Motherly love composition 700 words and 5 articles

There is a kind of love, silent, only seeking to pay, not seeking return; There is a kind of love, meticulous, gestures, no mistakes. Yes, that's the greatest maternal love in the world. The following is my composition about maternal love, welcome to read.

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Motherly love, what a touching word; Motherly love, what a great emotion!

May 12, a shocking day. On that day, a big earthquake happened in Sichuan Province. It was this earthquake that caused great losses to Sichuan compatriots?

After the earthquake, many touching things made me understand my mother's heart clearly? Maternal love? Profound

At noon on May 13, rescuers found a dead mother? She knelt on her knees and supported her body with her hands, just to protect her 3 or 4-month-old child. After the child was rescued, the rescue team found a mobile phone from the child's quilt. The phone screen says: Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you. ? The doctor who was used to seeing where you were going shed tears at that moment.

Seeing this touching thing, I also cried! This is the first time I have cried so sadly, this is the first time I have cried for someone else's mother, and this is the first time I have cried my eyes out! Almost every time I think about it, I burst into tears. Will others be sad to know about it? Is it regret? Or what? I think most people are like me, with tears on their faces and blood in their hearts!

How pitiful that child is! She lost her mother only three or four months after she was born. Her last maternal love was in the earthquake and under the ruins! But how happy she is! Her mother gave her all the love of her life at a critical moment and gave her a second life!

What an ordinary and great mother! When the disaster suddenly came, she did not hesitate to resist the ruthless cement slate with her thin body. I seem to see her bending down, freeing her right hand and firmly pressing the font full of love and sadness?

What is this? This is maternal love! It is this great maternal love that makes us cry; It is this indestructible maternal love that creates the miracle of life; It is this selfless dedication and unrequited maternal love that gives us the confidence to forge ahead!

Let us always remember our mother, remember what her mother has done for us, and remember her selfless maternal love!

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? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? ? This poem not only shows the mother's concern for her children, but also praises her greatness. Yes, a mother takes care of her children in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring takes care of the grass. How can I forget?

My mother is a primary school teacher. She has soft long curly hair, a pair of big eyes shining with wisdom under her eyebrows, a small nose and a small mouth. This is my mother.

There is one thing that I still remember. One noon, my mother was busy in the kitchen. I was so surprised that I couldn't help asking my mother: Mom, what are you going to eat today? Mom replied without looking up:? Sweet and sour perch. ? As soon as I heard about eating fish, I was driven by curiosity. Because I have never eaten fish head since I was a child, my mother always divides the fish into two parts every time I eat it. The fish head is eaten by mother, and the fish body is enjoyed by my father and me! With wishful thinking in my heart, I plan to secretly eat a little while my mother is not paying attention to see if it is particularly delicious. Haha, God help me. Mom went back to her room to rest, so she shouldn't come out now. I crept into the kitchen. Oh, a bass is lying quietly on the plate. I can't wait to go over and pick up the fish head with my hand and stuff it in my mouth. My face has changed. I think the fish head is delicious, but there is no meat in the fish head, it's all fishbones. At this moment, it dawned on me. Mother kept the bad and dangerous things for herself, and gave the good ones to herself selflessly. Mothers all over the world do this. I secretly decided in my mind: I must let my mother eat fish in the future, and I can't patronize myself?

Finally, I want to send a poem to all mothers in the world: mother, you are a big tree, I am a grass, and you have covered a shade for me; Mom, you are the lake, I am the fish in the lake, and you provide me with a broad space for activities; Mother, you are a stove, providing me with warmth; Mom, you are an envelope full of encouragement to me; Mother, you are a paving stone, sacrificing everything for your children; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine in winter, a cotton-padded coat on a wanderer, and a refreshing sweetness.

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Who took good care of you when you were sick? Who gave you gentle comfort when you were sad? Who gave you warm greetings when you were cold and helpless? Is our next of kin. Mom.

I used to be very young, but now I'm grown up, so I know? Mom? The difficulty of this role. Although I am one year old now, I still remember when I was six years old. Whenever I think of it, it always seems to happen yesterday.

I was in poor health that winter, so my mother made a plan for me to go cycling every morning this winter. At first, I was very happy. Later, I couldn't hold on, because it was very cold. One day, I refused to get up, and my mother repeatedly urged me to ride a bike, but I still hid under the covers. I thought, I'm not that stupid. I don't want such a warm bed, but I have to choose to ride a bike against the biting cold wind. Mom couldn't hear anything, so she came to my house. When I pushed the door, I saw that I was still huddled under the bed, and I was at sixes and sevens, picking me up like a chicken. I had to get dressed, wash my face and rinse my mouth, and then begged my mother, Mommy, I don't want to ride a bike today. ?

? No ? Mom firmly said that from beginning to end, things are not anticlimactic, only three minutes of heat. ? I have to bite the bullet and go cycling. While riding, I blame my mother: what is this, mom? Let me go cycling in such cold weather. ? I rode much faster than before because I was angry. In a short time. I felt very warm, so I rode happily for several times. I didn't go upstairs with my mother happily until my mother asked me to eat. As I walked, I said, Mom, please let me ride for a while! ? Mother proudly said:? Have you tasted the sweetness? Ride again tomorrow! ?

In this way, after a winter vacation, my body is much better than before. Now, it's not my mother who wakes me up, but I urge my mother to get up.

Do you remember that song? Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. If I throw it into my mother's arms, happiness is indispensable in the lyrics of this song, and I feel it the most.

Every time I comb my mother's hair, I find that her mother has fuzzy white hair. I know this is worrying. Every time after school, my mother will stand at the door and wait for me. From that anxious look, I knew it was worry. Like this every time?

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Today is Mother's Day. On this special festival, I watched the microfilm of the trilogy of Dependence, Persistence and Companionship. The film tells? Mother and son, husband and wife, father and daughter? The stories of the three most ordinary people convey simple and selfless love? Affection, let me deeply moved, one of the most touching is "relying on".

The film "Trust" tells the story of a busy son who took time to visit his old mother. Mother cooked her son's favorite dish, and just started eating it, and his son had to leave for work reasons. The son watched his mother silently pick up his clothes and send him to the village entrance. That country road records all the good memories of mother and son's growth. When the car was driving, my son suddenly found in the rearview mirror that his mother was in pain, inconvenient to walk and time was running out. Her mother is old and needs her own company. He couldn't bear it, so he got off the bus and ran to find his mother? Seeing this scene, I was deeply moved by this mother-child love, which made me think: the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body; She sewed carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home; Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? At the same time, it reminds me of something I experienced personally.

I remember one night, soon after my mother came back from the night shift, she found that I had a stomachache and a high fever. My father was on a business trip, so she had to drag me to the hospital with her tired body. On the way to the hospital, it suddenly rained heavily. My mother was afraid that my illness would get worse after I got caught in the rain, so she took off her clothes and put them on for me? I tossed about all night and got better the next day, but my mother was exhausted, but she still insisted on taking care of me. Just like in movies, maternal love is the greatest and the most selfless. Under the warm and solid care of my mother, I grew sturdily, and my mother grew old day by day, in exchange for my growth.

All mothers are the same. They don't expect their children to succeed. They just want to feed and clothe their children. Their hard work is only to make us suffer less setbacks in life. In the film, the son was naughty when he was a child, and his mother was his support on the road to growth. It was not until I finally saw the old and weak figure of my mother's death that I found myself the ultimate reliance of my mother. So we should start from now, start from small things, and care and take care of our families as much as possible.

Finally, I want to say to all my children: Go home often, spend more time with your parents and give the most precious things to the people you love the most!

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Motherly love is one of the greatest feelings. It falls on our hearts like a drizzle in spring. Although silent, it nourishes the seedlings of life. It is like the sunshine in summer, spreading its light openly in our longing for warmth.

Warm embrace, it is more like a hard shield, protecting my side.

I remember last winter, on a cold day, it snowed heavily and the earth was covered with silver. I came home from school at noon, and my stomach was growling with hunger. I thought to myself: It's snowing so hard outside that my mother can't ride a bike well and won't come back at noon. Why don't I make do with some cookies myself, I was thinking? Bang bang bang, someone knocked at the door. When I opened the door, it turned out that my mother had come back. Her coat is covered with snowflakes. I asked in surprise. Mom, how can you bring back such heavy snow? Mom said:? Are you in a hurry? Are you hungry? Never mind, I'm not hungry. That won't do. Come on, let me make you something to eat. ? So my mother put on an apron and walked quickly to the kitchen. In the sound of brushing and cooking, the attractive smell of food floated into the kitchen.

Blink of an eye, my mother brought delicious food to the table, and I ate it with relish. My mother smiled when she watched me eat so delicious. Mom just picked up chopsticks. Where's the clock on the wall? What time? There was a loud noise. She looked up and said to herself. It's 12: 30. It's snowing. It's slippery. I have to go. I picked up a steamed bread, put it in a lunch box, put it in a bag, put on my coat and told me: You should have a good meal. Is it time to get well? . As he spoke, he pushed open the door and went out.

I looked out through the frozen glass window. My mother is pushing the car forward in a hurry, and the wind is flying behind her with snowflakes. I looked at my mother's back and remembered a poem? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? My mother described in this poem that she always worked hard for her children and shed her life's blood and sweat. No matter how hard she worked, she paid silently and exchanged her youth for the happiness and happiness of her children.

Mom, I love you. You are the person who cares about me most in the world. I will repay your selfless love with practical actions.