My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck.
I love my mother, but my mother loves me more.
On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.
Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words.
Motherly love is like a warm snow.
In my memory, there are many traces, including laughter and tears. But I will never forget that I shed tears of gratitude that time.
It was a winter night, it was raining heavily outside, and I was fast asleep. In the dim eyes, I vaguely saw a figure. I rubbed my eyes, the light was still on and my mother was knitting me a sweater. In the light, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's forehead and a few white hairs on her head, and I couldn't help shivering. Mom doesn't seem to realize that I'm awake, so she keeps knitting. I broke the silence in the room and said, "mom, why don't you sleep?" It's so late. " My mother smiled when she saw me awake and replied, "It's getting cold. I'll knit you a sweater and a scarf. Look, it's almost finished. It will be available in a few days. " "Mom, go to sleep. It is also ok to knit sweaters and scarves in the future. " "Nothing, almost." I got angry and said, "If you don't sleep, I won't sleep." My mother listened to me and had to pack up and go back to her room. That's when I slept soundly. The next morning, when I got up and went to my mother's room, I was shocked. My mother is lying on the desk with a sweater just made next to her. Suddenly, I understood. After a while, my mother got up, saw me around, and quickly explained, "This is because I got up in the morning and had nothing to do, so I knitted a sweater conveniently." I couldn't control my feelings and burst into tears. Now, as soon as I put on this sweater, I will think of my mother's deep love
That time, I shed tears. I shed tears of gratitude. I want to do my filial piety, but how can the child's love repay the mother's deep kindness?
A good friend once said to me, "You have a special smell."
I have no idea where it is.
I didn't understand where the incense came from until I changed my clothes one day.
In the morning, the sun shines like a clear spring in the yard, flowing clearly with the familiar sound of running water and rippling in the lightly licked air.
I opened the door, and it was a familiar smell and fragrance.
I'm a little confused. Is it the smell of washing powder Or the smell of mom? Or both?
I walked in at a brisk pace. As usual, my mother sat in front of the plastic basin, rubbing her hands up and down in the water.
With the cheerful sound of running water, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, and a lot of white bubbles are naughty to show their faces. Some rushed to the sky, and several dull people bumped into the basin. A group of little people held hands, hugged their mothers' hands and gave them angelic kisses.
Mother's hands kept rubbing clothes, as if there was something hidden inside. In an instant, I really knew everything. In my mother's laundry day after day, the fragrance full of love is stored in the washing water, left on my clothes and left in my heart.
My mother asked me to change clothes and put away the clothes on the bed. Dimfragrance appeared again, just like refreshing medicine, flowing into my nose, which can't be washed off in the washing machine, burned in the laundry and rubbed by others.
Her love is different from other loves. Her love can bear all the misfortunes and dissolve all the pains ... When everything goes to blowing in the wind, her love has gone through the washing of time, and finally, it is discovered and understood by us ... It turns out that her love is our whole world, where there is infinite happiness, and she is our eternal guardian angel-mother ...-Inscription.
When I was a child, my mother liked to take my little hand for a walk in the sunset. The wind in the sunset is so selfless, so gentle, clear and slow. Motherly love tells me "Daughter of the Sea" in the breeze, and tells me the story of "The Old Man and the Sea". The wind gently stroked my mother's hair. It is so sweet in my young mind ... I like to look up into my mother's eyes. They are so bright, so attached, like, like stars, always hanging in my heart.
I haven't spent much time with my mother since I was a child. Because he travels a lot, holidays are busier, so I'm afraid I have to spend a year with him again. However, the love she gave me cannot be measured by time. Her love is my guardian angel. Wherever she goes, her love will always be by my side. ...
Late night companionship
I am a careless person, and I have never noticed that my mother's love is so delicate and silent.
I do my homework and she watches TV. It is a long-standing habit for her to live in our house. It has been like this since I went to school to do my homework. However, she never watches TV in the living room. She is watching a small TV in the bedroom. It was not until that day that I unveiled the veil of maternal love that I had silently dedicated for nearly ten years.
That day, I tried to get the section exam to 12: 30. Strangely, my mother didn't come to call me. On weekdays, she always comes to my room at different times to see me in Kan Kan. Remind me that I should go to bed early. But today, I can't hear her nagging voice. It can't be a TV series! I pushed open my mother's door with curiosity. That door opened my mother's heart and showed me maternal love. Where does mother watch TV? The sound of the TV was cancelled by my mother. Just some silent pictures jumping in the air. Over the years, TV was just a reason my mother used to spend the evening with me. How many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many days and nights, this is because no matter how tired the mother is, she never sleeps in front of the children and studies with them. Today, my mother was really tired and finally fell asleep.
Mother is sitting and sleeping. She just got off the night shift from the train and worked continuously for more than ten hours. She was really tired and her head hung down. I can't see her loving face, but she still holds a book on how to educate children. Under the light, her original black hair, somehow, showed so much white, which made people feel distressed. I have an inexplicable feeling in my heart. It seems that even the space in the room is full of maternal love, from My Sweetie to My Sweetie. ...
I want to take this book to my mother. My movements were very careful and gentle, for fear of hurting my mother, but she still woke up. She smiled at me, stood up from the bed and complained to herself, "I'm really old, and soon I fell asleep, really …" I felt a hot unidentified object running down my cheeks silently. At the temperature of maternal love, tears will also become warm and hot. I made my mother's bed that day. This is the first time. I think she must have slept soundly.
Her love is my guardian angel, silently waiting for me, silently. The fading in the dark is the best testimony.
Cooking for women
My mother travels a lot, so I have to take care of myself. I cook, and it tastes terrible. I seldom spend time shopping in the market, so I seldom have a decent meal at home. Mom's train left home in the afternoon instead, and she was happy to tell me. She was very happy, for nothing but to cook a delicious meal for me before she left. Time is too late to eat. Always cook a table of dishes every time, and leave in a hurry without taking a bite. But I don't think so. I always thought there was food on the train, and she would eat it. Until this day, listening to the distressed words of grandma and aunt, my newborn heart was shaking. Mom, who was in a hurry, only cooked me a steaming delicious meal before going on a business trip. But where is my mother when I enjoy the food to my heart's content? She just chewed a few steamed buns, sent them with boiling water and swallowed them hard.
When I got home, I sat in front of a table full of my favorite meals, and my mind kept thinking about how my mother was busy cooking for me. And how to swallow the unpalatable dry steamed bread down your throat. Somehow, I can't swallow food at all. At this time, I remembered what my mother said before she left: "Wenwen, I am really sorry for you." My mother has never taken care of you since she was a child. " Remember to eat when you are at home! "Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer. I burst into tears ...
Her love is my guardian angel, silently waiting for me, silently. That delicious meal, those repeated words, is the best testimony.
Deep down, I often feel the existence of a kind of love inexplicably. That kind of love will not pass with time, that kind of love will always protect me and keep me away from the ends of the earth. I finally understand that the name of that kind of love is: maternal love. ...
Postscript:
A baby is coming. God said to him, "among all the angels, I have chosen one for you. She will wait for you, take care of you and become your guardian angel forever." "
The child asked, "Please tell me, will I be happy again?"
God: "Yes, because of her, you will be happy forever!" " "
The child was a little anxious: "What's my angel's name, please?"
God replied, "the name of your guardian angel is not that important." You can simply call her-'Mom'. "