Writing an essay based on the love of mother-in-law

1. Mother-in-law's Love Essay 600 I spend a long time with my mother-in-law

Mother's love is extremely great, but mother-in-law's love is also irreplaceable.

My mother-in-law is already 60 years old, but her hands and feet are still very flexible. She goes to the park on time for a walk every morning and has a fulfilling life every day. My mother works in Shanghai, and her mother-in-law takes care of everything. Then This small thing made me feel my mother-in-law's love more deeply.

That day, it was already past seven o'clock when I went home. I hurriedly finished my meal and prepared to do my homework... I was I was only wearing a T-shirt, but outside the window, the evening breeze was gently blowing the golden leaves, making a "hiss, hiss" sound. I felt a little chill. But I couldn't care about that much. There was too much homework today, and I couldn't do it anymore. I can’t be wordy. It was past nine o’clock when I was doing my homework. I glanced at the living room. The lights were still on. Obviously, my mother-in-law hadn’t gone to bed yet. I don’t know how many nights like this there have been. I stretched myself, Said: "Mother-in-law, you go to sleep first! There is a lot of homework today. I will go to bed after I finish it later!" "You do it! I will accompany you!" My mother-in-law's voice was in my ears before I finished speaking. "Is it cold? Put on some clothes." My mother-in-law came to me. I looked up at my mother-in-law. She was holding a coat and putting it on me with a smile. She said kindly, "I have to do my homework, but I can't do it." My body is exhausted!" I nodded sheepishly, but my heart felt warm. I felt that my mother-in-law not only put a coat on me, but also put her love on me.

< p> My mother-in-law’s love is everywhere. During sports events, she encourages me and cheers for me. In summer, she always uses a fan to gently fan me. When mosquitoes poison me, my mother-in-law also applies medicine to me heartbrokenly... My mother-in-law's love is deeply engraved in my heart, and I will never forget it. 2. A 600-word essay on my mother-in-law's love for me

My mother-in-law, she has a kind face. , a pair of eyes shining with wisdom, making her not look like an ordinary old man. She loves me very much. Nine years of getting along day and night has deepened our relationship. No one can live without the other. Her love for me warms my heart like the gentle spring breeze; her love for me is countless and endless...

Most of What I will never forget is that when I was a child, I caught a cold while sleeping and became very ill. After my mother-in-law found out, she quickly found cloth and elastic cotton, measured the dimensions for me, and started making a cotton sleeping bag. After dinner, I lay on the bed and saw my mother-in-law under the light again in a daze, holding a thin needle and long thread in her hand, wearing reading glasses and sitting sewing a cotton sleeping bag stitch by stitch. Later, I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, it was already the next morning. At this time, my mother-in-law who was watching me saw that I was awake, smiled and said to me: "Baby! I have made a cotton sleeping bag. Starting tonight, You can wear it and sleep peacefully!" When I saw her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, I knew she had stayed up late again for me. I felt so distressed that I rushed forward and called out, "Mother-in-law, you are so kind!" I hugged her neck and kissed her hard on the face. My mother-in-law also hugged me tightly. A long, long time... 3. An essay with the theme of grandma’s love

Those hands, those eyes, that face

By chance, in the corridor of my house, I saw a pair of hands, a pair of The hands that have been robbed of their redness by time and carved with wrinkles by the years; a pair of eyes that have been eroded by wind and frost, and washed away by wind and rain; that face, which was once full of brilliance, is now wrinkled Baba, a little yellow face... Oh, it's grandma!

Grandma is a cleaner in the square, and many of her ways are incomprehensible. She is always worried about me. My house was only a few steps away from the school, but she insisted on picking me up and dropping me off twice a day. For five years, every day, every day, no matter it is windy or rainy, no matter it is scorching sun. But you may not think that this makes me feel humiliated. I know I shouldn't. But that's really how I feel, because she always keeps nagging me when she picks me up from school. When I cross a traffic light, they always pull me tightly and don't let me talk to my sister. Even when I cross a road where the distance between the square and my house is less than five meters and there are almost no cars passing by, I still have to stare at me closely...

One time, I was playing with my friends, and my grandma saw it. In her eyes, it turned into a friend hitting me. She quickly walked forward and scolded her classmates loudly, causing everyone to turn their heads. Look at us.

At that time, I hated my grandma and my face was red. I didn’t know whether it was anger or shame. My friend turned around and ran away with tears all over the floor. The students around him were all talking quietly.

Until that accidental moment, I saw those hands, those eyes, that face...

I changed my mind, is grandma eager to protect the calf, or is her love too unique? , not easy to detect?

Oh! Grandma’s love! 4. Write a 450-word essay on my closest mother-in-law

My mother-in-law is a nanny in my family. She came to our home when I was 2 years old. In a flash, I have already So big. She said that when I was 5 or 6 years old, as soon as I heard her coming upstairs, I immediately put all the slippers at the door into the room, then slammed the door shut to prevent her from entering. She laughed while talking, and I laughed too, but I didn't think so. I thought I might have been funny at the time, but now I feel very embarrassed when I talk about it.

My mother-in-law is a hard-working person. When she does housework, she lowers her head, hunches her back, and mops the floor with a mop. She never misses any blind spot and mops carefully. She always washes clothes by hand. I asked her: "Why don't you wash it in a washing machine?" My mother-in-law said: "The washing machine can't wash it clean. It's better to wash it by hand." Sometimes when she went to collect the clothes that had been washed and dried the day before, she would find that they were still dirty. Some stains would be washed again. After collecting the clothes, she folded them flat and placed them on the clothes table. That's how she is, so rigorous and orderly in everything she does.

My father always says in front of other people that the aunt at home cooks very well and works very hard. He also said that he likes to eat at home and doesn't like to eat out. To be honest, my mother-in-law did a good job in cooking, and it was very delicate and refreshing. When it was put on the plate, the juice would not stick to the edge of the plate, just like what is cooked in a restaurant. She always changes the flavors and tries new recipes every day.

Sometimes grandma will find fault over trivial matters. If dad finds out, dad will educate grandma. And told her mother-in-law: "Auntie, it's okay, just ignore my mother from now on." My mother-in-law always smiled tolerantly.

Sometimes my sister and I think there is no food at home and when we want to eat a certain dish, my mother-in-law will immediately put down her rice bowl and cook our favorite dish. She is also very frugal. When she sees us wasting money, she will say next to us: "Don't waste too much, it's a pity."

She is such a good mother-in-law! 5. How do primary school students write about their mother-in-law's love for their grandson?

I grew up bathed in the love of my grandmother and the gentle rain. This love nourishes my heart like a trickle.

Grandma had just returned home from surgery that day. Her face was pale, and her eyebrows often showed expressions of pain. I felt very distressed, so I turned on the music and started dancing. At this time, a smile gradually appeared on my grandma's face, and she gently said to me: "When I get better, I will bake pancakes for you." The scene a year ago gradually became vivid in my mind.

I stayed at my grandma's house during the summer vacation. At that time, my grandma's health was already very bad and she often stayed in bed. One day at noon, the weather was very hot. Although my grandpa also prepared food for me, I just refused to eat it and started crying ignorantly. In fact, I wanted to eat the food cooked by my grandma. Just seeing her lying on the bed, I gave it to me. I swallowed the words in my heart. Probably grandma heard my crying, slowly sat up from the bed, and said to me: "Don't cry, I'll go out and get you something delicious." I immediately stopped crying and asked doubtfully: "Grandma "It's so hot outside, why should I go with you?" She smiled and said, "It's cool in the house, just stay at home and be obedient." After that, she walked out the door. I thought: What on earth did grandma do? I looked out of the window curiously and saw my grandma walking slowly towards a sweet potato field not far ahead after coming downstairs. I couldn't be bothered to watch anymore. After a while, grandma came back, holding a lot of green vegetables in her hand, and said to me with a smile: "Wait for me, the delicious food will be out in a while." She didn't care about resting, Immediately walked into the kitchen, it seemed that grandma's body was no longer sick. I quickly followed in. She quickly selected and washed the vegetables, then chopped them, and stirred in the eggs, flour, etc. After a while, a fragrant pancake came out of the pan. I was already salivating and started eating immediately. This cake is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a strong fragrance of wild vegetables. It is a delicious food that I have never tasted before. Grandma looked at me eating with joy on her face.

Thinking of this, I have tears in my eyes.

Through the tears, I seemed to see my grandmother again under the scorching sun, in the sweltering ground, hunched over, carefully looking for the fresh and tender wild vegetables, with beads of sweat falling from her cheeks to the ground. At this time, I seemed to smell the mellow aroma of the cake again. After the song ended, I stepped forward and hugged my grandma, hoping that she would recover soon and that grandma's unending love would always be with me. 6. How to write an essay on grandma’s love

Everyone often says that father’s love and mother’s love are the greatest, but I think there is a kind of love that can be compared with father’s love and mother’s love, and that is grandma’s love. Grandma’s love is not It's so obvious, but it's everywhere, and you need to discover it bit by bit in your life.

Last week, my grandma rolled out my favorite egg noodles for me. I saw the fragrant egg noodles and ate them with big mouthfuls. I casually said that it would be delicious if there was a little chili sauce. , but my grandma remembered this sentence in her heart, and then I stayed at a relative's house for a week. When I came back, I saw my grandma rolling out egg noodles for me again. Because my grandma had a serious illness last year, her memory was not very good, so I thought my grandma might not have bought me chili sauce, but what she said made me feel her great love, "Little grandson, I don't know what brand of chili sauce you like to eat. I'll give you the money and you can ride it yourself." Go buy a car! "I can't believe what grandma just said. How can grandma have such a good memory? What makes grandma remember this little thing? right! It was grandma's love for her grandson that made her remember this little thing. When I bought this bottle of chili sauce, tears flowed from the bottom of my heart!

Although my grandma is over 60 years old, she is very concerned about my behavior and habits. She sees every behavior and every move I make. She never scolds me. He didn’t hit me, but he was very meticulous in my studies. I always bent down when writing, and whenever grandma saw me, she would hit me hard on the back. At first, I didn’t understand it very much, and even hated that person very much. A slap on my back, but now I find that I read and write with my waist straight, so I no longer hate each slap, but like this slap of love.

Grandma’s love is everywhere, and you need to pay attention to discover it in every step of your life. Grandma’s love accompanies my growth. My good habits are indispensable for my grandma’s care and teaching. This kind of love Let me benefit for life, I love grandma! 7. Write an essay based on the love of parents

Boundless maternal love The day before yesterday was my mother’s sixty-sixth birthday. We gathered together to celebrate her birthday.

During the dinner, my brother-in-law wrote a poem to express his congratulations. The person who recited the poem was in high spirits, but the tears in my heart flowed like a river.

Mother, my kind and simple mother, the wind and frost of the years have aged your face, and the burden of life has bent your body. You have become gray-haired, so that you can’t remember your past. appearance. Do you also have the same youth as me? Do you also have the same *** dream as me?

Mother, my ordinary but great mother, why have I never heard of you talking about it? On the morning of your birthday, when the sun was shining all over the world, we returned home, and my mother was already waiting at the door. When she saw us, she was smiling, calling this and that, and we walked into the house surrounded by our mother. "The sun is so beautiful today. People say that if it is sunny every day on your birthday, you will be in good health."

My mother couldn't hide the smile on her face and chattered with us. We laughed loudly, "Mom, you must be in good health. When have you taken medicine in all these years?

If you have anything to do, just take a rest and take a nap. It will be fine. It's just medicine. "Not that good." "That's right, it's better not to take medicine."

My mother was in good health. When she was young, she worked in the production team from dawn to dusk, making the same amount of money as the old men. He also has to worry about the food and clothing expenses of his family. Now that I’m old, I just sometimes have a little pain in my heels from walking a lot, but there’s nothing else.

As long as I can remember, my father worked outside, and my mother took us three children at home. My brothers and sisters were already in school, and I was the only one who followed my mother every day. When I went to the field, my mother took me with her. , put me on the ground and asked me to play by myself. I was always very good and didn't make any noise. I just pulled some grass on the ground and quietly waited for my mother to return. As I grew up, I also developed feelings for that piece of land. I liked to go to the fields with my mother, follow behind her, learn to do farm work, and then go home with my mother in the afterglow of the sunset.

Later, I slowly learned how to make a fire and cook. When I cooked for the first time, I put the sweet potato noodles into the pot as cornmeal, but the sticky porridge turned into gruel. It didn't taste good either. My brothers and sisters scolded me and refused to eat the food I cooked. I wiped away my tears and sobbed.

My mother pulled me into her arms and wiped my tears, "Why are you crying? It's okay. They won't eat it. If mom eats it, it won't be wrong next time. This is better than boiling water." "My mother filled a large bowl and drank it in a slurping manner.

Oh, it’s been a long, long time. I have grown from the little girl who followed my mother to thirty years old, and my mother has also grown from that young and energetic *** to today’s age. Sixty. During this period, how many sunrises and sunsets have you seen? How many rain, snow, wind and frost have you experienced during this period? How many marks have time left on your face? How many mountains and rivers have the years carved on your forehead? Since we went to school, you have gotten up early every day to cook for us. In winter, at four or five o'clock, you will get up, turn on the stove, and wait until a pot of water is boiled to make a steaming pot of noodles for us.

You said it’s cold in winter and drinking something hot will keep you warm. When it was done, he told us to get up over and over again. We really didn't want to get up, so we kept putting it off again and again until we couldn't do it anymore. We quickly got up, washed our faces, took a few bites, and left.

Sometimes I don’t even bother to eat, so I just put my schoolbag on my back and leave amidst your nagging, inevitably complaining about being late. At that time, I never cared about my mother's feelings. I don't know how uneasy my mother was when she watched us leave.

Now that I am a mother, I have experienced the heart of a mother. Therefore, we always blame ourselves deeply, wondering how we once suffered from the anxious heart of a mother when we were young.

"Mom, today is your birthday. We wish you a happy birthday and good health." Raise the glass, face your mother, express your deep blessings, and drink it all.

Mother, thank you, thank you. At this time, any words are pale and powerless. In the 1990s, my brother and sister were already working and I was in technical secondary school. The situation at home was a little better. At least you were no longer struggling with money.

However, my grandma fell ill at this time, suffering from cerebral thrombosis and needed care. So my grandma came to live with us, and my father stopped going out to work and took care of the family with you. When cooking, grandma needs to eat rotten food, but we don’t like to eat it, so you have to cook it for grandma alone.

There are more clothes to change, and the work in the fields continues as usual. But I rarely hear your complaints. You told me that complaining about heaven and earth is of no use. I have to bear everything on my own.

My mother, how much sorrow you have had in your heart, how many tears you have shed in your heart, white hair appears on your temples, and your increasingly bright cheeks make you thinner. One time, grandma celebrated her birthday, and all the relatives came. At noon, you served noodles and asked everyone to fill their stomachs first. As a result, everyone ate less and left a lot.

My aunt said to me: "Look at your mother, she has laid so many grains without counting them. What are you going to do with the rest?" I found my mother and complained to her quietly.

What I didn't expect was that my mother shed tears. This was the only time my mother shed tears in front of me. I was a little scared, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "They said this. , Do you even want to say that? If there is not enough, what will others think? It is better to leave some and leave them alone. "My mother was really sad that time, but she could bear it when others said that. , her own child actually complained, how wronged she must be in her heart.

Mom, I'm sorry, please let me say I'm sorry to you, forgive me, forgive your daughter who hasn't grown up yet. The years have passed ruthlessly. You have worked hard and raised us up, and you have spent your old age with your grandma. Mom, is this your dream? You often say that as long as you guys live well, I will feel relieved.

My mother, you have been focusing on us all your life, when will you think about yourself! That time, we said: "Mom, please stop farming. As you get older, it's time to take a break."

"No, I can still walk, it's better to farm." , I can have fresh rice and beans every year, so I can give you some." Mom said with a contented smile on her face.

"When my cotton is harvested, I can make quilts for you and cotton-padded jackets for my grandson. The cotton will be so warm that I can't freeze." I know that my mother's life may be. 8. Help me write an essay about grandma’s love

Grandma’s love

When I was young, my parents were busy at work and had no time to take care of me, so they put me at my grandma’s house. Grandma treats me very well. I take everything she says to me to heart. Almost everything she says to me is for my safety. Whenever I think of what grandma said to me, I I felt special warmth in my heart, and tears fell uncontrollably.

I remember that when I was not in school, several children came to me to play the game of eagle catching chicks. Without saying a word, I agreed smoothly. Before leaving, my grandma told me to be careful. *** said crisply: "I know." Maybe I was having too much fun when I was playing, and I didn't even know how to button it. I didn't know until I went to bed at night that my grandma saw my clothes. She quickly took out her needle and thread to sew for me and said, "Lin Lin, if your clothes are broken, grandma can help you sew them. If someone breaks the clothes, grandma will feel nothing but distress." There's a way."

This sentence has always been in my heart. Whenever I think of this sentence, I feel extremely warm. I have such a good grandma, and I am really proud of myself. Grandma The love for me is almost deeper than that of my parents. Grandma, I will remember you and your love for me all my life. 9. Grandma’s Love Essay 3300

Grandma’s Love

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Since my father and mother are busy with work and have no time to take care of me, my grandma has taken care of me since I was a child. No matter what situation I encounter, grandma is by my side. I feel that grandma’s love is also very great. Grandma Surround me with her love and let me grow up healthily and happily.

Normally, my grandma would be very busy for me. When I was sick, she was the most worried about me. Once I got acute gastroenteritis, which made me suffer from restless sleep and eating. During this period, Grandma took good care of me. She would bring me water and medicine. She was always busy taking care of me. After a night of tossing, grandma was exhausted. When grandma saw that I was getting better, she slowly let go of the stone in her heart.

After a long night of hard work, my grandma fell asleep in front of my bed. Looking at my grandma’s white hair, I felt that this was the most beautiful hair in the world. There were too many things in it. Love, thank you grandma, thank you grandma for always accompanying me since I was a child and keeping my heart warm. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, you always have that selfless love to accompany me. I am very happy, thank you grandma for your love. 10. A 348-word essay on grandma’s love

I have a quilt heart. It is not as fashionable and gorgeous as other classmates, but it has extraordinary value. It is grandma’s dear

Hand-sewn, every time I put it on, a warm feeling rushes into my heart.

My grandma is over eighty years old, but she is still as energetic as she was in her fifties. The profound memory brought me to one day last winter.

I was shivering from the cold. I saw my classmates wearing colorful and warm quilts, and then talked to my own

Comparing it, I found it was not warm at all, and I felt extremely envious. Grandma knew what I was thinking and said with a smile: "As long as you study hard, I will do anything for you." I was so happy that I jumped three feet high.

The clock has struck eight o'clock, and grandma pushed me into bed, while Zhizhi opened the closet, took the cotton cloth, and sat kindly on the sofa

with a Reading glasses, started sewing vests. I poked my head out and saw steam coming from grandma's mouth, "It's so cold!" The temperature in the room was incomparable to that in the nest, and I shuddered involuntarily. He tucked his head into the bed. Later, I

didn’t know what I thought of, so I stretched out my head and said to grandma: "Grandma, stop sewing, I don’t want the vest." Grandma said it was okay, I don’t know when I Entered dreamland.

The next morning, I opened my eyes hazily and saw a new vest lying on my pillow. I thought: Grandma must have sewed it yesterday.

Late at night, I put it on Vest, feels very warm.