The first maternal love composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are six maternal love compositions I have compiled for you. Welcome everyone to learn from them, I hope it will help you.

The first day of maternal love composition 1 maternal love is like a tree, which gives us shade; Motherly love is like an umbrella, which helps us to shelter from the wind and rain; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through the difficulties. Maternal love is the greatest and most selfless love in the world.

My father is a laid-off worker and my mother works in a processing factory. Our family's income basically depends on my mother, so my mother goes out early and comes back late every day, which is very hard and hard.

It was a day of winter vacation this year. It's getting cold, but my mother is wearing thin clothes. When my mother comes back, she can't help sneezing occasionally. Hearing this, the father advised his mother, "It's cold. Buy a cotton-padded coat! " "I know that my mother has been very frugal and refused to buy it to save money for my future school. But after repeated persuasion by my father and me, my mother finally agreed. But when my mother came home after shopping, to my father's surprise, my mother bought me a new schoolbag and a high-grade pencil case. It turns out that my mother passed a stationery store when she went to buy clothes. Considering that my schoolbag is very old, I don't buy clothes. With the money to buy clothes, I chose a new schoolbag and a high-grade pencil case I dreamed of. I still wear that thin coat to work. The winter has come, the wind is biting outside and the snow is falling heavily. That's how my mother spent it. This also deeply touched me: I must study hard in the future and repay my mother when I grow up.

Another night, I caught a cold and had a high fever because the quilt was not well covered. My mother found me sweating and touched my head again. Without saying anything, she put on her clothes, wrapped me and ran quickly to the hospital. On the icy road, my mother braved the cold snow and gasped. I came to the hospital and saw snowflakes on my mother's hair and eyebrows. I think my mother's hands must be frozen stiff ... finally, my body recovered under my mother's care, but my mother was ill.

The song "Only a mother is good in the world" is absolutely true. Motherly love is not only a great flame, but also a great force, escorting me.

Years passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, I became a mature teenager; Mother's black hair is mixed with a few silver threads. Mom, she will always occupy the softest place in my heart, and I am willing to love her all my life; Motherly love, it allows me to ask for and enjoy at will, but I don't ask you for anything in return.

At dusk, I walked down the street like a headless fly, and I was really in a bad mood. I saw an old banyan tree that was neither tall nor short, with dense leaves. I climbed the tree and hid in the dense bushes. Disturbed by the surrounding leaves, I remembered a fragment in a story: a little boy quarreled with his mother and ran out because of anger. The owner of the roadside wonton shop gave him some wonton to satisfy his hunger. The little boy thanked him and said that his mother was not as good as the owner of the wonton shop. The owner of the wonton shop said to the little boy earnestly, son, how can you say that about your mother? Your mother raised you with great pains since childhood. I don't know how hard you have worked. How could you do that? The little boy was so ashamed that he unconsciously shed tears.

Yes! When the grace of dripping water returns in spring, we will smile at strangers, but we will speak ill of our mother. The advertisement once wrote: A little boy carries water and washes his feet for his mother, but in real life, how many children can do it? We often turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, and always feel that she is too nagging or angry because of some trivial things. But have we ever thought about it? Who is mom nagging about? Mom is nagging for us! Shouldn't we be more grateful to our mother for her care and help?

Mother is pure as jade; As delicate as an ivory carving class. The life watered by maternal love is full of pure beauty and fragrance. We should all listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, sincerely face her demands on ourselves and feel her sunny inner world.

Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Mom, I want to say to you: Mom, I love you forever!

A drop of rain can nourish the earth, a beam of sunlight can illuminate the darkness, and a green leaf can hold up the red flowers. Rain can nourish the earth because it knows it is needed here; The reason why sunlight can illuminate the darkness is because of the faith in its heart; The reason why the green leaf can hold up the safflower is because it firmly believes that it will make the safflower more beautiful.

Motherly love is the rain that deeply moistens our hearts. From birth, talking, walking to school, rain is undoubtedly the hard sweat of my mother. She watered us with sweat and made some progress. Even if she can't get a return, she has no regrets and strives to realize her own value. She gave us all her great youth, but she is a little old.

Motherly love is the sunshine that deeply warms our young hearts. Every time we encounter difficulties, it is the warm sunshine that takes us out of adversity and encourages us to move on. From small to large, no matter what you do, it is "not enough, more than enough." But when I am most distressed, there is always such a pair of hands to dry my tears; There is no blame in those eyes, but an expression of encouragement.

Motherly love is a green leaf that lifts me up. I believe that there would be no flowers without green leaves, and there would be no us without mom. She worked hard to cultivate us and dedicated her youth to us: from childish to mature, from ignorant to sensible ... We are constantly changing, constantly showing ourselves, and constantly striving to realize our dreams in the ruthlessness of the years, but the years have left traces on our mother's head.

Mother is the rain that waters us, the sunshine that shines on us, and the green leaves that adorn us. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I believe that what she waters, shines and adorns us today will be her pride tomorrow.

The seventieth day after the son was born, yes, it is the seventieth day. I will never forget this day. That day, I gave my in-laws and husband an unprecedented roar: "Go! Go away! " They were really shocked by my roar and left my room one by one. Even the picky mother-in-law dared not say anything and went out quietly.

I remember that the weather was very bad that day, and the northwest wind kept blowing. There was a big hive fire in the low hut where we lived, and no one wanted to go out and do something. When it was getting dark, my son burst into tears. Although I have only been with my son for 70 days, these 70 days have made me clearly understand that my son's crying is different from the past. He used to cry, sometimes because he was hungry, sometimes because he was thirsty, and sometimes he just spoiled ... but this time, he screamed at the top of his lungs, tore his heart out and cried for help in pain. If it weren't for the pain in any part of his body, he wouldn't cry loudly, so worried, so painful, and there wouldn't be so many tears. My heart twisted with the child's cry, colic, tearing, bleeding, holding him, checking if something stuck me, thinking about how to go to the hospital to find a doctor. At that time, traffic was very underdeveloped. It's five or six miles from my home to the town hospital. At that time of darkness, there was no traffic at all. We need an ambulance, but there is no telephone to contact. Let my husband take us to the hospital by bike. It's cold and windy, so we can't take the bus. After a long time, the child's crying continued. Just when I was in a hurry and didn't know what to do, my parents-in-law and husband rushed over, all wanting to see the children and know what had happened. Watching them eagerly rummaging through the children and listening to their harsh cries, I actually misunderstood their behavior and thought that they would make my children worse and more painful. So, I grabbed the child, held it tightly in my arms and shouted, "Go! Go away! " Then, I cried helplessly with my child in my arms.

Now that I think about it, I don't blame my mother-in-law and father-in-law. At that time, they were also drowned by the child's crying, and I can't blame my husband. He has been spoiled by his mother-in-law and father-in-law What did he experience in this battle? Only when they heard my roar did they calm down and know what to do. At that time, I didn't think about anything, but was driven by instinct, holding the child tightly and crying, as if my arms could save the child, as if my roar could alleviate his pain, as if my shouts could also beg God to bless him safely. Yes, maternal love is primitive and natural, that is, no one needs to go to church. Mothers certainly protect their children.

My parents are farmers, have no education, and have a hard life. I always thought that they could not express their feelings, did not know how to love their children, and did not have a soft heart. However, they have simple ideas and selfless and unreserved dedication to their children. That year, when I decided to buy a house, my mother took out all their savings and all the income of that year, including the spare money for selling chestnuts after autumn. She warned me not to pay it back. I don't know if I can do it, too. When my son needs me, he will give everything without hesitation. Maybe I can't do what my parents do. I can't measure how much I love my son, and I don't know if I can really give everything for him. However, when he was born, he really felt the dedication-the dedication of life and the dedication of love. When he was three years old, another thing happened, which made me feel alive and dead with him again.

At that time, our family was just established, so it can be said that it was not established at all. Because my husband and I have a "no congratulations on your wedding" and a home with no place to live-when colleagues in the dormitory of the other unit are not there, we will sleep in a single bed secretly (we are married, but only secretly, for fear of being laughed at). Later, when we had children, we also had a "warm cabin"-an unused toilet in the unit.

Our cabin is on the fourth floor. At the corner of the fourth and third floors, there is a big window as wide as the corridor. Ventilation is always on, and many people are worried about the danger. Because students often look down from there, if they are not careful, the consequences will be unimaginable. Every time I go with my son, I have to tell him: you should listen to your mother, don't go near, don't bow your head, and the disobedient child will fall. If you fall, your eyes won't move. At that time, my son's understanding of death was that my eyes would not move and I could only be strong. Later, for the sake of safety, the school added iron guardrails to the windows of the corridor and strengthened them, but the hidden dangers were not absolutely ruled out.

One day after school, I took my son back from kindergarten and put him in the corridor to play with toys. I talk to my son while washing clothes, while waiting for my husband to come back and cook together. When I finished washing clothes and went to the window of the house to dry them, I suddenly heard a loud noise, and at the same time my son let out a childish scream, and there was no sound. My heart thumped and I thought, it's over, my son has fallen ... he fell and I died. I can't live without my son. I have no face to live in this world without a son. I can't take good care of my children. How can I see my husband? I want to go down with him ... my heart hurts, I throw away my clothes and run to the window at the corner of the stairs. I vaguely remember that the teachers removed the iron guardrail when cleaning the glass in the afternoon. They must have forgotten to pretend when they left, and their son fell. What a coincidence that my son went there. Why don't I look at him? You can wash clothes at any time. Why this time? I ran wildly while thinking. Running near, my son didn't fall and was pressed under the iron guardrail. I don't know where I got such great strength, so I immediately lifted the iron guardrail and picked up my son. He was safe in my arms, but he cried with a "wow". I also cried, rubbing his smashed head with my hand to comfort him. I have a feeling of being restored and dying.

Motherly love On the first day of your growth "journey", there is a kind of love praised by the world, and there is a kind of love that can make people feel the warmth it brings all the time-this kind of love is maternal love.

No one in the world really loves you, except mom. ...

That's my story in primary school:

That day, a ray of sunshine shone on my face. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my watch. Just in time. I'm going to school in forty minutes. I immediately got dressed and took a shower ... I came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. ...

My mother gets up at about four or five o'clock every day. In order to prepare meals for me-including at noon-when I take meals to school-she is not afraid that I will eat badly.

Today is as usual ... but somehow, my mother has been staring at the contents of the pot ... as if something "terrible" had just happened.

I walked quickly to the front: "Mom, what are you looking at?" "ah? Oh, is the son up yet? I didn't read it, just burned the porridge. " "It's burnt!" I'm a little angry. "Isn't it good at ordinary times? Hey today? " "Mom will do something else for you right away!" Mom was a little anxious, afraid that I would not eat well, so she quickly said that her hand was still "blind" ...

"When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother, she is the partner when she fails. " This is a true saying, which makes us deeply feel the greatness of maternal love.

When I was in middle school, when I came home from school, the street lamps around me all released "laser swords". With the street lamp "rising", the moon also came out. It gave off a "thin" light and tied a "lace" on the top of the tree by the side of the road ... I saw a black car flying by to see it. My mother and I drove me home.

Because today is Friday, I have an idea "Yeah! Go home and play computer again! " I was thinking about the scene of playing games, but I was called "Exam again?" Beat the idea to pieces.

"... er ... um ... yes ... I'm a little ..." "How many points?" "It's a little low. Oh, I got seven points ... seventy ... two." My mother was very angry and taught me a long lesson: when driving, walking, at home ... there were scolding voices everywhere: "Can you learn like this?" How to pick up and drop off in class like other students? Why can't you keep up? ……"

Although my mother sometimes scolds me, it's all for my own good. Maybe it's "hating iron and not turning into steel".

This is my mother. Mother's love for us comes from her full love for us, just like a dazzling sun, shining forever. So I want to say to my mother, "Mom! I love you forever! "

What is maternal love? This is a simple and complicated question. I think maternal love is a rainbow on a sunny day after rain, dazzling; Motherly love is the sunshine in the cold winter, which is extremely warm; Motherly love is a flower that smiles at you in spring. It is full of smiles.

Hey, who's that busy walking around? Take a closer look. Oh, it's mom. My mother always delivers meals to my sister at noon every day. That's because my sister has to go to work, which is remote and far from home, so my mother sends her meals every day. Whether it is winter or summer. She insisted on it. I think this is a sign of my mother's love.

It was a hot day, and my mother and I went to deliver food together. My mother rides a bike and I sit behind her. I went to bask in the sun with an umbrella, but the sun still refused to stop. It ordered its descendants to launch a powerful attack on us, but it goes without saying that the weak umbrella that basks in the sun can resist the terrible sun. We are already sweating, and I want to give up. I can see that my mother still insists on doing this every day. I only deliver meals once. Is it too ambitious to give up like this? We all persisted.

In this way, after n hours, n minutes and n seconds, my mother and I finally reached our destination. It's not easy to come here! It's as difficult as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. I thought I was liberated when I saw my sister, but I still want to go home. Oh, I'm going to "burn in flames" again.

They all laughed when they left.

I think my mother is smiling for my sister, for me and for myself. Sisters should be like this!

From then on, I went to deliver meals with my mother every day, that's all. No matter what the weather is like, I will deliver the meal. Every time I sit behind my mother, I look back at the footprints left by the car below. It looks like a route from a distance. I think this is the running line of love!

I know what maternal love is. This is just a small move, but my mother has paid a lot of sweat for it. We should cherish her love for us and cherish it. ...