Maternal love narration

Motherly love, an immortal topic, is an eternal hymn. If this idea is extended to other lives to interpret this great and sacred, kind and selfless word, what kind of shock and impact will you feel inside. The following are eight maternal love narratives I have compiled. Welcome to read!

Chapter 1: Motherly love, like a warm river, carries my life boat and slowly sails to the other side of maturity. Motherly love is indispensable in my life journey, so we should cherish the time with our parents and cherish that love!

Motherly love is not all gentle like water, but also severe love.

Once, I went to visit my relatives. Because I was rude and did something I thought was "insignificant". As a result, when I got home, my mother quarreled with me over such a trivial matter. Mother sat on the sofa seriously and said, "Qiqi, come here!" " "This deep voice makes me very timid. I stretched my face tightly and walked slowly to my mother. "Stop! ""My mother said that I love you very much, but it doesn't mean that I don't criticize you. If you make a little mistake, my mother can forgive you, but no manners can forgive you! " "Then he criticized me endlessly, and I was going to interrupt the retort, but what my mother said hit me like a bullet. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I said loudly, "Go ahead, I'm fed up with your harsh words!" " I shouted, blushing, and then walked away. Mom stood awkwardly. What I just said must have hurt her deeply. Her face was full of surprise and disappointment, and there were tears in her eyes. You can see that she is trying to hold back her tears. At that time, I thought to myself: does mom not love me anymore? Thinking about it, four words came to mind: "Mom, you are bad! " "

However, as I grow older, I grow up and know my mother's love for me. Although I have grown up and understood, my mother is old. Whenever my mother worries about me, my eyebrows twist into a knot, and there are ripples like water waves on my smooth forehead, one, one, two, three ... clearly visible. At this time, I can't wait to touch my mother hard.

Mom, I want to tell you at this time that even if everything in the world disappears, your love for me will not fade, because your love can cross all obstacles and reach my young heart.

I hope the students cherish this love, which is priceless. Don't quarrel with your parents because of a trivial matter, and don't be angry with your parents because they criticize you. In fact, this is all love. Without this love, you will have nothing, so come and repay your parents with actions and those who love you with love!

Chapter two: Motherly love "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son;" She sewed carefully, patched it thoroughly, and was slow in meaning. "Spring cicada died, and every night the candles and tears were exhausted." China's 5,000-year history and culture described the great oath of maternal love, and there were countless poems. The human heart is not as hard as stone, nor as ruthless as ice for thousands of years. There will always be times when you are moved. When I was a child, wherever I went, I would stay in the same place and fly far away to find my ideal mother, always with my blessing.

Dare to ask heaven, as children, can we return her love to them? In fact, a very simple truth is in front of people. Love cannot be repaid by any language, nor can it be summarized by any language. It is boundless, like the sky, like the turbulent and deep sea, like the towering mountains, like the fragrant flowers floating from the boundless sea of flowers, and that figure is always worrying.

We can bloom beautifully in the perfect youth season. Our youthful faces are facing the distant lights, and it is not others who give us everything, but our ordinary mother. Our healthy body comes from my mother's body 16 years ago. The knowledge we have is the money earned by my mother's hard work and sweat, which sends us to school. The love we have is that my mother has paid their selfless love in infinite days. Once upon a time, she also had a happy youth like us. Once, she had a perfect ideal. Once, she also had a healthy body. Now, she pinned all this on us and pinned her hopes on it.

I used to be a person who hurt my mother. I don't understand her love, always quarreling with her, cold war.

My mother used to go to school late at night to send me Chinese medicine, just because I called her and cried that I had a stomachache, and because I had a literary performance in the early morning, she got up early in the morning to make breakfast and rode me to make it up.

I once complained that my mother didn't buy me new clothes and schoolbags, and I was picky about food and didn't eat. In fact, my mother always leaves me the best food, but I never pay attention to it.

Chapter III: Mother is a troubled guzheng. When you are depressed, when the elegant melody rings, your eyes turn green immediately; Mother is a breeze in frustration. When you are afraid of being sad, I will wipe away your anxious sweat and tidy up your messy thoughts. Mother is a sad friend of the same age. Talking to you when you are upset and desperate will make you feel very comfortable.

The sun is scorching the earth, and there are several white clouds floating in the air, without a trace of wind. I was in this huge steamer, suddenly I felt weak and broke out in a cold sweat from time to time, as if there were countless ants crawling on me, which was very uncomfortable.

Being unwell, the teacher called my parents and asked them to pick me up at school. After about ten minutes, the figure of my mother riding a bicycle is getting closer and closer. It was not until she stopped that I clearly found that I was sweating, panting, exhausted and out of breath. Sweat rolled down her face. He asked me worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you better now? Does it hurt? His series of questions eased my pain a little, and she took me into the car again and rode hard. I don't know how long it took, but we are home.

My mother opened the door, put down my schoolbag and let me lie in bed. Then my mother brought me a cup of hot water and some honey. After mixing, she took me to my room and helped me up slowly. His movements are as light as holding a balloon, for fear of breaking it. My mother tasted it with a spoon first, then blew it, and then sent honey water to my mouth. I took a bite. It seems that this sweetness is not honey itself, but my mother's deep love for me. Suddenly, a warm current flooded all over my body, and I couldn't help crying. I haven't rested since my mother came to pick me up. I suggested that she take a rest. She always said perfunctorily, "It doesn't matter, mom is not tired. Go to sleep and scream first! " My mother gently put me down again, tucked me in the corner of the quilt, and the warm current came to my mind again.

This incident was still in the third grade of primary school, but it was deeply rooted in my mind like a tree root, which made me remember it vividly. People often say that the kindness of dripping water is rewarded with a gushing spring, not to mention giving birth to us and raising our mother. Yes! Maternal love is like the sea, and deep maternal love is unparalleled.

Chapter four: Motherly love is like a slowly flowing river, bringing clarity, holiness, selfless dedication and spring-like warmth. ...

My mother is a farmer, and she smells like a farmer. She is busy day and night for this family, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, working in the fields and even supervising our homework, but she never complains. Just doing a few housework, I feel that I have paid a lot. Standing in front of a simple, kind and hardworking mother, selfish me is like a boat in the universe.

I remember once, I had a fever, but I was too worried about my mother to carry me to the village clinic in the middle of the night. Because there was no doctor on duty in the rural clinic at night, my mother carried me ten miles to the town health center. There was no one on duty in the health center in the town, and my mother cried and didn't know how to comfort her. There are too many examples of this kind of life. Life makes all our children experience or feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's encouraging words always linger in my ears, and the warmth of maternal love ripples in my heart. I thank my mother for her lighthouse-like guidance, which gave me great strength and infinite courage, and made me get up from where I fell, face the long road confidently and walk step by step. Somehow, I have grown up, but the distance between my mother and me is getting farther and farther, as if there is an invisible wall between us. When I was a child, I was intimate with my mother, talking and laughing ... these seem to have left me and disappeared in the clouds. I began to neglect my mother's care, tired of her nagging, and even didn't want to be bound and restricted by her. I am willful, and I always foolishly think that I have grown up and become great, and I can't stand it anymore. Where's mom? Still maintained her deep concern and love for me. There are many differences between my mother and me, which is probably the so-called generation gap! Arguing with my mother has long been a common occurrence. Although it's my fault, I won't willingly say "I'm sorry" in front of my mother, so my mother gave in to me. I often say things that hurt my mother, but she must be bleeding for my "stupid" daughter's words.

In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale, and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this my mother's old age? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, and I regretted it. ...

I thought deeply about the dark night sky for a long time. Mother's love is like a vast sea, like a vast universe, boundless. Like a rushing river, it never stops. Because maternal love is boundless, my mother, at this moment, my daughter has a lot to say to you. ...

Chapter 5: Motherly love "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " "Mother" is the most beautiful, sincere, selfless and greatest word in the world. However, how many people really know her? How many people really know her? How many people really saw her deep and rich love?

It rained heavily that day. In the classroom, I looked out of the window. It was already dark. There are dark clouds in the sky, not lightning, which make the books on the table white. I really want to finish class soon. I think you are already standing downstairs, looking up at this window of our class.

Finally, the bell rang silently and I rushed downstairs. Sure enough, your familiar figure is holding an umbrella and waiting for me silently in the rain. You greeted me with a smile. In the warmth, I accidentally found your left hand covering your stomach, and your smiling face was a little pale. "What's the matter, Mom?" "I have some pain in my stomach. I may have caught a cold. "

The rain is still raining aimlessly, and the raindrops fall into the stagnant water, naughtily drawing all kinds of beautiful patterns, but at the moment I have no mood to appreciate it. In the misty rain, your figure is still waiting there.

I suddenly feel that at this time, you are a loving mother waiting for the return of the wanderer, and I am a wanderer who has accepted your thousands of loves but let you fuck through your heart.

Another quiet night. It's dark. The moon in the sky looks particularly round and beautiful. Bright moonlight shines on the books on the table through the window. It's quiet all around. It's already eleven o'clock. "Ah, I finally finished reading it." I turned off the light and stretched myself. When I opened the door, I found my mother still sitting on the sofa. "Mom, are you still awake?" "Oh, I want you to cut some fruit for you after reading the book. I haven't eaten fruit all day. I'm afraid I'll go in and disturb you. " In the light, I saw some bloodshot in your eyes, such a trivial thing. You did it very carefully.

Careful care when you are sick, patient encouragement when you fail, sincere comfort when you are sad ... too much time you have to care and pay, too much worry. You are my crutch, my lighthouse and my sunshine. ...

It is you who sewed your care for me with the needle and thread in your hand. It is you, with needles and thread, who accompany me to grow step by step and accompany me through this long and full of joys and sorrows.

It turns out that the thread in the hands of the loving mother sews not only the clothes on the wanderer, but also the deep and rich love that can shake the sky and the earth, and has always accompanied the wanderer.

Chapter 6: Motherly love grows up, and I get a lot of care. With the passage of time, many worries fade away in my memory. However, one person's love is deeply engraved in my memory and will never be forgotten. That's my mother's meticulous care.

One winter morning, I was about to go to school. My mother took out a cotton-padded jacket from the cupboard and came up to me and said, "Son, put this cotton-padded jacket on. It's very cold outside, so be careful to catch cold. " As soon as she finished speaking, she went to work. I looked at this cotton-padded jacket and thought: it's not that cold outside, there's no need to wear such a thick cotton-padded jacket, let alone how ugly it is to walk like a penguin. Maybe my classmates will laugh at me! I went to the window and looked out. My mother has gone to work, so I am secretly pleased. I didn't want to wear this cotton-padded jacket, so I went to school happily. "

Walking on the way to school, the wind blew harder and harder, making me tremble. I came to the classroom, sat in my seat, rubbed my cold hands, and thought, if only I had listened to my mother, I really regret it.

After school, I saw my mother coming to me on a motorcycle in the distance. I was shivering, and I was afraid that my mother would blame me. Who knows, as soon as my mother stopped the car, she quickly held me in her arms, rubbed my hand and asked me if I was cold, without blaming me at all. Mother also took off her cotton-padded jacket, put it on me, and took off her gloves for me to put on. I got on the bus and my mother drove me home despite the cold wind. At this time, I felt a warm current flowing into my heart, carrying people and falling in love with the car, and it was warm all the way.

Along the way, I wore my mother's cotton-padded jacket and gloves, and I felt that the whole world had become extremely warm. No matter how the cold wind blows on me, I don't feel cold. However, I wore my mother's cotton-padded jacket, and my mother must be extremely cold. I put my arm around my mother's waist and said, "Is mom still cold?" My mother said to me, "It's not cold. In fact, my mother is not cold at all. " I listened to my mother's tone of voice. I knew that my mother must be very cold, but why didn't she say anything? When I got home, my mother asked me, "Are you still cold?" I replied, "Thank you, Mom, I'm not cold." Mother said, "That's good. I hope you are not cold. " As soon as mother finished speaking, she went to the kitchen to cook. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I silently thanked my mother, who would rather be cold for herself.

Motherly love is ordinary and great. When I grow up, I must repay my mother for raising me. composition

Chapter VII: Motherly love Some people say, "Motherly love is selfless". Yes, it's a ray of sunshine that inspires your inner warmth. Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures us to thrive.

During the summer vacation, I saw a touching true story. This story is about a poor family. My father died of illness, and my mother was in the late stage of rheumatism and could not farm. My son was admitted to a key high school, but he had no money to go to school. My son wanted to quit school to help his mother, but his mother slapped him in the face. In order to let her son go to school, the mother goes out to beg every day at dark and doesn't come back until dark. Rice was sent to school. The school refused many times because the food was too miscellaneous. Later, the principal knew the truth and wanted to help him raise money, but the mother refused and begged to keep it a secret for fear that her son's self-esteem would be hurt. Later, her son was admitted to Tsinghua with 627 points. On the day of seeing off the graduates, the school moved several bags of rice that his mother wanted to come to the rostrum.

For the sake of her son, the mother endured the pain of going out early and returning late every day to beg for food, fearing that her son's self-esteem would be hurt when he knew it. What selfless love!

From this, I thought of my mother, and now life is good, and there is no shortage of food and clothing. My mother gave up the good job that many people in the county dreamed of for a higher starting point, and moved her family to Kaifeng to accompany me to school. Think about it, isn't this a kind of selfless love? In fact, there are many trivial things in life that my mother cares about me with selfless love, but I just don't know it. I remember one time, I didn't want to go to class because the teacher criticized me after class. While smoothing her chest, my mother put down the phone and called the teacher. My mother made a point of giving me a job, but I just won't go. At that time, my mother's face was so ugly that I could see that she was about to cry. I just didn't understand it at that time, and now I regret it very much. My stubbornness hurts my maternal love. Another time, the homework assigned by the teacher was to help my mother do some housework. After a few minutes, I said I was tired and didn't want to do it. My mother took the tool from me and continued to do it. I was shocked to see my mother doing housework seriously. I'm tired after only talking for a while. Where's my mother? She works so hard every day and does housework after work without any regrets. Isn't she tired? These trivial things are too many and too insignificant, but they are deep love!

In life, our mother loves us countless times. We all do, but we don't realize it. Sometimes we think mom is annoying. We have to say one thing several times, but when we think about it, it is mother's selfless love. The missed love will never come back, but we need to observe and experience it carefully in the future. In fact, a mother's love for her children is innate. This love is stored in her blood. As long as a child's heart opens a hole as big as a needle, it will flow like a spring ... as long as life exists, love will continue.

Chapter 8: Motherly love once said a clear sentence, which deeply moved me: "Mother is the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. " So, what is maternal love?

Motherly love is the fire in winter, which makes me feel warm; Motherly love is a compass in the journey, guiding me; Motherly love is the golden key to life, which opens the door to happiness for me. In short, there is happiness when there is maternal love, which is the greatest love in the world.

Motherly love is reflected in every little thing. I vaguely remember that when I was a child, my mother often took my hand to school, which made me feel the warmth of home. On the way to school, my mother will tell me all kinds of vivid and interesting stories so that I can spend every day happily. Every night after school, my mother always picks me up on time. Sometimes, I feel tired, my mother will hug me, and I feel warm and happy in my mother's arms, which I will never forget. Oh! It turns out that maternal love is the care around you.

Motherly love is everywhere. When I was a child, my mother often cut my nails, but as I grew older, I also wanted to do something for my mother, so one day, I suddenly said to my mother, "Mom, let me cut your nails!" " My mother looked at me in surprise. My mother put her hand on my little hand, and I found that my mother's hand lost its former luster and became old. I still trim my mother carefully. One accidentally cut her flesh. I looked up at her. My mother smiled and said to me, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt." Staring at my mother, I saw that ruthless wrinkles had been deeply engraved on her face. Alas, this is my mother's selfless dedication of her youth to me, which made my heart sour and I couldn't help but jump into my mother's arms. My mother held me in her arms, and that feeling returned to my heart!

I finally understand the word maternal love, which is great, selfless and sacred. She is the hope and ideal in our hearts. As long as she waters me, I can thrive, just like a tree needs sunshine. Grass needs rain and dew; Bees need flowers, etc With it, our life will be full of flavor!

I love you! Mom!