We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song that moistens things silently for a long time.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me.
When the lost eyes are innocent, the mother's care is the most memorable. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, in the middle of the night, it is my mother's shadow that accompanies me to study.
Maternal love is crimson, a crimson sea. Although it surges occasionally, it is too deep love. When you are calm, everything will become easy. When you touch the sea, you will deeply feel a kind of boiling slurry, which is warm all the time.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The trickle of maternal love moistens our life like a drizzle. When we walk into the school, get a pen and record the notes of love, maternal love is the truest love.
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Great maternal love
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to catch the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops.
When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.
I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart.
From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study.
Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. " Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted. "Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing, but I found my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do. In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "great!"
My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... I should do it well. A little slack will be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I will suffer from some flesh and blood. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I still tried to do something that my peers couldn't do. Now I know that my mother wants me to take everything seriously. No matter what my reason is, I can't be careless.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Thank my mother for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite strength to overcome any difficulties and guide me to work hard in my future study and life and never give up.
mother love
There are always people who support us, and there is always a kind of love that makes us heartache.
This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. Mom is great, Lin.
People who are bathed in maternal love are happy. I once read a story about my mother.
In order to save a gazelle, the gazelle set foot on the bottomless ground without hesitation.
Deep cliff. At this time, the hunter who chased them saw this scene and knelt down.
I think: although maternal love does not have to be at the expense of self, it is a drop.
It is the sublimation of maternal love, the highest state of maternal love, and it touches the world; That kneeling
It is the awakening of conscience, but also the sincere admiration for maternal love. One is the sacrifice of love.
Sacrifice, one is the awakening of love Bing Xin said:
If there were no women in the world,
The world must at least lose.
Five out of ten facts,
Six tenths of goodness,
Seven tenths of beauty.
Yes, the world is only because there are women, mothers and motherly love.
So colorful. Motherly love, like a lamp, is lit.
It will never go out, illuminating the darkness and the way forward of one child after another.
Way. Snow falls without a trace, and true love is silent. Motherly love is always not easy to be noticed.
Just like coffee, you can find it if you taste it carefully.
Love under a cold heart
I remember when I was in the third grade, I came home late to write my composition. My mother cooks for me again and again. But I don't know. My mother worried about me again and again at home, worried that I was hungry, worried that I couldn't write, worried that I was afraid of the dark, worried … Later, my father took me home, and my mother rushed to the door, gave me a deep look and gave me a reassuring smile. But I didn't notice. My mother pretended not to care about me at all and simply said, "Eat quickly, the food will get cold later." Besides, I have to wash the dishes. Let's go Give the composition to my mother after eating, and I won't revise it. "When I wolfed down my food, my mother looked at me and said, eat slowly and don't choke! I thought to myself, didn't you tell me to eat quickly? Mother said, "Give me the composition. "I thought my mother didn't care about me at all. Only care about my composition. Reluctantly gave her the composition. But I don't know whether my mother is trying to make me happy or to win an award and inspire me to write better. Mom stayed up late that night. ...
Love with silver hair
I still remember one time, my mother asked me to help her pull out her white hair and said, "Mom is old and useless." I feel sour when I listen to it. When I pulled it out, I deliberately hid my white hair in my black hair and said happily, "Mom, you are not old. You see, your white hair is so little. " Mother shook her head and said with a smile, "Can you fool her with your little tricks?" Actually, your mother doesn't need you to be nice to her. As long as you hold a little filial piety, a sincere heart, or even a drop of water, you can dye your mother's silver silk, smooth her wrinkles, make her younger and water a landscape! "I quickly defended:" No, no "What? What little move? You are not old. "Mom smiled and said," No, no, anyway, you have dyed mom's silver silk and smoothed her wrinkles. " Say that finish and left. I'm thinking alone, what have I done? How to dye mother's silver silk and smooth wrinkles? Oh! It turns out that I have a little filial piety and sincerity!
Birthday in the cold wind
Once, it was very cold and the cold wind was blowing. My mother can play happily with my classmates for my birthday, decorate my room and leave me money for my birthday, but she fled outside. I don't care. I played with my classmates until late at night. When I walked to the door, I was surprised to find that my mother was standing in the cold wind, shivering, exhaling and rubbing her hands. When my mother saw me, she shouted, "Did my classmates leave?" Happy birthday today? Mom just came back from the outside "... my eyes immediately covered with a layer of crystal tears and a burst of sadness. I know, my mother didn't just come back, but never left, standing in the cold wind! I flew over and threw myself into my mother's arms ... At this time, my mood was really unspeakable, including sadness, emotion, happiness, guilt and so on. ...
I live in a single-parent family, my father didn't give me any love, but my mother gave me more love than others 1 times: get up in the cold night and cover me with a quilt; Save me some delicious food; Run for me; As far as I am concerned ... when I cry and feel distressed, my mother brings me gentle comfort; When I can't write a composition, take me out for a walk to relax ... occasionally I will find bitterness in my mother's silver silk. My mother has been quietly paying for me, but I enjoy it. Today, I realized that some seemingly insignificant things actually contain my mother's deep love. For example, a picky eater is actually carefully prepared for you by your mother; A clean and fragrant dress was washed by your mother ... suddenly looking back, I found that my mother gave me so much. But I didn't find it at ordinary times. Is it because there is no trace, or because I am in it, used to it and ignored it? Children in the world, don't be numb to maternal love, give more care to your mother! I once asked myself: What is maternal love? Only when I am in a trance can I feel that there is no fixed pattern of maternal love. Different mothers have different ways, but different ways have the same feelings-selfless love. No matter which mother and daughter (son) are together, they will always be the happiest. I sincerely hope that this article can arouse everyone's love for mother and love her well. After all, once something is lost, it can never be found again. Motherly love is so deep and pure, as the purer wine makes us intoxicated, but we have no idea that it is a thousand-year-old wine. If the kindness of parents in this life is unrequited, if parents are destined to devote their lives to their children, then in the next life, please be my child, please let me be the mother who pays off debts, please let me repay your love in this life with the kindness of the world. ...