At night, the deep blue sky is dotted with several shining stars, among which a "heart" star is particularly bright. I looked at my mother's bedroom. She fell asleep, with a kind smile on her face, sweet and beautiful. "Ding, ding, ding" rang at twelve o'clock.
Hoo ~ A gust of wind is blowing, which is the studio that Xifeng wants to take me to-my mother's heart.
I picked up my wand and gently pointed it at myself. "Wow!" ! I turned into a shining star, holding Xifeng's hand and flying to my mother's sleeping heart.
When I arrived, I stood cautiously. It's shining inside, not very bright, but I can still see every corner of my mother's heart clearly. I stood in the center of my heart, warming and illuminating my mother's heart with my own heat and golden light, but brighter. After a while, I picked up a book "Mother's Heart", which was full of mother's whispers. I picked up the book and opened it gently, savoring my mother's heart with relish. ...
"Today, my daughter asked me to comb her hair. I'm scared because my daughter's little hands can comb her hair as beautifully as flowers. What about me? I simply combed my hair, which was very messy. I'm so sorry, my baby. " When I read this, I cried, and pearl-like tears fell on the cover of the book, soaking the loud and warm name "because I love you" in the middle of the book!
Seeing this page of this book, I can't help thinking of all the love my mother gave me before. ...
I remember that year, I fell madly in love with dance. No matter big or small, even if the sky falls, I will go to dance classes. My mother told me that today was her birthday, and she advised me not to go dancing or chat with her. Unexpectedly, I took a taxi to class without looking back, leaving my mother alone and quietly leaving in the cold wind, leaving only the bleak back waiting to be forgotten. That is, this year, she celebrated her birthday alone. Although her daughter was not around, she didn't complain, just silently passed it. When my daughter came back, she didn't mention anything about what happened before, as if she had forgotten it, and continued to be caring and attentive to her daughter until it was forgotten and disappeared from her mind.
A woman, only when she is a mother, can reach the highest level, really. There is a poem that says: But an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and I get three rays of spring. Yes, although my mother's love for us is unrequited love, I still hope I can repay my mother with the same love.
Therefore, I will become a star every night and fly to my mother's heart to light and warm her heart. Because, I want to thank my mother for her love for us. That love is condensed from mother's blood, so it is called "Mother River"! I fell into the "mother river" and bathed in maternal love every day, but today I realized that I bathed in the spark of love and being loved-mother's blood!
The river of maternal love nourishes us. We grew up on the river of maternal love! We are happy inside, our mother will be happy, we are crying inside, and our mother will be sad. However, the mother's sad tears are blood, the indelible red blood in the river of maternal love, and love!
Thinking of this, I want to bow deeply to my mother, hold "love" in the long river of maternal love, and say loudly and proudly, "Mom, thank you for your love. I am proud to have all your love! "
Then, I became a bigger "heart" star, emitting brighter light and warmer love, illuminating the river of maternal love and the mother's heart!
2. How to write a good mother's heart composition before the rainy season? It keeps raining. As usual, today's rain falls like a broken pearl, with no end in sight. The weather didn't give me a good mood. I was depressed and resentful.
With a sad heart, I embarked on the road to school alone. This is the first time I've been angry with my parents since I was so big, and I can't help complaining. The school bus came, I got on the bus, chose a window seat and sat down, staring out the window, still the same pedestrians, vehicles and markets, feeling a little tired. Suddenly, I came to my senses and found a little girl sitting next to me who had just entered the first grade. "It's raining heavily these days, so put on more clothes and don't catch cold." Looking inside, a kind mother kept telling the girl that she was a little bored, but her mother didn't stop talking because of it, but she spoke more verbose. You can see that the little girl is getting more and more excited, and then she looks at her mother intently. Her smiling face is obviously a little anxious. Is it because her daughter is leaving her for another week? I thought to myself, I really envy that little girl. I have my mother's concern, and my mother won't even send it. My heart added a little coolness.
The bus started and my mother got off in a hurry, but her eyes refused to leave until the school bus disappeared into the vast sea of people. At that moment, I suddenly understood what kind of maternal love it was.
"When I was a child, I rode on my mother's shoulder, which was my happiest time ..." The song floating in the car also tightly buckled my heartstrings, and the memories hidden in my heart came to life. In that mother's heart, I will never be her protagonist; But in the window of my thin mother's heart, I will always be the protagonist in her heart.
I know that at the moment, my mother is worried about me through her anxious heart. .
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Maybe I was naive when I was a child. Whenever I was scolded by my mother, I ran to my father and said, "Dad, my mother scolded me again." But my father always touches my head with his rough big hands and says, "son, can you understand my mother's heart?" I really wanted to know what my mother was thinking. ?
One afternoon, I went to my cousin's house to play. After dinner, cousin angrily said to her mother, "Cousin, your so-called good son stole our electronic pet!" " "Hearing this, my mother turned to stare at me and said," Son, did you steal it? "When I get nervous, I shake my head and say, no,no." My cousin looks at me viciously and says, "Who else is in my family except you? "I tried to defend myself after listening, but my mother had already come down with bamboo. Give wings to your composition level.
I hide in the quilt and cry secretly at night. While crying, she whispered, "Mom, she is not a good mother. Hum, she is an unreasonable mother." I fell asleep crying. In the middle of the night, I heard crying in my ear. I secretly opened my eyes. It turned out that my mother was crying beside her. While touching my head, she talked to herself, as if to say to me, "Son, don't blame my mother. My mother knows that you are a good boy and have never stolen anything from others since childhood. Mom is really confused! " My throat choked and tears ran down my cheeks.
From then on, I finally understood my mother's heart. It turns out that she cares about me, loves me, loves me.
My mother's heart composition when she was a child may be too naive. Whenever I was scolded by my mother, I ran to my father and said, "Dad, my mother scolded me again." But my father always touches my head with his rough big hands and says, "son, can you understand my mother's heart?" I really wanted to know what my mother was thinking. ?
One afternoon, I went to my cousin's house to play. After dinner, cousin angrily said to her mother, "Cousin, your so-called good son stole our electronic pet!" " "Hearing this, my mother turned to stare at me and said," Son, did you steal it? "When I get nervous, I shake my head and say, no,no." My cousin looks at me viciously and says, "Who else is in my family except you? "I tried to defend myself after listening, but my mother had already come down with bamboo.
I hide in the quilt and cry secretly at night. While crying, she whispered, "Mom, she is not a good mother. Hum, she is an unreasonable mother." I fell asleep crying. In the middle of the night, I heard crying in my ear. I secretly opened my eyes. It turned out that my mother was crying beside her. While touching my head, she talked to herself, as if to say to me, "Son, don't blame my mother. My mother knows that you are a good boy and have never stolen anything from others since childhood. Mom is really confused! " My throat choked and tears ran down my cheeks.
From then on, I finally understood my mother's heart. It turns out that she cares about me, loves me, loves me.
Only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass.
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The room collapsed. Oh, my God, it's so dark. Baby, are you okay?
Baby, I didn't wake you, did I? Mom is really afraid that the loud noise of the house collapse will wake you up, crush you and touch your sleeping face. Mom is relieved.
Baby, God bless you, you are all right, and you are still sleeping peacefully. Are you hungry? Thirst?
Baby, this disaster came too suddenly, and my mother was not prepared at all, so she could only hold you in her arms to prevent the hard wall from hurting your delicate skin.
Baby, did you sleep well? Mom felt it, just like when I was pregnant with you, I felt that you slept soundly.
Baby, pregnant in October, do you know the joy of mother's heart? I feel your breath, your heartbeat is connected with my heartbeat, and your pulse is connected with my pulse.
Baby, did you hear that? Did you hear mom's heart beating? Mom's heart beats for you. If you die, your mother's heart will die, so you still sleep well and there is nothing abnormal.
Baby, mom's back is pinned down by the wall and it hurts. Strangely, it doesn't hurt at all when mom touches your sleeping face.
Baby, your lips are a little dry and wrinkled. Are you thirsty? Stay a little longer, someone will come to save you soon, mom, hold on! Mom's here, baby. Come on, wait for your uncle and aunt to nurse you, okay?
Honey, mom just slept for a while. Mom dreamed that you were drinking milk, and you looked very happy. Mom is afraid that you won't wake up, but mom knows that you will wake up and drink milk, right?
Baby, mom can't hold on. Sorry, mom can't breast-feed you. Baby, mom's gone. Take care, baby, baby. ...
Postscript: 12 May, 14: 28, a major earthquake occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan. Rescuers rushed to the disaster area to provide rescue. In the ruins, rescuers found a mother protecting the sleeping baby in her arms. Mother is dead. The medical staff found a mobile phone in the baby's firewood. On the mobile phone, my mother wrote a short message: Baby, if you are still alive, remember that my mother loves you! This is the interpretation of maternal love, and it is the mother's broad mind! Great mothers protect their children with their own bodies! The rescuers present were moved by it, and they all heard their mother's voice: Baby, mom loves you. ...
Mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?
Mom, you are the dew, and I am the grass. When my heart is dry, who is my source of water except you?
Mother, you are the atmosphere and I am the earth. When disaster comes, who is my umbrella except you in the vast universe?
Mom, you are the soil and I am the flowers and plants. When I'm roasting in the sun, who can nourish my dry heart except you?
Mom, you are running water and I am a fish. When the drought comes, who can give me a stable home except you?
Mom, you are a safe haven and I am a boat. When the storm comes, who can I rely on in the sea except you?
Mom, you are a bird's nest, I am a bird, and my heart is cold. Except you, who is my warmth in the cold wind?
Mother, you are the soil, I am the bud, and the wind and rain are coming. Who can make me grow up healthily except you?
Mom, you are a thorn, I am a rose, and the danger around me is coming. Except you, who is my strength when I am weak and helpless?
Mom, you are a melon shell, I am a melon kernel, and it's raining outside. Who is my protector besides you?
Mom, you are sunshine, I am a sapling, and a natural storm is coming. Except you, who is the warmth of my winter?
Mother, you are a harbor, I am a boat, and the waves in my heart are surging. Who can I rely on besides you?
Mom, you are a breeze, I am a dandelion, and the cool autumn is coming. Besides you, who is my hope of sowing?
Mom, you are a beam, I am a house, and a strong typhoon is coming. Besides you, who is the strongest pillar behind me?
Mother, you are a key and I am a door. You close my evil and open my good. Without you, I will live in darkness forever.
5. Finish writing the parents' heart and continue to write the 600-word "Parents' Heart"
After changing children three times, the couple let the woman know what their parents' hearts are.
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Later, a family of six finally came to Hokkaido through hardships, but they were strangers here. At first, they didn't even have a place to live. Later, with the help of some kind people, I was already satisfied. Later, the man went to find a job and became a small clerk in a company in Hakodate with the help of the woman. This job is a bit tiring, but he is satisfied because he has a monthly salary. Later, the child grew up slowly, which also relieved the mother a lot. Mom also went out to look for a job. I got a job weaving silk carpets, and soon a large silk carpet knitting machine was carried to their home. Mom starts knitting sweaters as long as she has nothing to do. Several children are getting older and older, and they are all at school. Parents pin their hopes on them, hoping that they can study hard, work hard and live carefree when they grow up. Not as tired as them. Because mom and dad work together and have more financial resources, the family situation has also improved to a certain extent. Gradually, because their father did a good job, he was promoted. Work is not as tiring as before, but the salary is higher. Their family's life is getting better and better, and they have moved from slums to ordinary communities.
Their family also loves to do good deeds. For example, when they meet beggars, they always give them a lot of money. When the children asked their father why, his father said, "Our good life now is that a woman gave us some money. If we die in the future, you can go to that aunt to help you. She lives on XX Road. "
A few days after their father's speech, misfortune happened to them. That night, the earth shook and the bed suddenly shook, and the whole family woke up from their sleep. The eldest son asked, "how?
What's wrong with dad? "Both husband and wife know that it is an earthquake, so they put four children under them, and both of them are arched. In an instant, the house collapsed, and mom and dad's faces turned white and dying. At the last moment, my father slowly took out a paper bag from his pocket! He said to his eldest son, "There is some money in it. You and your brothers and sisters take the flowers! Go find that aunt! The last six words came out intermittently in my father's mouth. The eldest son burst into tears instantly. But now he knows that now is not the time to be sad. It's time to take my brothers and sisters to menstruation's house. He remembers the address that his father told his aunt. With the help of some kind people, they found the aunt.
After seeing them, the woman learned the whole story and began to cry sadly. I sympathize with these children. The couple let the woman know their parents' hearts again!
6. Mother's Worry Composition 600 words The thread in the hands of a loving mother in junior high school carefully sews clothes and repairs them for her wayward son, for fear of delaying his return home, but how much love does an inch of grass have, reported San Chunhui? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother!
I don't remember my mother when she was a child. When her image entered my mind deeply, she seemed to be no longer young. I counted the wrinkles on my mother's forehead mercilessly and quietly. I counted the silver threads that my mother had been dyed white by years and hidden in her black hair. I counted the lines on my mother's hands that had been roughened by hard work. I have been speechless-what words in this world can express my feelings at this time!
In the morning, when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother always looks at me affectionately. When I go to the door, she always rushes back to the kitchen to get me a breakfast and advises me to eat more, even if it's just a bite. She always watches me go out, and then tells me at the door, "Be careful on the road!" I can't remember how many such mornings there are, so I spent more than ten years!
Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? Remember there is such a story:
A young man was seriously ill. The doctor told him that he needed to be treated with his mother's heart. Young people can't stand it. When his mother heard about it, she resolutely cut open her heart and asked him to take it with her to see a doctor for treatment. The young man ran to the hospital with his mother's heart in his hand, but fell on the rugged road. The falling heart makes a gentle and concerned voice: "Son, did you fall?"
This is a touching story, which makes people marvel at the great connection between the muscle cap and the mother. The word "mother" is often the first sentence a person will say, but does mother only give you life? Did she just raise you? Is she just someone you can talk to when you are in pain and share when you are happy? Don't! The mother who resolutely treats her son's illness has fully explained this point. Please read the story in real life again: in a big earthquake, the young mother bent her body into an arch, resisted the falling roof and put her young son on her chest. When people found the mother and son, the great mother had stopped breathing, and her child was tied in her arched arms and dying.
This is mom! She separated the child from the terrible world with her own body. In that case, she still did not forget to give the child a comfortable hug. She traded her life for the child's life, but there was no regret on her face. This is mother! I think, if there are gods in heaven, when the mother learns that the child is safe and sound, she will be relieved and happy with laughter. She will never complain and never regret. This is mother!
Let's take a look at the crow's feet that mom gradually climbed up the corner of her eye. It was the vicissitudes of time that took away my mother's youth. Let's hold mother's cocoon-covered hand, which is a pair of hands that mother pulled us to grow up; Looking at the mother's haggard face, it is a testimony to the efforts for the growth of children!
7. The composition "Parents' Heart" Who will write the parents' heart?
It is believed that "looking forward to a child's success, looking forward to a woman's success" is the greatest ardent wish of every parent in the world, and it is also an eternal expectation and eager hope. I have entered a new year, grown up, more mature and more sensible. However, the love of parents is still accompanied by the growth of age, from beginning to end, neither increasing nor decreasing.
I can observe them carefully, running around day and night, busy in the morning and evening, tireless: mother, an imaginary black hair, can now brush away a few silver hairs. Although it is described as "a few hairs", it is so dazzling and exciting at this time. My heart is sour, and I regret it. I regret that I have never observed the "black hair" in that dream so carefully, and I have never completely discovered its change. Father, after years of wind, frost, rain, snow and hard work, the comfortable and warm big hand that once held my little hand has been worn full of cocoon marks by day-to-day hard work. Holding that familiar but unfamiliar big hand again, the stinging cocoon stung my palm. I think it's not just my hand that hurts.
And these, it seems, are telling stories that have touched me countless times, and they all seem to be deducing a life without regrets and showing a sense of responsibility. No regrets, never give up, stick to it as always.
I believe that everyone is born with nothing, but I seem to feel rich when I was born, because I have the wealth my parents gave me-a love that can never be described. This love is as broad and deep as the sea, enough for me to feel its existence anytime and anywhere. This kind of love is like a tall and straight mountain, magnificent enough for me to realize its profundity and how much effort it has condensed.
Although there are not many words, lofty philosophy and history, there are more silence and eyes full of expectation, hope and peace, which is like "more is told in silence than in their voices". Their silent support seems ordinary, but it has always encouraged me and given me strength, confidence and courage; Has been guiding me, let me move forward endlessly; Has been urging me to face the obstacles and bumps on the road so calmly; Has been giving it to me, making my life full of joy and gratitude.
My parents are bright lights, illuminating my way forward; My parents are high mountains, so I can travel as I want. My parents are the boundless sea, let me travel with my life; My parents are the sky, and I spread my wings in the blue sky and white clouds.
One sentence touched me: "We are kites, bent on flying to the blue sky, and what gives us strength is just holding on to our thread-parents' expectations and thoughts." "Only the farther you go, the higher you fly and the more wonderful you live, will the parents at the other end of the line feel the greatest satisfaction and comfort.
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Parents' hearts
Hesitant when asking to send the children, asking for discussion.
The eldest son was sent away, and the conditions were superior and the burden was reduced.
When the second son changed back to the eldest son, it was difficult to give up the eldest son and try to change back.
When the daughter becomes the eldest son, it is difficult to give up the second son and try to change back.
When I want to go back to my daughter, I can't give up my daughter and decide not to send it.