Who taught me to write a composition about maternal love? About 800 words.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.

I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says it will rain today ... uh-huh ... you'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.

In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother and took my umbrella with me this morning. Only now did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. It is impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that we have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, the bell rang, and I slowly packed my bag. I walked to the window and listened, but I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some of the students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain, shouting: The feeling of being caught in the rain is really cool! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents are not coming anyway. I squeezed out the "parent wall" and continued to fly in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe a handful of rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "This familiar voice sounds a little weak, and it rings in my ear again." Mom! " "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped in a hurry. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, take the umbrella away quickly." I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had already been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that my mother's face is getting paler and paler, holding her cold hand, and I only feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky. Motherly love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood. When it comes to "mom's concern", we have to talk about mom learning to cook.

Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to eat for my health, so she had to bite the bullet and learn to cook. Since then, as long as there are colleagues who can cook in books and TV programs related to cooking, my mother has never let go. I was distressed to see my mother's delicate hands cut and burned, but my mother refused to give up. As the saying goes, many things grind. My mother can not only cook now, but also often make some nutritious food suitable for children, which attracts all the children in the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner. But behind these, only I know best what my mother did!

Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor. ...