Maternal love is selfless. She sacrificed all her time for me.
It rained on the way to school. Who took off his fur coat and put it on me, but got wet by the heavy rain?
This is my loving mother.
I did badly in the exam. Who encouraged me with a kind tone, filled me with confidence and made me go forward bravely.
This is my loving mother.
Who helped me when I was in trouble?
This is my loving mother.
Who knitted me a beautiful, comfortable and warm new sweater stitch by stitch in the cold winter?
This is my loving mother.
I remember one morning, as soon as my mother took me to school, it rained heavily. At this time, I arrived at school safely, but my mother had to go home in the heavy rain. I looked at my mother's back in the rain and thought: if I were a small umbrella on my mother's head, how wonderful it would be! But I can only watch my mother walk alone in the rain. I shouted to my mother loudly, "Mom, please go home quickly, don't catch a cold in the heavy rain!" " "I hurried into the classroom and attended class with a heavy heart. After school, I saw that my mother was safe and not sick, and this stone in my heart was put down. At this time, I couldn't help hiding my little face in my mother's arms, feeling that my mother's heart was really warm.
Another school sports meeting, the teacher asked the students to tell their parents to sew a white cloth on the school uniform and write their numbers on it. When I got home, I immediately asked my mother to sew white cloth for me. My mother found two clean cloths and sewed them carefully. Inadvertently, a pointed needle cut my mother's hand. I quickly found a band-aid and put it on my mother carefully. At this time, my mother's eyes were wet and said, "Son, you are so filial." At this moment, I remembered a poem by Meng Jiao, Ode to a Wanderer: The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
One day, I thought: My mother has used it on my behalf all my life. How can I repay her?
So I went to ask my mother, "What do you want most when you grow up?"
"Mom said," I hope you will become a useful talent for the country when you grow up. "
Ah, mom, you have done so much for me, but you have no complaints. I must study hard now, and I will respect you when I grow up. Thank you for your love over the years.
Thanksgiving gave birth to my mother, grateful to my mother's motherland, grateful to my mother's earth. Your children should repay their mothers with wisdom, science, diligence and courage, make your smiles sweeter, make the mountains and rivers more magnificent and make the environment better.