The famous writer wrote the essay My Mother

1. An article about mother written by a famous writer, about 400 words

Maternal love is an eternal theme of mankind. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moistening things silently, and long and long. Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... The old man calling for his mother in his twilight years cannot help but move people. When the path is over, return is over, and wandering is over.” Maternal love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the souls of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the laughter and tears of the children. Maternal love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light; maternal love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and carvings, leaving fresh and natural; maternal love is like an affectionate song, melodious, melodious, and softly sung; maternal love is A gust of warm wind blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.

Among the children in the world, who is not extremely bitter when looking at their mother with gray hair on her temples? The love my mother gave me is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother who was happy for my study and progress. Thinking back carefully, when was the day in my life when my mother was missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me the breath of warmth and love. One time we had a shot at school and I fainted with blood. It was noon at that time. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word and without even eating lunch. She carried me to the doctor on her back. Later, my mother asked for leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad. I didn’t know why, but I also felt a little sad. But maternal love can be harsh sometimes. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn’t want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love. Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can repay in return? Just as "The Wandering Son Yin" said: "Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays.

Love is a lamp, illuminating the way forward in the darkness; love is a poem, in the coldness Warm and eager heart; love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring, and the fruit in autumn. Deep love is a scenery that I will never forget in my life. The clear and warm spring water of the river will last forever. Flowing in My Heart 2. Articles about maternal love written by famous writers

Mother is a Time Author: Lu Shengkuan always wants to interpret her mother's deep affection every time she comes home.

Every look and every greeting evokes endless thoughts in me.

As early as the winter vacation last year, my mother called me every now and then to ask about my return date. After I told the date accurately, my mother felt at ease and wished me a safe journey.

It seemed that such an ordinary thing was not worth sacrificing words, but when I got home, my father told me. I almost caught a cold on the day I came home. It turned out that my mother was eager for my son. Whenever she heard the footsteps of someone passing by the door, she opened the door and came out to take a look. She came back several times, but she didn't see me. She didn't lose heart and simply sat at the door of her house waiting for my return! It was already winter weather, and it happened to be raining that day. The wind was biting and the air was freezing. My mother, who was always afraid of the cold, ignored the harsh environment------ -, listening to my father's story, I was silent, not speechless, but for a moment, what should I say? I looked at my mother who was busy in the kitchen, and suddenly realized: Mother is actually a kind of time.

Yes, motherhood is a kind of time.

The years from seedlings to towering trees, from rivers to seas, from deserts to oasis, are also the years from suffering to happiness.

What exactly is contained in these years, and how much is contained, I think, even the greatest poet cannot express a poem, and the most beautiful music cannot express it vividly. I only know that with the passage of time, I slowly grew from childhood to childhood, and then from childhood to youth. I also said goodbye to the flower season and passed the rainy season. Now I am in the prime of my life; I also know that this kind of The years are worth recalling from time to time, and worth being grateful for throughout my life! Motherhood is a kind of time.

Because it is the mother who endures the most suffering, swallows the most tears, tolerates the most ignorance, and has the most considerate heart in this world. She is a great mother. Time is ruthless, but mother is affectionate.

When I was young, when other children got up early in the dark to herd cows, my mother told me to get up and go to school; when I grew up, I became a strong young man, and other friends all carried their bags. I went south to work, but my mother told me to study hard and get into college. I should have honored my parents after graduation, but my mother still supported me as always and encouraged me to strive for opportunities to further my studies.

The passage of time is always ruthless. It takes away the mother's youth and leaves the mark of vicissitudes of life on the mother's forehead. What kind of time is this, I interpret her as a symbol of love! Motherhood is a kind of time.

Because time has no reincarnation and no boundaries, and a mother's love is so boundless. Sometimes the mother is willing to be a sugar cane, letting her children suck the sweet sugar cane juice; sometimes the mother is like a mountain, healing the wounds of her children with her strong arms.

My mother moved twice for my future: from the countryside to the suburbs, and then from the suburbs to the city center. The only reason was to facilitate my study. At this moment, I couldn't help but think of the story of "Meng Meng's mother moved three times", and I suddenly understood that this kind of maternal love is actually a kind of salvation.

It saved Meng Ke from being a naughty child and led him to the road of knowledge and thought. It is the cradle of mankind and the true Beidou that guides human nature to perfection.

Even if the depravity of human nature is like rolling stones on a high mountain, mother will stop it with her body, encourage it with love, motivate it, and accompany it to stay away from the abyss and climb again. Of course, this boundless maternal love is also the savior of women themselves.

When she is tempted by the world or forced to make a living and loses her nature, when she is trapped in the environment and indulges in sensuality and can't extricate herself, as long as she thinks of her children, thinks of being a role model for them, thinks of Children must not live a life like their own. They will develop the power to defeat themselves and do good, truth and beauty. Although I cannot become as great a person as Mencius, my mother, and even mothers in the world, can be compared with Meng's mother... Mother is a kind of time.

Years are like songs, maternal love is infinite... "Thank you, my mother" On the rugged journey of life, who gives you the most sincere and cordial care, who cares about you and always gives you Your selfless dedication; who tirelessly teaches you the principles of life; who worries about your trivial matters? That’s right! Are great mothers. Mother's love is selfless and never-ending.

There is no mother who does not love her children. No matter what, maternal love is the most sincere and hardest to let go of in life.

Your mother brought you into this world, and immediately you had life and sustenance for survival. As I grow older, I begin to get tired of my mother’s wordiness and nagging.

However, how did you feel when you scolded your mother in a reasonable way? Your mother has devoted half her life to nurturing you and teaching you until she dies. If you do not honor her when she is old, but instead ignore her and get angry, how sad and desperate she will be! What mother doesn’t hope that her son will become a dragon and her daughter will become a phoenix? What would a mother ask for in return for her child? Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in "The Song of a Wandering Son": "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." The life message of an American citizen during the "9.11" disaster in the United States: "Mom, I love you!"… …How many facts prove that family love is priceless! We should cherish the warmth of this moment! () Mother’s love influences everything.

When you can no longer bear the pressure brought by the outside world, mother holds up a sky for you to withstand all wind and rain; when you feel no comfort, she enlightens you, educates you, and teaches you. Your philosophy of "taking a step back will open up the world"; when you encounter difficulties and setbacks or lose your temper with her because of a bad mood, she will bear it silently but still guide you strongly; when you are tired and upset from studying, she will Sending a cup of hot tea, no words are needed, all the feelings turn into tears and fall on the palms, everything is left unsaid... One Hundred Classic Chinese Prose Over the Century·My Mother·Lao She’s mother’s natal family is in Deshengmen, Peking. Outside, outside Tucheng'er, in a small village on the road leading to the Dazhong Temple. There are four or five families in the village, all with the surname Ma.

We all farm some land that is not very fertile, but among my brothers, there are also soldiers, carpenters, plasterers, and inspectors. Although they are farmers, they cannot afford to raise cattle and horses. When there is not enough manpower, women. 3. Ten articles about mothers (short articles, works by famous writers)

Contemporary writers seem to prefer writing about fathers, probably because most of the famous writers are male. I found a few prose articles, you can see if they work.

Lao She's "My Mother",

Bing Xin has many articles about mother such as "Returning to the South",

Li Liewen's "Noble Motherhood" (this one is Does writing about the process of a wife becoming a mother count as writing about mothers? ),

Xiao Fuxing's "Remembering Mother",

Zhao Xinshan's "I Only Owe My Mother" (very short and sincere),

There are several articles in Jian Yu's "Nv'er Hong" such as "Mother" and "An Old Clothes" (this one is quite good)

Foreign writers also have articles on mothers. , such as:

"Memories of Mother" by Mistral

"Message from Mother" by Tetsuro Miura

By the way, there is also the famous "Memories of Mother" Autumn Memories" by Shi Tiesheng. That would be enough for ten articles.

This is not from Baidu. I sorted it out by browsing the bookshelf. I hope it will be helpful to you. 4. Famous writers write essays about maternal love

Maternal love is like water

People always love to promote the greatness of maternal love. When making metaphors, they are always willing to compare them to majestic mountains and rivers. Few people compare maternal love to water because they think it is too plain. As everyone knows, life is like this, and plainness is the truth.

I remember reading an article called "Mother's love has no specific content." Yes, if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is difficult to prove how your mother is through one thing, and it is also difficult to use one word to explain how your mother is. Of course, this is not because I don’t know my mother well enough. On the contrary, it’s because I know her so well that I have so many clues that I don’t know how to write.

I admire my mother’s character, she is resolute and never sloppy. I hope that one day I can be as upright and unyielding as my mother. This is the quality a good cadre should have - my mother taught me. It is recognized that mothers can endure hardship. In my mind, there is nothing that my mother cannot do. It's been like this for as long as I can remember, and it hasn't changed until now. Therefore, I always like to stay with my mother. It feels very warm. I like this feeling. It makes me feel grounded and safe.

I often lament the ruthlessness of the years, so ruthless that it is almost cruel. She took away all the youth of those around me and exchanged their old age for my growth. The washing of time has bleached my mother's long hair, but left my mother's innate bravery and strength. But I still have to admit that my mother is getting old.

However, many of what my mother said made sense. This is the experience of life, the treasure left behind, and the mystery of life - I think. (Can be deleted) Therefore, when I was a child, I absolutely worshiped my mother and followed some of her words as if they were the Bible. My mother often said that not everything in life is what you like to do. There are many things that you don't like to do, but you have to do it, and you must do it, and you have to do your best; otherwise, don't say sorry to your parents. , I’m sorry to my friends, and even I’m sorry to myself. These words have accompanied me through yesterday and today, and I believe they will also accompany me into tomorrow. Give me the courage to face everyone and every new challenge with strength on every sunny day.

Love is love, I deeply respect and love my mother.

Although it is not spectacular, sometimes the slow flow of water can be regarded as a kind of scenery. It may be a bit ordinary, but even if you are a mortal, you will have such heroic love. What's more, in my opinion, every love is a treasure, worthy of being treasured forever.

The days ahead are so long, and I wonder how many seasons I will walk through with my mother hand in hand. Let’s reminisce about the early spring, taste the midsummer, taste the golden autumn, and listen to the midwinter. Pick up the bits and pieces left by life to me, turn every piece of growing memory into the most pure (mellow) wine, put a label on it, and become stronger and more fragrant with the baptism of the years; use mother's love to make Advocate to love everyone around you and cherish every love given by others. I hope that my young heart can warm my mother's no longer young heart, nourish her vicissitudes of life, and take care of her throughout her life.

Yes, maternal love is like water. Water - the source of life; maternal love - a lifelong companion. 5. Essay on my literary path

I have vowed to be a writer since I was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

At that time, I thought that as long as I published one article, I would be a writer, so it was not a luxury. My earliest interest in literature came from the influence of my parents, who were both literature lovers and loyal readers of best-sellers.

My mother got a newly published novel, such as "Song of Youth" and "Lin Hai Xue Yuan". She became anxious when doing housework, anxious to arrange the family so that she could immerse herself in the book alone. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I always found that the lights in my mother's room were on, and there was the sound of books being turned over. My parents read a lot of Chinese and foreign classics, and their writing skills are also good, but for some reason, they never try to create, preferring to be infatuated readers forever.

Under the influence of my parents, I also read a lot of classics. When I was in elementary school, I started looking for books to read. When I saw words I didn’t recognize, I would jump to them. I was able to understand the mainstream and main points of the books intermittently. Character's story. If you read more books, you will naturally be able to write more creative essays. In the fourth grade, the teacher assigned me an essay titled "Snow". I wrote it very uniquely and was highly praised by the teacher. Later, I even sent it to the Children's Palace to compete.

Although there was no good news from this composition competition, it was a great encouragement to me. At that time, the teacher asked each of us to write "my ideal", and somehow I chose "writer".

My parents and teachers did not believe that this would become a reality one day, but they were happy. My parents really hope that there will be a liberal arts person in the family who can at least love reading as much as they do.

After the ideal was determined, I started my first literary attempt. I rewrote it into a story based on a draft of praise for a good person and good deeds. The general idea is: A picked up a wallet, and he finally found the owner B after all the troubles. However, during the search process, A's pen fell, and it happened to be picked up by B. Arrived, B also ran around to find the owner, and everyone was happy with the ending.

It should be said that this is a very cliche article, with traces of fabrication everywhere. I submitted this essay to a story series, and then I spent the early money I saved every month to buy this series and look for my masterpiece.

After some time, the essay was returned. I was not too sad because the rejection letter from the editorial department contained many words of encouragement and was worded very politely, which made people feel flattered after reading it. When my parents learned about this, they were very pleased and felt that I was very courageous and that I was really implementing the "writer" plan.

When I entered middle school, I was greatly appreciated by my Chinese teacher. My compositions were often read aloud as model essays, and most of them were argumentative essays. The teacher commented that the articles were rigorous, witty and sharp; for a long time, I was intoxicated by them and felt that I was getting closer and closer to the title of writer. I bound these compositions into a volume and treasured them for many years.

When I graduated from middle school, it was during the "move to the mountains and countryside" period that I was assigned to work in the forest area of ??Heilongjiang, a world of ice and snow thousands of miles away, to work in agriculture. I was 17 years old at the time. I had never been on a ship or train, and I was even unfamiliar with many of Shanghai's famous roads.

Before I left Shanghai, I held that collection of essays in my hand and thought, it emboldens me and I am a hundred times more confident: People with writing genius can travel all over the world without fear. However, I face a complicated world.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was overconfident. The harsh climate, the heavy physical work that was beyond my capabilities, and my companions who were becoming depressed all caught me off guard.

After a tiring day, I looked through the composition book and felt that those compositions were out of date and full of heavy tone, so I wanted to write something new that could inspire me. The promises I made since I was a child make me afraid of doing nothing, and I am afraid that the environment will consume me to nothing.

Every night, I write down my feelings in the dilapidated tent. At that time, 30 of us "educated youth" shared a tent. At night, everyone played poker, told jokes, or cried and missed home. I wrote in the commotion that there were no tables and chairs, so I used a rubbing I write with my clothes board on my knees.

What I wrote at that time were all slogan-like things, such as, never bow to life, fly bravely and so on. Every time I write this, I find a solemn state of mind and feel that there is still hope.

At that time, I was skinny and small, and my companions nicknamed me "Little Red Soldier". In short, in their eyes, I was inconspicuous. Once, I suddenly became famous in the company because my notebook was read and everyone knew that I wanted to practice writing.

At one point, I became the object of ridicule. Someone chased me and asked: Did you know that being a writer is easy? There are often people holding paper and saying: Hey, write a few words and let me see.

Then he laughed at my ugly handwriting and dreamed of being a writer. For a while, I refused to let anyone read my handwriting, and even asked someone to sign my pay slip instead.

But there were a few kind-hearted colleagues who were aggrieved on my behalf, saying that learning to write is the same as learning to knit. They both learn skills, so why not? What I will never forget is a girl named Lingling. She also loved reading. She believed in my dream and asked me to write a thick book with reverence and write down her experiences. 6. Articles about my mother written by famous people

Wen Tianxiang’s Youthful Uprightness” Wen Tianxiang, a famous national hero in the late Southern Song Dynasty, lived in poverty when he was a teenager. Only with the help of kind people did he have the opportunity to study.

Once, Wen Tianxiang was misunderstood as a thief by a wealthy classmate. He argued hard and refused to allow others to trample on his dignity. He finally proved his innocence, and through this incident, Wen Tianxiang was even more recognized as a gold medalist. ambition. "Chen Ping endured humiliation and studied hard" Chen Ping, a famous prime minister in the Western Han Dynasty, was poor when he was young, and he and his brother depended on each other. In order to uphold his father's destiny and shine in the family, he did not engage in production and studied behind closed doors. However, his sister-in-law did not tolerate it. In order to eliminate the conflict between brother and sister-in-law, he studied hard behind closed doors. Faced with repeated humiliation, he kept silent. As his sister-in-law became more and more aggressive, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and ran away from home. He wanted to wander around the world. After being chased back by his brother, he ignored the past grudges and prevented his brother from divorcing his sister-in-law, which became a good talk in the local area.

Finally, there was an old master who came here because of his reputation and accepted apprenticeships for free. After completing his studies, he assisted Liu Bang and achieved great success. "Lu Yu Abandons Buddha and Follows Literature" Lu Yu, a famous scholar in the Tang Dynasty, was an orphan since he was a child and was raised by Zen Master Zhiji.

Although Lu Yu was in the temple, he did not want to chant sutras and chant Buddha's name all day long. Instead, he liked to read poems and books. Lu Yu insisted on going down the mountain to study, but was opposed by the Zen master.

In order to present Lu Yu with a difficult problem and educate him better, the Zen master asked him to learn how to make tea. In the process of studying tea art, Lu Yu met a kind-hearted old woman and not only learned the complicated tea-making skills, but also learned many principles of reading and life.

When Lu Yu finally brought a steaming cup of Kuding tea to the Zen master, the Zen master finally agreed to his request to go down the mountain to study. Later, Lu Yu wrote the widely circulated "Tea Classic" and carried forward the tea culture of the motherland! "Young Bao Zheng Learns to Solve Cases" Bao Zheng, Bao Qingtian, is smart since he was a child, studious and inquisitive, and especially likes to reason and solve cases. His father has a close relationship with the county magistrate. Bao Zheng has been exposed to it since he was a child, and has learned a lot of knowledge about solving cases, especially in the Temple Burning Massacre. In the case of the monk, Bao Zheng peeled off the cocoon and extracted the silk based on the clues at the scene. After identifying the criminal suspect, he pretended to be the King of Hell to find out the truth, assisted the county magistrate to arrest the murderer, and eliminated harm for the people.

He worked hard to learn legal and criminal knowledge, which laid a solid foundation of knowledge for him to solve cases like a god when he grew up and redress justice for the people. "Wan Sitong Studying Hard Behind Closed Doors" Wan Sitong, a famous scholar and historian in the early Qing Dynasty, participated in the compilation of the important history book "Twenty-Four Histories" of our country.

But Wan Sitong was also a naughty child when he was young. Wan Sitong lost face in front of the guests because of his playfulness, and was criticized by the guests.

In anger, Wan Sitong overturned the tables of the guests and was locked in the study room by his father.

Wan Sitong went from being angry and hating reading to shutting himself up and thinking about his mistakes. He was inspired by the "Tea Classic" and began to study hard.

More than a year later, Wan Sitong read many books in the bookstore. His father forgave his son, and Wan Sitong also understood his father's good intentions. After a long period of diligent study, Wan Sitong finally became a famous scholar who was familiar with history and read many books. He also participated in the compilation of "History of Ming Dynasty" in "Twenty-Four Histories".

"Tang Bohu devoted himself to studying painting" Tang Bohu was a famous painter and writer in the Ming Dynasty. He showed superhuman talent in painting when he was a child. Tang Bohu became a disciple of the great painter Shen Zhou. Naturally, he studied harder and more diligently. He quickly mastered painting skills and was highly praised by Shen Zhou.

Unexpectedly, due to Shen Zhou's praise, Tang Bohu, who had always been modest, gradually became complacent. Shen Zhou saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. During a meal, Shen Zhou asked Tang Bohu to open the window. Tang Bohu found out that the window under his hand was actually a painting by his teacher Shen Zhou. Tang Bohu was very ashamed and devoted himself to learning painting from then on. "Lin Zexu's Couplet on Determination" This story tells the story of Lin Ze, a famous national hero in the Qing Dynasty.

Lin Zexu was talented and intelligent when he was a child. On two occasions, he composed two couplets, which expressed Lin Zexu's lofty ambitions. Lin Zexu not only had the courage to aspire, but also studied hard. When he grew up, he achieved great success and was admired by future generations.

"Wen Tianxiang's Youthful Uprightness" Wen Tianxiang, a famous national hero in the late Southern Song Dynasty, lived in poverty when he was a teenager. He had the opportunity to study with the help of kind people. Once, Wen Tianxiang was misunderstood as a thief by a wealthy classmate. He argued hard and refused to allow others to trample on his dignity. He finally proved his innocence. Through this incident, Wen Tianxiang further established his ambition to be named on the gold list.

"Ye Tianshi Becomes a Disciple and Learns from Him" ??Ye Tianshi relies on his superb medical skills and looks down on his colleague Xue Xue. Once, Ye Tianshi's mother was ill and he was helpless. Thanks to Xue Xue, he cured his mother's illness regardless of past suspicions.

From then on, Ye Tianshi understood the truth that there is heaven outside the sky and there are people above people. So he searched for famous doctors all over the world and asked for advice humbly, and finally became the real first famous doctor in Jiangnan.

"Girl Lyrics by Li Qingzhao" The female poet Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty had a quick mind and left many masterpieces throughout her life. She has a straightforward, free and uninhibited personality, and has shown extraordinary literary talent since she was a child.

This story tells the story of her impromptu lyrics inspired by the scene. "Yang Luchan Chenjiagou School" Yang Luchan was bullied by bullies in his hometown, and he was unwilling to be humiliated.

A man left home and went to Chenjiagou to learn from his master. Boxer Chen Changxing never taught his boxing skills to outsiders, and Yang Luchan was no exception.

However, Yang Luchan's persistence finally moved Chen Changxing, and he finally learned the boxing technique, punished the bully, and created Yang Style Tai Chi. "Wang Xianzhi Practices Calligraphy in a Urn" Wang Xianzhi, whose courtesy name is Zijing, is the seventh son of the great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the sage Wang Xizhi.

He himself was also a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. When Wang Xianzhi was three or four years old, his mother taught him to memorize and recite poems. By the time he was five or six years old, he was able to compose a poem and recite a few lines of poetry smoothly.

Compared with his brother Wang Ningzhi, he is more alert and smarter, and he especially likes to practice calligraphy. There is a large water tank in Wang Xian's house. The story of this film is inseparable from this large water tank! "Zhu Yuanzhang Herding Cows and Reading" Zhu Yuanzhang, who was born as a cowherd boy, never even attended a private school since he was a child. However, he was extremely intelligent, diligent in learning and inquiring, and finally became the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

"Liu Gongquan guards against arrogance and becomes famous" Liu Gongquan has shown extraordinary talent in calligraphy since he was a child, and his handwriting is famous far and wide. He was also a little proud of it.

However, one day he met an old man without hands and found that the old man could write better with his feet than with his hand. From then on, he always kept "guard against arrogance" in mind, practiced calligraphy diligently, and was open-minded.