Mother's Day English Composition: The Taste of Motherly Love

Love contains many flavors. A mother's various tastes for her children will make them learn to be strong, tolerant and enjoy all the beautiful things.

We grew up crying babies. Who hasn't experienced a sad thing? One day, a math problem stumped me. My mother tried her best to explain it to me, but I still looked confused. Mom said, "Just like you, you still get the first place in the exam?" I think I'd better forget it! "This sentence hurts my self-esteem. I pulled myself together, exhausted my brain cells and thought hard, and finally solved the problem. Mom was more excited than me when she saw it. In this matter, my mother taught me to be patient and energetic in an ironic way. This is a taste of maternal love-acid!

We grew up from crying babies. Who hasn't experienced anything sad? One day, I was overwhelmed by a math problem and took my mother all the way to explain it to me. I was still at a loss. Mother said, "You still won the first prize? I can forget it! "This hurt my self-esteem, I cheer up, think hard for your brain cells, and finally solve the problem. My mother was more excited than me. My mother taught me patience in a sarcastic way in this matter. This is a taste of love-acid!

Sweetness is another taste of maternal love: it is gentle, just like the spring breeze blowing grass. When my mother took me to travel to Yunnan, my heart was full of pride. I really want to shout proudly to my classmates: "Look, I have been to the south of my motherland!" " "When my mother was sick on the way to the hospital behind my back, I was like a chicken under the warm wings of a hen. At this time, I felt that my mother lit me up like a bright lamp. This is the "sweet" taste of maternal love, which makes me know how to enjoy and be grateful.

Sweetness is another flavor of love: it is gentle, just like the spring breeze blowing through the grass on the lawn. When my mother took me to travel to Yunnan, my heart was full of pride. I really wanted to shout proudly to my classmates, "Look, I have been to the south of our country!" " When my mother was holding me sick on the way to the hospital, I was like a chicken under the warm wings of a hen. At this point, I feel that my mother is like a lamp that illuminates me. This is the "sweet" taste of love, which makes me understand enjoyment and gratitude.

Motherly love also has a taste, and that is "bitterness". Grandma has a piece of land. Grandpa wants to grow some vegetables. My mother asked me for help in order to train my viability. After working all afternoon, my waist and legs ache. But my mother was not at all soft-hearted, saying, "When we were young, we did everything, pulling weeds, hoeing fields and harvesting wheat. At home, we have to help adults cook and feed pigs. I want you to learn more life skills! " I calm down and think it over. I think this is also an expression of love. This kind of love made me understand "responsibility" and "survival".

Love is a kind of taste, and that is "bitterness". Grandma has a piece of land, grandpa wants to grow some vegetables, and my mother asks me for help in order to cultivate my viability. I've been doing it all afternoon, and my waist and legs are sore and sour. But my mother was not at all soft-hearted. She also said, "When we were young, we did weeding, hoeing and growing wheat, and we had to help adults cook and raise pigs at home. I want you to learn more about the power of life! " I calm down and think about it carefully. I think this is an expression of love. This kind of love made me understand "responsibility" and "survival".

Finally, there is a kind of exciting love-spicy. When I was a child, my mother made me play the piano, and my tears were like broken beads. Even so, my mother made up her mind and forced me to practice again and again. This is how I was pushed to the ninth grade of electronic piano by this "spicy" education, which taught me tenacity and patience.

Finally, there is an exciting love-spicy. When I was a child, my mother forced me to play the piano, and my tears were like broken beads. Nevertheless, my mother was determined and forced me to practice again and again. I pushed this "hot" education to the ninth grade of electronic piano, which taught me perseverance and patience.

The feelings expressed by the four flavors of maternal love condense the mother's love for us and contain ardent hopes for us. We should cherish this precious taste, be grateful for maternal love and thank the great mother!

The four flavors and emotions of love, the condensation of our mother of love, contain ardent hopes for us. We should cherish this precious taste, be grateful for maternal love and thank the great mother!