Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.
Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?
The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.
Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath.
Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she rushed to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad.
Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet.
But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.
Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back.
Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."
When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"
I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...
I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She used her life's hard work to get everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, I am qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"I did it.
My mother has small eyes and short hair. Not too high. According to my mother, it was because my family was poor and had to do heavy work when I was a child, so my mother was not tall. A pair of rough hands-working hard for the family. My mother is very nagging. I know it's good for me, but I don't want her to nag like that. I will take care of myself. Several times I went to school without breakfast, and my mother severely criticized me. My mother made breakfast for me. Once, the weather was not very cold, just a little chilly. No one's parents came to send clothes, but my mother came to send clothes to me and told me repeatedly. At this time, I said impatiently, "Our classmates' parents didn't send clothes, so you don't have to wear them when you come and it's not very cold? "At this time, my mother would say," It's their business if they don't send it. If they freeze it for a long time, they will catch a cold. "I looked at my mother's firm face and was speechless. When the class was over, the students talked about it one after another. I was embarrassed when I was not sensible, but not now. My mother is strict with me not only in life, but also in study. I remember a holiday and I wanted to enjoy it. But my mother is "singing against me", and the homework assigned by the teacher should be completed as soon as possible. She also bought summer homework, kept a diary and checked it every day. If you find that you haven't finished it, you are forbidden to play computer for five days, watch TV for a few days and go out to play. Unfinished things must be done well, and it is forbidden to play computer or watch computer. Not only that, but also report the results of each test and exam to her. I used to treat my mother badly. I have changed my attitude towards my mother since that incident. It was an afternoon, and I was going to play football. My mother told me not to take off my vest before I left, or I would catch a cold. I answered casually, but I turned a deaf ear to my mother's words. It was too hot when I played football, so I took off my vest. I feel dizzy when I sleep at night. My mother seems to think something happened. She immediately got up and went to my room to see how uncomfortable it was for me to kick the quilt. She immediately touched my head and found that it was a fever. Without a word, take me to the hospital at once. At this time, it was already past 3: 00 in the morning, and it was very warm to lie on my mother's back on the road. I went to the hospital for a long time, and when I woke up, I saw my mother beside me. It turned out that she was always by my side. I looked at the temple on my mother's head, and there seemed to be a few more "silver lines". I can't help feeling ashamed when I think about this. How many orphans in the world have not received maternal love, but I don't cherish it so much. This moment reminds me of the song "Only a mother is good in the world". I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I was wrong. I am proud to have you as a good mother. "
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Interviewee: Chen Ling.