Mother's Day Writing and Poetry

I don't know from which year, the second Sunday of May every year has become such a day full of warmth, fragrance of human nature, warmth and affection of human beings.

friends. I send you my blessing from far away where I live. May the mother of the world always be safe, healthy and warm.

Because I'm too busy, I really don't have time to go back to my home. I have to call my mother and wish her well. Tell her, your son, to wish your mother happiness on a special day, and thank you forever, son.

In my mother's surprise, I moistened my eyes and hung up the phone gently. I am willing, willing to give my mother a happy meditation and a slight touch today.

Today, with the flood of festivals, every day in life may be a festival, and every day in the world may also be a festival.

composition

The annual Mother's Day is coming again. On the eve of Mother's Day this year, I wrote this article to remember my mother's maternal love. My mother has bright eyes and always stares at me until I finish my homework. Small nose, smooth tongue, no one can say her. Although my mother is fierce-looking, she is cruel-minded. She cares about my life.

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, it's cold!" " "Say that finish, take off her coat and put it on for me. He added, "Come on, put it on my back, and I'll carry you. "I'm still angry about 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. If you get wet, how can I go to class tomorrow?" "Listen to my mother, my in the mind a thrill, just anger suddenly disappeared. 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 my 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. ...

Maternal love is great, mother is selfless, maternal love is meticulous, and maternal love is admirable.