800-word composition of maggots looking for their mothers

Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."

Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears. ...

After this incident, I understand that lying is wrong, and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless.

Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love.

Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although mother is not a saint, she uses her simple and kind side.