Zanqing's mother's composition, sixth grade, second volume

Mother's love is a selfless force. It falls on our hearts like the showers in spring. Although it is silent, it moistens the seedlings of life.

All the glory and pride in the world come from mother's love, which is sacred. It sometimes gives us strength in our most difficult times. From the moment we are born, people. Happily into the embrace of maternal love, a sense of pride in being masters of the country reverberates in my chest. When maternal love takes off, I dedicate a loving childlike heart.

Maternal love is a cradle to cultivate myself, and it is a folk song that sings unity and spreads civilization. Motherly love is a monument, which engraves the past and enlightens the future ...

Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I am your brick, tile and stone. With my tiny body, I will build your loftiness. If you are a flag, I am a silk thread belonging to you, embroidering a shining star for you with my youth; If you are a garden, I am a little flower, a grass and a green leaf belonging to you. I am willing to silently exhaust my efforts and spit out wisps of fenfen.

"the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home, but how much love has the inch-long grass, won three spring rays." We can only repay our kindness to our mother with love and filial piety. Filial piety to our mother is the duty of being a human being, and finally we will take what people often say as "October". Farewell to the great maternal love, but I finally said loudly, "I love you, and I love your broad mind more.

Maternal love is like water:

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

Maternal 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 calmly, and sometimes it advances rapidly.

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

It is when I am frustrated and my eyes are blurred. Find a beacon for me on the road of life, guide me forward, and make my eyes full of confidence again.

Then my mother turned into a river, flowing quietly.

Mother's love, like water, has cultivated my patience endlessly, making me have my own goals like her, and success in everything like my mother, making me extremely patient with anyone and anything. The long river of maternal love was accelerated by anger. At this moment, I was so sad. I really shouldn't have done that. I regretted it. I did it again until I did it right. At this moment, I saw that the mother river became clear and transparent, and I also showed a happy smile.

When I was lonely, I sat alone on the bank of the mother river and had a heart-to-heart talk with her. After every chat, I only. There are different gains-the truth of being a man. So I will happily do what I am going to do, forget the loneliness just now, and continue to smile at life.

When I succeed in my studies, listen, my mother is silently applauding me in my heart, encouraging me to continue my success.

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

Motherly love is silent:

I have heard two stories about my mother.

One happened between a wanderer and his mother. The wanderer left his hometown after visiting relatives, and his mother took him to the station. At the station, the carrying belt of his son's travel bag was suddenly squeezed. Seeing that it was time to leave, the mother quickly took off her belt and wrapped up her son's trip. When taking off her belt, she took off her belt. Her face turned red. My son asked his mother how to get home, and her mother said, Never mind, walk slowly.

For many years, my son has kept his mother's waistband with him. For many years, my son has been thinking about how his mother got home several miles away without it.

Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of visiting the prison, two old mothers from poor mountainous areas. The old mother took out the sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds have been fried, and the old mother has eaten them all. Without the skin, the glistening flowers are like many birds' tongues.

The son who was serving a sentence took this pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. The mother was speechless and lifted her skirt to wipe her eyes. She visited her son all the way, sold her eggs and piglets, and how much money did she have to save to make up for the trip? In the evening, I ate melon seeds under kerosene lamps. When I put them together, I saw that they increased little by little like a hill, and none of them were willing to eat by myself.

More than ten kilograms of melon seeds lit up many nights.

The son who served his sentence hung his head. As a strong young man, it was time to support his mother, but he could not. Among all the people who visited the prison, his mother's clothes were the most ragged. Contains thousands of words. My son "plopped" down on his knees to his mother, and he repented.

Once, my friend of the same age complained to me about my mother, saying that she was uneducated and ignorant, and that she could do nothing but nag. So I told him these two stories. After listening to them, his eyes were hazy and he was speechless for a long time.

Mother's heart:

This "strange man" was never allowed to go to her bed, so her wife, who had been sleeping with her for 5 years, had to sleep in the living room. Then grandma went out one day and disappeared. Finally, with the help of the police station, the family finally got her back. It turned out that grandma was bent on finding her childhood home, but she refused to admit that her present home had anything to do with her.

After coaxing and cheating, she finally persuaded her to stay. Grandma forgot her nephews and nieces who had been brought up by herself since childhood, thinking that they were a group of wild children who came to rob her of food. She beat them with crutches and protected her job with one hand: "Go away, don't eat my food." This made the whole family laugh and cry.

Fortunately, Grandma still knew someone-a friend's mother, and remembered that she was her own daughter. Every time she saw her, she would smile on her face. -even Maomao's daughter has graduated from college.

The family is sure of this point of Grandma's. If she wants to talk back to her home in the future, she will threaten her: "If you make trouble again, Mao Mao won't want you." Grandma will immediately calm down.

One year on National Day, when she came to a distant guest, her friend's mother personally cooked a family dinner and entertained the guests. At the dinner table, Grandma had a very strange action. It's like a child who is going to steal candy. Finally, it is judged that no one is paying attention to her. Grandma puts a big chopstick dish in her pocket under the eyes of the public. Both the host and the guest are frightened to disgrace, but they pretend not to see each other. Only Grandma herself seems to think that she is doing very cleverly and secretly, with a cheerful smile. The meal was ... really difficult.

At the end- Just came out of the kitchen, asked the guests "have you eaten yet", and picked some leftovers from the plate. At this moment, Grandma shot up, grabbed her daughter's hand and tugged at her hard. Her daughter got up inexplicably and had to follow her.

Grandma pulled her daughter to the door all the way, blocking everyone's line of sight with her body warily, and then fished in her pocket and held the food just hidden inside with a smile. I specially left it for you. You eat it, you eat it. "

My daughter held that pile of various, mixed and squeezed dishes in her hands. For a long time, she looked up quietly in wait for a while and saw her mother's smiling face. She suddenly cried.

The disease cut off all the connections between her grandmother and the world, making her forget all the connections in her life, all the dear ones, and However, it is the mother's heart that will never die. < P > Mother's work: < P > I once read an article about the mother's "salary". The article described the famous "edelman Financial Service Organization" after careful thinking, calculation and evaluation, and reached the conclusion that if the mother's work is changed to pay someone to do it for her, then the children will pay as much as 635 thousand dollars a year. Mother's salary is enough to compare with that of the president of a big company.

In fact, even if it is 6, dollars, as American writer Crittenden said, not many children can afford it.

Motherhood is a job, a hard-working and unrewarding job.

Motherly love is a detail, as long as we pay attention to it everywhere: a cup of fragrant milk in the morning is maternal love, and a warm coat in winter is maternal love. A reminder before going out is maternal love ...

Mothers do these jobs with lifelong love and enthusiasm, and they never tire of it. However, we often ignore the hardships of these jobs and only give a casual glance to our hardworking mothers.

For me, my mother is gentle and strict.

When I am sick, my mother always takes care of me. My mother always reminds me to put on more clothes and be careful to catch cold and get sick.

When my exam results are not satisfactory, my mother always comforts me carefully: "It doesn't matter, there will be another time."

At this time, my mother is gentle.

When I make mistakes, my mother always severely reprimands me, making me bow my head and admit my mistake, and repent and turn over a new leaf.

When I am greedy. My mother's strictness has made me gradually distinguish right from wrong and form good habits.

My mother is the first mentor in my life, and also a close friend who accompanied me to grow up happily.

So I said: Motherly love is a light rain on a spring night, which comes gently, goes quietly and moistens things silently; Motherly love is the sunshine in March, which is quietly dedicated and paid. Although it is as light as a feather, it is as heavy as Mount Tai.

If you are a ship, your mother is a warm harbor. If you were a kite, your mother would be a light spool.

My mother is the greatest job, and she will always be praised and praised ...

My mother:

My mother is ordinary, does not belong to intellectuals, and has no enviable face, but she has given me careful teaching and sincere care, which has enabled me to grow up healthily.

Dad quickly asked, "Really?" Grandma interjected: "Nonsense!" I also parrot-learned: "Nonsense!"

It's not that my mother didn't hit me, but every time she didn't give me a heavy hand, she just put on an act.

However, I was often scarred, because I was too skinny, and even though I couldn't walk, I often turned out of my cradle. At this time, my mother would feel sorry for herself.

Gradually, when I grew up, my mother seemed to be more and more fierce. Remember that children didn't want to. My mother didn't give me face, which made me very embarrassed and embarrassed the children. In fact, this move seems to be very effective, and I hardly make a mistake twice.

Since then, my mother has been named a "tyrant" among the children.

But my mother is very patient and frugal. She never eats leftovers and even drinks soup. She is in good health. It used to be because there was no medicine at home, but now it's because of disgust and fear of side effects of medicine. My father doesn't like taking medicine either, so I haven't been transfused since I was a child.

My health can't be achieved without my mother's superb cooking skills. My mother's cooking skills are comparable to those of a chef. When making silk, she must cut it herself and never wipe it with a mold. She said that the dishes she wiped out tasted bad.

My mother never used a washing machine to wash clothes, even in winter. The family condition is not good, so she washes with cold water, so her hands are always red and swollen. Even now, she doesn't believe that the clothes washed by the washing machine can be cleaner than those washed by her hands. My father and I often laugh at her stubbornness, but she turns a blind eye and remains the same.

My mother taught me a lot: she taught me to be strong, not to cry when things happen, and to think of ways; She corrected my faults and made me gradually form good habits; She also taught me to treat others with peace, and not to remember other people's faults, which would hurt myself and others even more ...

I don't remember my mother telling me "I love you", but all her actions told me that she loved my family and loved me very much. In her eyes, I was the only one and always the most important.

This is my mother, an ordinary one. I said, "I'll go with you!" Mother said cheerfully, "OK, OK, you can go and buy whatever you say."

To get to the food market, you need to walk a sidewalk and then cross a road. It is the off-duty time, and cars are coming and going in the street, and the endless stream of people are in a hurry. As I get older, my mother's legs look very awkward. She is carrying a vegetable basket and talking about parents' problems while walking next to me.

Cross the road, and you will find the food market. My mother suddenly stopped. She slung the food basket in her arms, freed her right hand, and extended it to me ...

In an instant, my heart trembled: What a familiar gesture!

When I was in primary school, I had to cross a road every day to get to school. My mother was working in a packaging factory. The school was in the east of the city and the factory was in the west. My mother was worried that something would happen to me. See me off every day and walk me across the road before turning back to work. When crossing the road, she always reaches out to me with her right hand, holds my little hand in her palm and leads me across the road. Then she leans down and tells me over and over again, "Don't cross the road if there is a car coming" and "Cross the road with others" ...

More than 2 years have passed, and the little hand of the past has grown into a pair of big hands of a man. In the past, the young mother was wrinkled and her fingers were thin, but she was still so skillful in holding hands. She suffered a lot in her life and suffered a lot, all of which were swept away by her hair, but she could never erase her love for her son.

Instead of handing her hand, I reached out and took the basket from her arms with one hand and held it in my hand. The other hand gently held her hand and said to her, "When I was a child,