Junior two composition: maternal love

In life, work and study, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here is my second grade composition: Motherly love, for reference only, welcome to read.

Motherly love 1 mom, you are like a spring breeze blowing me and soothing my soul. You are no longer young, you have fine wrinkles on your face, and your hair is dyed white. However, you are still my mother, the best mother! Is my favorite mother!

My mother is of medium height and overweight, with shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face. She has short hair and modest eyes under her pale eyebrows. Her mother's oval face doesn't look very beautiful. However, my mother is the most beautiful in my mind.

People!

My mother is a very amiable person. When I do something wrong, she won't scold me, but tell me how to correct it. In my mind, she is a very good mother and I love her very much.

Mom said the first sentence I learned was "mom".

She smiled beautifully, like a ray of sweet spring flowing into my heart, which made me feel very sweet.

Every morning, it is my mother's gentle voice that wakes me up from my sleep, sends me to school, and then reluctantly leaves. My mother gave me life, and my mother's love can never be returned. I just want to say one thing: "Dear Mom, you will always be my favorite person!" " "

Motherly love is selfless dedication, and no amount of money can buy it. Everything my mother does is for our own good. Do you also feel your mother's love for you?

Motherly love 2 What is the most common love in the world? It's maternal love. Because she is tiny, maybe it's just a little gesture, maybe it's just a faint reminder, maybe it's just that the umbrella leans slightly to your side when it rains, maybe it's just to remind you to be careful on the road before going to school … and what is the greatest love in the world? It's also maternal love. Because she is always by your side, she never leaves you, no matter how many years, she has always been by your side. Is this something that ordinary love can do?

I am an ordinary third-grade pupil, and I also have the most common and greatest love in the world. My mother cooks breakfast for me early every morning. She gets up early and gluttonously eats until dark, just to give Tintin a good learning environment. When I made a mistake, she also found her own reasons first, criticized me euphemistically and helped me correct my mistake.

At all times and in all countries, there are countless ancient poems and famous sayings praising maternal love. Meng Jiao wrote in Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. " The loving mother sewed clothes for her runaway son with a needle and thread in her hand. In this poem, the mother's love becomes a dress that is mended in the mother's hand. Small as it is, why isn't that dress the warmest on her son?

Hugo said, "A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? " Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." ..... Why do so many celebrities praise their mothers? This is because mothers have a unique love in the world-maternal love.

Ji Bolun said: "The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is' Mom', and the most beautiful call is' Mom'."

Yes, maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Let's cherish it and let it grow with me!

Three years of maternal love has flown by, and several years have passed quietly in an instant like running water. However, mom, your heartfelt silent love and gratitude to not fade away.

It seems that I went back to that afternoon a few years ago, and my mother was taking me home by bike. In a blink of an eye, the clear sky darkened and a terrible black cloud rolled in the distant horizon. They cover the whole sky from time to time, wander back and forth arrogantly, cover the only sunshine with extraordinary efforts, and occasionally make a sharp roar, bringing torrential rain.

Seeing that the sky had changed, my mother immediately dragged me under the eaves of an old shop to avoid the rain. The door of the shop was locked and the heavy lock was seriously corroded. We huddled under the narrow eaves, trying to shelter from the wind and rain.

I stood close to the wall, the cold concrete wall and the rain on my face made me tremble, and then a chill flowed all over my body.

Just as I bit my lip and tried to bow my head to avoid the blow of the wind and rain, a figure suddenly flashed in front of me, and the intensity of the wind and the cold of the rain stopped immediately. I looked up and it was mom! The wind and rain are still relentless, but with my mother's protection, I no longer seem to be afraid of the weather. My mother stood in front of me like a tree without saying a word, but my heart was full of warmth and gratitude. Grateful for that silent standing, but also grateful for that silent maternal love.

Soon, the sky cleared up, and the sun was inlaid in the sky like a gem, shining with golden light. I stood quietly in the sun, feeling the light of my mother's love.

Maternal love is the most sincere love, the most selfless love, the greatest love and the most eternal love ... After that, I have a deeper understanding of maternal love.

Once this autumn, it rained for several days. I brought an umbrella to school that morning, but I accidentally broke it when I was with my classmates after class. It rained cats and dogs after school, and my umbrella was broken and could not be used. Unable to find my parents, my classmates and I took off our clothes as hats and ran home in the heavy rain. As a result, my clothes got wet, so I changed my clothes and began to do my homework.

Mom picked me up from our school, but she didn't find me. She ran to the classroom again and looked around. Anxious mother called home and hurried home knowing that I had arrived home. When she saw the wet clothes I put aside, she touched my head and asked sadly, "Bao Xiao, the clothes are wet. Are you cold? " Can't catch a cold! "I said," no, I've changed my clothes. " Mother took my wet clothes upstairs to wash them.

As soon as I finished my homework, I quietly went upstairs to see what my mother was doing. I saw my mother constantly changing and drying clothes for me, touching my joints from time to time and sometimes moving my neck; I remember getting wet almost every day when it rained these days. My mother must be afraid that I have nothing to change. My mother used to exercise her neck because she had cervical spondylosis these days. I looked at my mother and held back my tears. My mother hangs clothes, but her legs are numb. I ran to help my mother sit in the chair. My mother asked me to put my clothes in the closet. When I put them away, I remembered why my mother touched my joints. It was because my mother fell on her joint when she wrestled the day before yesterday, and my tears flowed involuntarily.

Motherly love is selfless and great. Motherly love is like a bright lamp, which always illuminates my heart!

Mother's love is the first teacher in life, and mother's love is more important than Mount Tai. I have a kind, simple and helpful mother who will never forget her love for me.

When I was in primary school, one day, suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, thunder and lightning flashed, and it rained cats and dogs. I am standing at the door of the classroom in a hurry, ah! Mother came to give me my raincoat. My mother took me home and my clothes were all wet, as if they had just been washed.

At home, my mother is the most strict with me and always takes care of me. She encouraged me when I did good deeds. When I do something wrong, she will teach me a lesson, accuse me and often hit me.

Whenever I do something wrong, she gives me a good lesson and asks me if I can correct it. After the training, she will educate me and tell me what to do when this happens.

My mother is a helpful person. Not long ago, there was a beggar. His mother saw his poor appearance and gave him a warm steamed bun. The beggar was moved to say "thank you". At this time, my mother taught me to be helpful, to help others when they are in trouble, and to lend a helping hand when others are in trouble.

Maternal love is the greatest in the world. My mother is the first teacher in my life, and her love is more important than Mount Tai-I thank my mother.

Composition of the second day of junior high school: Motherly love 6 "The silk in spring is woven to death, and the candle and tears are exhausted every night", a famous sentence that has never been sung, seems to me to be the most suitable match for maternal love. Each of us started from the development of fertilized eggs until we could maintain our lives, and our mother has been paying silently. Perhaps some people think that the famous saying that "spring silkworms will weave until they die" is unreasonable and should be changed to "spring silkworms are exhausted until they die." However, pupae become silkworms, so don't they spin silk without going through this stage? No, of course not, because maternal love is so great. Mom is the "omnipotent hand" of the family, and nothing can be let go. Even her life-sustaining blood and flesh can be shared with us. What is impossible? What could be greater than this?

Now, although we are not as disobedient and regarded as "willful children" as when we were children, the sweat and hard work that our mother injected into us never stopped for a second, and our hearts will not calm down until she is buried. But if we believe that there are three junior high schools, won't she worry about us in heaven?

Maternal love, more than everything, more than everything, she is like a big hand, holding us forever. When we encounter difficulties, maternal love is reflected here; When we forget ourselves, maternal love is reflected here; When we open our eyes in the morning, maternal love is reflected here; while ..

Motherly love 7 The most ordinary person in the world is the mother, and the greatest person in the world is the mother. There is no word in the world that can fully describe a mother's love for her children. The articles are long and short. There is an end, but there is no end to maternal love, which runs through our life.

There are many ways to express maternal love, such as a simple sentence. An action. Smile ... in these details, deep or shallow. Light or heavy, it is full of love. As long as you chew carefully, you will taste the taste of love sooner or later. In life, maternal love always shocks our hearts with small things.

In my life, I have also experienced maternal love. One summer I had a high fever and my mother took me to the hospital. When I got home, my condition still didn't improve. I lay motionless in bed, and my mother sat next to me, constantly fanning me. Tell me to drink more water; When eating, she also fed me spoonfuls. At this moment, I feel a kind of warmth, a kind of maternal warmth.

Yes! Motherly love is like a text full of countless passwords, which needs us to decipher with a grateful heart. Read it. Let's go and see her calluses. Rough and chapped hands! When you walk into your mother, you will smell a smell of love. Maternal love is still great, and it is sensitive and tenacious. It is like an eternal lamp, and its tenacity can surpass nature. Any substance is sometimes even infinite. Only with the support of this love can we make progress.

Motherly love, the purest, most selfless and greatest love in the world, always surrounds each of us, allowing us to live a carefree life in the ocean of love!

Motherly love 8 If life is a journey, then mother is the rail under the wheel. No matter how many misunderstandings, grievances and burdens you bear, you still bear silently, say nothing and never complain. This is my mother, my great mother!

I remember that I was only a pupil in the third grade of primary school that year. It was a winter afternoon and I came home from school. It's raining heavily outside. When I went upstairs, I somehow felt top-heavy. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back. Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and was too excited to speak.

In fact, in the process of our growth, maternal love is endless, accompanied by strong maternal love. Mother is the charcoal fire in winter, the shade in summer, the stepping stone in turbulent flow and the beacon light in foggy sea, so we should learn to love our mother, study hard and honor our heartbroken mother.

The second day of Lanshan Middle School in Lanshan Town, Suining County, Xuzhou City, Jiangsu Province: Lian

Composition of the second day of junior high school: Motherly love 9 When singing the song "Only a mother is good in the world", I always feel that I don't know my mother.

I am already a middle school student, but at that moment, I felt like flying a kite in my mother's hand. No matter how you fly, you can't fly out of your mother's palm.

Once, I saw my mother shouting, my daughter is up, let's play basketball, or it will be late. I dressed quickly and brushed my teeth. At this time, my mother and I came to the stadium. My mother picked up the racket and hit it a few times and said,' Come on, daughter, I'll teach you how to hit it. My mother threw the ball to me, and I took it a few times like my mother, but I couldn't throw it. My mother taught me by hand, but I still can't throw it. My mother accidentally hurt her foot, and she also practiced with me. After a long time, I threw it away and my mother smiled proudly. I feel very happy to be my mother's kite.

I still remember last winter. Every time I come to the table, I always see my favorite kimchi. My mother doesn't like kimchi, but she knows I like kimchi and made me several bottles. She sat at the table honestly, hoping to gorge herself before seeing me. However, my current appetite can't satisfy my mother. Mother was annoyed, chanting:' Then use your brain, how to eat? Eat more. You have lost weight. Didn't I make you a bottle of kimchi? I said,' I'm full, you eat. In order not to worry my mother, I wolfed it down and my mother smiled proudly. Kimchi is full of maternal love, and I am really happy.

I finally understand that maternal love is the greatest. Giving her more care and less worry about us is the best and reward for her.

Junior two composition: maternal love 10 In the world, the widest is not the desert or the sea, but maternal love; The longest is not a river, nor history, but maternal love. -Inscription.

Motherly love, like the cloudless sky in Wan Li, hangs over me at any time and can be seen everywhere.

It was a cloudy morning, and my mother sent me to the exam by bike. Suddenly, the rain fell mercilessly on the world. My mother quickly stopped the car and gave me the only poncho. "Put it on." Clean words, can hear the tone of the command. Say that finish, she rode forward and never looked back. My heart thumped. When I reacted to say thank you, I was left with a slim figure struggling in the rain.

When I came to the examination room and got off to go in, suddenly a voice came to me, "Jiajia, you can do it, come on!" That voice is very magnetic. I turned around and happened to meet one of her refueling gestures, and my heart suddenly seemed to be filled with something.

During the exam, that sentence, that gesture, that action kept echoing in my mind, as well as those bloodshot and loving eyes. Soon, I finished the topic, put down my pen, and saw the clear sky in Wan Li, with a hint of white in the blue sky. Is that the color of maternal love?

After ringing the bell, I quickly walked out of the examination room, looked up at the sky and felt the taste of maternal love. I thought that maternal love is as vast as the sky, which can be seen all the time and felt everywhere. Motherly love is like a cloudless sky in Wan Li. Without a trace of impurities, it embraces and cares for everything with its endless body.

"What are you looking at?" A familiar voice came from my ear, "Oh, I'm looking at your loving heart."

Junior two composition: Motherly love 1 1 There are many kinds of love around us in time. Some love meticulous, some love heavy, some love gentle drizzle, some love vigorous. Motherly love is the sun in spring, shining everything; Motherly love is an air conditioner in summer, which regulates our mood; Motherly love is an autumn breeze, which makes waves in our hearts; Motherly love is the ice and snow in winter, which melts our souls unconsciously.

I remember such a little thing: on Sunday, I finished my homework and packed my schoolbag, but I didn't know there was a piece of paper floating in the corner. As a result, I was annoyed when I went to class the next morning and couldn't find the paper. While "regretting" that I was careless and didn't check it again, I was "angry" by what the teacher in the next class said. Anxious, I took my pen out of my pencil case and turned it around. I came across a small note. It says: The schoolbag has not been checked again. I don't know if the paper fell in the corner, but it was caught in your math book. Be careful in the future. I was overjoyed when I saw it. I quickly dug out the math book and it was in it. While I was happy, I was overwhelmed by a warm current.

What is shocking is not necessarily an earth-shattering event. Sometimes, a look, a gesture, a word … is often more shocking.

Maternal love is higher than the sky, deeper than the sea and thicker than the earth. In the poet Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, there is a saying, "Only an inch of grass has a little affection, and three rays of spring scenery are appreciated." Indeed, like grass, we cannot repay our mother's kindness. Grandma Bing Xin once said: Mom, you are a lotus leaf, I am a lotus flower, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shadow under my naked sky?

A mother's love for her children is more precious and brilliant than the brightest star.

Senior two composition: Motherly love 12 Motherly love is like water, which gives me deep tenderness and makes me often intoxicated in the long river of maternal love. Motherly love is like water, sometimes it flows quietly, and sometimes it advances rapidly.

Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. How many celebrities and great men have praised it? Although maternal love is very common in our hearts, without it, we are like a weed and don't know what the greatest love is. I love my mother, flowing in my heart like water.

When I was frustrated and my vision was blurred, it was my mother who enlightened me and found me a bright light on the road of life to guide me forward. Let our eyes be full of confidence again. Then my mother turned into a river, flowing quietly.

Motherly love, like water, has cultivated my patience endlessly, making me have my own goals like her, being successful like my mother, and being extremely patient with anyone and anything.

When I do something wrong, the long river of maternal love is accelerated by anger. At this time, I am so sad. I really shouldn't do that. I regret it. I regret it. I didn't go back to do it again until I did it right. At this time, I saw the mother river become clear and transparent, and I also showed a happy smile.

When I was lonely, I sat alone on the bank of my mother river and had a heart-to-heart talk with her. And after every chat, besides being comfortable, I also gained something different-the truth of being a man. So I will be happy to do what I want to do and forget the loneliness just now. Keep smiling at life.

When I am successful in my studies, listen, my mother silently applauds me in my heart. Encourage me to continue to succeed.

Motherly love is like water, lingering, inspiring me, enlightening me and leading me to the light.

Second grade composition: Mother's love 13 Mother's Day is coming. How can I thank my mother?

Buy a jewelry for mom, no, this gift is too expensive, but mom won't like it, and besides, it doesn't have that much money.

What should I give my mother? How can we embody the atmosphere of Mother's Day? By the way, I immediately thought of a good idea. Isn't the mid-term exam coming soon? I studied hard, got a good grade for my mother and gave it to her as a gift to thank her for raising me.

But this can't just be said and done. You can't be a giant in words or a dwarf in action.

Therefore, I will take the time to review, and I will do well in the exam. I didn't play my favorite basketball in order to give my mother this gift. Every Saturday morning, there is almost no time to play computer games. I'm afraid I can't keep up with my studies and fail the exam. I'm afraid my mother will be disappointed in me. I'm not good at studying in class. Can I do that? My brain keeps spinning.

In life, don't forget to have fun in reviewing. Of course, I am grateful to my mother for helping her with some housework. I will continue my back pain, although there is no reward.

As time goes by, the exam is getting closer and closer. Although I am nervous, I try my best to do what I can. I have also carefully checked the things that I can't sit on, fearing that I will leave them in front of me.

I still turned this wish into a kind of motivation. Work hard and realize your wishes. Although the exam is over, I'm looking forward to my good grades.

Finally, say a happy mother's day!

Junior two composition: Motherly love 14 None of the children can make my mother worry, and I didn't let my mother worry less. Since birth, I have been very weak and often sick, which makes my mother very sad. Whenever I am sick, my mother is always busy, looking for medicine, touching my forehead and changing my handkerchief. When eating, my mother carefully prepared meals for me and brought them to my bedside. She helped me up and sat down slowly, carefully picked up the food and sent it to my mouth, watched me swallow it, and finally wiped my mouth. Mother cleaned up the dishes and helped me lie down. At that moment, I felt great maternal love. What is maternal love? Motherly love is a silk quilt on a winter night. When you are trembling, you will be taken care of so that you can dream with peace of mind.

As time went on, I grew up gradually. When children grow up, they naturally have their own ideas, and they are no longer their mother's "little tail". I learned to quarrel with my mother and talk back. I remember arguing with my mother about something that day. I haven't talked to my mother all day. When I sleep in the middle of the night, I feel cold in a daze, but suddenly I feel warm. I opened my eyes and saw my mother tucking me in. Mother covered me with a quilt and stuffed a corner of it in. At this time, a warm current surged from the soles of your feet. Touch speech

In front of me, I touched my face and walked out of the bedroom. But my mother looked back at me the moment she went out. My nose was sour, and tears poured out like a flood, opening the floodgate. At this time, I felt the selflessness of maternal love. What is maternal love? Motherly love means that no matter what a child has done wrong, he still gives selflessly and asks for nothing in return.

Oh, maternal love! The truest, purest, most selfless and greatest love in the world! What is this? No one can tell, but maternal love is the most eternal love, always with you and me.

Junior two composition: maternal love 15 What is maternal love? For me, maternal love is a very profound book, and I can't read it. Toya said I don't understand.

Whenever I talk about the topic of "maternal love", I always think of sending an umbrella in the rain, sending me to the hospital in the middle of the night, whispering softly, and doting on me in every way … In fact, I want to be proud to say that my mother will send me an umbrella in the rain and send me to the hospital in the middle of the night when I am sick, and treat me gently, just like you. However, I have never enjoyed such treatment. What does maternal love mean to me? I have never reflected my heart like all kinds of ordinary warm pictures in the world. Looking back now, I just feel very warm and moved.

A few weeks ago, my mother was very busy. She always talked vaguely to me, either "Oh" or ignored me. During dinner, I kept talking to her and asking her questions. She slapped chopsticks angrily on the table, almost biting her teeth and popping out the words "I'm busy"! I snorted coldly and bowed my head to eat. The dinner was surprisingly quiet, except for the collision of chopsticks and bowls, which was the chewing sound. Because I concentrated on eating, I finished eating quickly. At the moment I got up, I heard her gentle and flat tone, and the words "I'm sorry" were introduced to my ears. I paused, quickly took the key and went downstairs for a walk. The moment I closed the door, I burst into tears.

Everyone is not a person who easily expresses his inner feelings. In life, he won't say "thank you", "sorry" and "I love you", but only care and understand each other.

Say you don't care about me, but still wake me up silently and send me to school; Said he wouldn't care about my "life or death", but he always paid attention to my study. ...

Maternal love is not easy to interpret, so it should be a profound philosophical book, right? I don't understand. But I know that I should say "Happy Mother's Day, I love you" to her loudly on Mother's Day.