Motherly love is brilliant sunshine, even in cold winter, it can make you feel the breath of spring; Motherly love is a trickle, even if the soul is covered with dust, it can make you clear; Maternal love is a leafy tree. Even if it sticks to its home after many years, it is willing to support a green shade for you.
In the silent night, the cold north wind roared and the moon shone dimly on the boundless earth. But in a humble hut, there is still a glimmer of light: Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed, and she will leave her mother for Beijing to catch the exam tomorrow morning.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao vaguely saw his old mother sewing worn-out clothes for him with rough hands. Ruthless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the faint flame could not stand the cold wind and went out with a sigh. Mother sighed, took the flint, and bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes.
Ruthless winds hit the hut again and again, and my mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it until late at night-unconsciously, the moon put away its last light and the sun rose. When she came to the yard, Meng Jiao packed her things and was ready to go. 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 ups and downs and go far away. Looking at his mother who was saying goodbye in the distance, Meng Jiao was deeply moved, so he began to write "Wandering Son", which was passed down through the ages.
I don't remember when it happened. It was a hot day, and there was a sudden power outage at home. I am lying in bed with an electric fan and ready to sleep, but I am not prepared for this sudden power failure, and I can't sleep over and over in bed.
My mother saw it, brought me a fan, held me in her arms, and fanned her fan while telling me stories until I fell asleep. Love is in the fan. Love is not only in my mother's nagging, but also in my model. My mother's love for me is everywhere. Send me to school on rainy days and give me a cup of hot milk ... but how much love does that inch-long grass have? I was rewarded with three spring flowers. My mother's love is so long and delicate!