A famous writer's prose about his mother.

Be sincere, be grateful to your mother, read slowly, savor carefully and understand the taste better. You can't read it all at once. This is the greatness of maternal love. The following is an essay about mother, please refer to it.

Mom's Essay 1: Mom, I love you. There is a song that says, "The most beautiful flower in the world is a child". I want to say that the most beautiful flower is a child who grows up under the nourishment of maternal love. Without maternal love, the most delicate petals will be eclipsed, and even the strong shoulders will be scarred.

A few days ago, I read an article by Hu Shi, a famous writer in Taiwan Province. The author said that my mother licked his eye disease with her tongue for him. After reading this, I can't help being deeply moved. My mother is not afraid of being dirty or tired for the sake of her children. There is nothing she can't do.

In life, my mother also takes care of me. Under her love and care, in her affectionate eyes, I gradually grew up and matured.

When I was in primary school, my home was far from school, so I had lunch in the school cafeteria, but the food in the cafeteria was not delicious and there was no nutrition. My mother is afraid of my malnutrition, so she sends me meals from time to time in the school cafeteria. After the sixth grade, my mother took me home for dinner every day. There are always some slopes on the road, and my mother has to pedal her bike hard to turn it over. When I got home, I didn't have time to wipe my sweat and hurried into the kitchen to cook. When eating, my mother always said that a grain of rice is a drop of sweat from the farmer's uncle's hard work in growing grain, so we must cherish it very much. But I think there is not only the sweat of the farmer's uncle, but also the sweat of my mother. Every time I clean up the rice in the bowl, my mother always smiles with satisfaction. Although the smile is charming, the crow's feet in the corner of the eye are clearer. I suddenly want to smooth that wrinkle with my hands.

There is such a voice, which will make you feel that it is a gentle call in your ear and the voice is very low; Having such a voice will make you get rid of fatigue and immerse yourself in beautiful reverie; Having such a sound will bring you a sense of pleasure. It will fill your heart with emotion. That's your mother's voice.

The night before junior high school, my mother was afraid that I couldn't sleep well, so she slept with me. But I can't sleep. After my mother knew it, she sang a lullaby written by herself: "Little baby, go to sleep quickly, it's dark and windy outside;" Baby, go to sleep quickly, mom will sing a lullaby ... "Listening to my mother's tone-deaf voice, I soon relaxed and fell asleep." Yes, everyone has such a voice in their ears. It can cross Qian Shan and go straight to the heart. Remind you when you are confused and give you the right direction; When you encounter difficulties, encourage you to move on.

Motherly love is great. She inspires me and warms me up. Even the most beautiful words in the world cannot be described. She is only in my heart, which makes my life sweet and happy. Let me say "Mom, I love you" sincerely.

Description of mother: selfish maternal love is often described as selfless, but why do I say she is selfish? All this depends on two stories I know, one is my own and the other is what I heard, but both of them vividly show that maternal love is selfish.

There is also a story that wars often took place in ancient countries, and able-bodied men were taken to fight, and women and children ran around and lived an uneasy life. Du Fu's Stone Trench can prove this point. Women and children are often hungry, and sometimes they will be hungry for two or three days. Many children and adults who were in poor health died like this, but a little boy managed to survive. He is never hungry. When there is food, the mother will leave her food to her children. The only excuse is that she is not hungry. When the people in the same trade have no food, the mother will secretly hand the boy some porridge or some barbecue. Where did this meat come from? The scar on mother's arm is enough to prove everything. In my opinion, that mother is really selfish. In order to keep the child alive, she did not hesitate to pay the price of her life. Life is precious, doesn't she know? Didn't she take good care of her life? No, in that environment, she is willing to sacrifice herself for her son's safety. She is really selfish to herself, pretending that one day her son will know that his survival is based on his mother's death, and how guilty she will be.

Looking at the story above, I suddenly remembered the story in my heart. This is one of my best memories.

My hometown is poor, but every family can live a well-fed life. In our hometown, meat has become a rarity. Every new year, my father will come back from far away and bring me a lot of things that I can't eat when I come back. Every time I see this rare thing, I will take it aside and devour it. When there is not much left, I will think of my mother and come to my mother with the last point and say, "Mom also eats. Very sweet. " "No, you eat. Mom stole a few. " When I hear this answer, I will happily run back to my "exclusive place" to have some dessert, and I will do the same in the next few years. It was not until my parents and I came here at school age that I gradually realized that my mother had never eaten dessert before. She only knows that desserts are sweet, and it is a lie to "steal a few" every year. I have been cheated by my mother year after year because my mother loves me and she gave it to me.

If I had known that I would definitely stop my childish behavior, I should have known the selflessness and selfishness of maternal love earlier.

Prose describing mother 3: The boundless dream of maternal love is as bright as the sun. We are like the protagonists in fairy tales, living under the cover of maternal love. We have been in a hurry, drizzling and in a trance for more than ten years. Lao She once said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. Motherly love is like an umbrella in a rainstorm, cold. A bowl of ginger soup is a breeze in the hot summer, a warmth in the snow, a concern and a concern. However, maternal love is like the sea, and maternal love is like water.

Motherly love is tireless care. How many times, in the dead of night, you studied hard, and when you were tired, a glass of milk had quietly arrived, but when you looked back, there was only a faint back. People can't help but think of the back of Zhu Ziqing's father.

I just want to say that the tall man has warm love from his mother. How many times, when you left home for school, you stood in front of the door with your mother's figure and commented on seeing me off with her concerned eyes. You wave your hand and say to yourself, mom, go home. I'll go. Motherly love is like this. It is not afraid of the tempering of time and the urging of time. It always gives people a warm feeling and never gets tired of it.

Motherly love is an endless exhortation. How many times, when I went out to play, my mother always kept nagging me to pay attention to safety, although she responded with impatient eyes and dismissive words. How many times, before entering the examination room, my mother always reminds me to be careful, although when she looks back at you, you have left her and entered the examination room without looking back. How many times has my mother seen your messy desk, and she can't help criticizing you for arranging it well, even though when she walked out of your room, you piled the books on the desk in a mess. Motherly love is like this. I am not afraid of the tempering of time and the urging of time. I will always remind you to correct your bad habits, whether you are ungrateful or not.

Motherly love is a language that is never boring. How many times, when I failed the exam, my mother always sat next to you, giving you analysis and cheering you up, instead of just blaming you like my father did. How many times, when you were bullied outside, my mother always held you gently in her arms, comforted you gently, inspired you with heartfelt words and gave you the courage to stand up. How many times, when you are depressed, my mother will always tell you the truth and give you the true meaning of life.

I still remember Mencius' "Wandering Son", "Only an inch of grass has a few feelings, holding three spring rays", and the contribution of maternal love is never equal to the return of maternal love. Motherly love in the world will not be reversed, but will be dedicated to future generations. Perhaps this is the greatness of maternal love. Mill once said that "maternal love is the greatest power in the world".

Mother is a big tree, and we are grass, which has covered a green shade for me; Mom is a pond, we are fish, give me a free world. Mother is sunshine, we are the protagonists in fairy tales, and our dreams will always be bright because of the sunshine. Although more than ten years have passed, the sunshine remains unchanged and the dream remains unchanged.

Just because mom raised the sun of love and lit up your whole world.

Prose 4 describes mother: a great mother has no sunshine or warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no us.

I want to thank my mother. Some people say: maternal love is great. I want to thank my mother for raising me, educating me and giving me the opportunity to come into this world.

When I was a child, my father worked outside and died unexpectedly. I was only three years old at that time, and my sister was only ten years old. It was my mother who educated me from a child who can't talk, walk and don't understand the world into a fifth-grade girl now. In order to make a living and take good care of our two sisters, my mother and my father combined.

Time flies, I am six years old. Mother said, "Son, you have to go to school." So she led me to sign up. Not long after, on the first day of school, she sent me to school. We have started our class, and she has been standing outside for a long time. My mother came to pick me up after school. From then on, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain or shine, she always delivers early and picks up late.

I still remember one time, my mother came to pick me up. Suddenly a big truck passed by, and it happened that mother's trouser legs were tightly intertwined with her bike. Seeing that it was about to hit, my mother quickly pulled open her trouser legs and escaped. Even so, she didn't change her habit of picking me up.

In the first grade, my mother sent me to school, told me to listen to the teacher, and left in a hurry. I also complained why she didn't accompany me for a while, even if it was only for a minute! But my mother is too busy to accompany me!

Another year has passed, and I am in Grade Two. People say I know a lot at the age of one. As for me, I still don't understand my mother's mind as before. Once, I was too lazy to do my homework. My mother patiently educated me and advised me. But I'm unreasonable. Not only did I not listen, but I also quarreled with her. Then I saw her eyes filled with tears.

In the third grade, we took two more courses. My mother is afraid that I am tired and always does this and that for me. Every day when I come home from school, she always asks me with concern: Are you tired? How's it going? Sometimes I complain to my mother about unhappy places in school. She always listens hard.

Now I am a girl of 12 years old and have started a new school year. After so many years, my mother is getting old, and there is a slight frost on her temples. I know my mother is very hard. Sometimes I will help her sweep the floor, wash the dishes, do what I can, and occasionally give her a massage. Whenever this time, my mother is very pleased to say: "My old girl has grown up and knows how to care about people." I am very happy to hear that. I know my mother is happier than me.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I want to repay my mother, study hard and be a useful person to society. This is my greatest gratitude to my mother.