanksgiving"! Rational thinking gives me sacred life. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy her family? Or break out of your own world first, and then let your mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has risen slowly, and it is a new day. I rearranged my thoughts and asked me rationally, "How can you repay me if you don't have a solid arm?" ? You don't have the ability to survive, how dare you repay me? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness ... "I still can't take it easy. I am ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young, and I am more confused and now I know how to repay kindness. At this time, my mother said that she hoped that I would forge a pair of hard wings, cultivate the courage to travel around the world alone, and then build my own future, which was her greatest comfort. She said she would keep a quiet harbor for me, where there is a steady stream of love, and I will always be her concern at any time. I was suddenly enlightened, and gratitude, like a sacred life, inspired me to travel around the world and create my own new world. I will use my sacred life to create the future, like dandelion seeds flying far away, carrying my mother's love and kindness, flying to the horizon, landing, taking root, sprouting and flowering. At that time, I will hold a new world for my mother with tears, and she will show the most touching smile in the world. (I hope it is useful to you, there is another one below) Motherly love is a sachet that brings blessings to children; Motherly love is a fire, which fills the heart with warmth; Motherly love is a candle dedicated to beauty and selflessness ... whenever I feel the deepest maternal love, I can't help but think of my mother, that kind face, that vivid and tortuous childhood past. Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I feel it with my heart. Only in this way can I be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. And this year's Mother's Day, I remembered another philosopher's words: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me ... There is a kind of love, which is the most selfless love in the world. There is a kind of pay, which is the most sincere pay in the world; There is a kind of care, which is the most permanent care in the world. This is everything that mother gives us. Motherly love is silent; Maternal love is delicate; Mother's love is great; Motherly love is eternal. Everyone came into this world in October after his mother was pregnant with him. Since the birth of a small life, the mother's responsibility seems so heavy, and she shoulders the growth and continuation of life. Some pregnant women who are new mothers have a particularly violent reaction during pregnancy, even vomiting, and can't eat anything, but they still hold on for the sake of the children in their bellies. I don't know what it's like to lie on the delivery bed, but I guess expectation must be accompanied by pain. Maybe only mothers can discuss it. With the crying of the baby in October, all the pain seems so powerless, and the pain is turned into happiness in an instant. Perhaps because of motherhood, they take care of them carefully, just like flowers and plants in a greenhouse, and every touch is so soft. Children's growth is inseparable from their mothers' care and love. They can eat and dress well for their children, and even be stingy with themselves, but they will never treat their children badly. With the growth of children, the mother's road is hard, but she never gives in when facing difficulties. She devoted all the love of her life to her children. But as a young girl, I always feel that my mother likes me the least among our sisters, so it is inevitable that she has some resentment, doesn't understand my mother, and often hurts my mother intentionally or unintentionally. It was not until I grew up, left my hometown, missed my mother, and recalled the past, that I felt that my mother treated every child with the same love, because every child was the meat that my mother had dropped. Every time I get a call from my mother, I feel a kind of warmth from my heart. I think it's hard to find anyone else to give me this feeling except my mother. Perhaps only by staying away from and missing your relatives can you know how to cherish your family. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time is in a hurry and the days with my parents are so short. It is because I feel the rush of time that I cherish every minute with my parents. Listening to my mother tell me about the recent situation at home is what I want to listen to every time I go home. And my mother must ask me questions, and I also have a summary: First, are you busy at work? Are you tired? Second: personal problems. I know my mother's mind, and I hope I can have a good home as soon as possible, so as to end her parents' wishes. Even for my parents, I want to find my share of happiness as soon as possible. My mother is old now, her face is wrinkled, and the black hair on her head has gradually turned into silver. I know that it is the witness of my mother's vicissitudes of life and her hardships. Although we have grown up, in the eyes of my mother, we will always be children. Children who have not grown up still give us endless care. Mother gave us not only life, but also the grace of nurturing. That great love, I think, I can't repay it all my life, let alone return it. I know there are many words to describe my mother, and there are also many words to describe maternal love, such as greatness, broadness, kindness, kindness and so on, so I can't find a more accurate word to describe my mother, but I know the truth of "the crow feeds back" and "the lamb kneels on its chest", so I will try my best to repay my mother's warmth and care. I also hope that all children in the world can be kind to the elderly and their mothers.