A composition about my mother. About 430 words

The greatest love in the world is the love from maternal love. Mother's heart is pure, and every supreme mother has the most sincere love. There is a sincere love hidden.

Mom has a pair of bright eyes, and her black hair is mixed with a few silver hairs, which may be a testimony to her hard life.

Other mothers are very concerned about their children, and my mother is no exception.

I remember it was a winter afternoon and I came home from school. It's raining hard. I always feel top-heavy when I go upstairs. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back. Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.

Mom, I want to say to you: in the dead of night, your words often echo in my ears; Whether it is greeting, caring, questioning or reprimanding, it is so kind and warm. Do you know that?/You know what? My daughter also has a lot to say to you. ...

Mom, you are really tired; Always see your busy figure, busy at work, busy at home and selfless. Every time my father and I lie on the sofa and watch TV leisurely, you are always away, either at work or at work.

Every time you go home, you are always busy cooking delicious food. You don't even rest on weekends, and you work late into the night every day. Every time I come to grandma's house, I always cook after I finish my work and then help me with my study. You never rest in my eyes; Mom, please have a rest. Every time I see another silver hair on your head, my daughter is very distressed; Every time I see the wrinkles on your forehead, my daughter's heart will be shocked This is the trace of time and the mark of hard work. Mom, you have a rest; Don't be so tired; I will help you with housework when I go home. I will send you a cup of hot tea when you go to work. I will take good care of my grandmother when you are busy. I will do my own study well. I will never let you worry. I will always be considerate of you, mom. ...

Mom, thank you for your cultivation and concern for me. This is from the heart. Since I was 5 years old, you sent me to learn painting despite the heat, you found me a teacher to learn piano, and you cultivated me from childhood with your heart, which made me who I am today. Although I can't be called excellent and outstanding in my studies, I have my own skills, which are all earned by your sweat and hard work. ...

Mom, you are like my friend, a bosom friend; You never read my diary, you never read my short messages, you rarely lose your temper with me, you never hit me, even if there is any serious problem, you communicate with me, educate me, influence me, and eliminate mutual contradictions and misunderstandings, just like a pair of intimate friends, sometimes they will feel closer after quarreling. ...

Mom, my daughter is deeply sorry for you. Sometimes I will make you angry, sometimes I will do something wrong, sometimes I will break your heart because of my willfulness, and sometimes I will worry you because of my unsatisfactory academic performance. ...

Mom, don't worry, I won't do it again. I won't let you down ...

Mom, thank you for giving me life, let me come to this world and feel the beauty of this world.

Mom, thank you for your painstaking efforts to train me and let me receive such a good education; Thank you for every sweet meal you cooked for me, for your care when I was sick, for every sweater you knitted for me, for every dress you sewed for me, for standing by my side to give me another encouragement when I was frustrated, and for every vicissitudes you experienced for me.

My mother, like a diligent gardener, took great pains to cultivate me. My mother worries about me, works hard for me and encourages me constantly. I only hope that one day, I can become extraordinary in the ordinary. In a word, my mother's devotion and love to me are hard to measure. I will study hard and honor my mother.