Write a composition of brothers and sisters (500 words)

There are countless true feelings in our life: friendship, affection and so on, but I think the most precious thing in the world is maternal love.

My mother is a professional woman and undertakes heavy tasks in the unit. Because my father is busy at work and can't go home often, the task of taking care of my grandmother and me falls on my mother. Every day when she comes home from work, she has to do housework, take care of the life of the whole family and help me study. Tired as she is, she never complains.

I remember when I was five years old, my grandmother and I went to visit relatives in Handan. I don't want to get acute enteritis when I first arrived in Handan, and my stomach hurts badly. I have to be hospitalized immediately. I was lying in the hospital bed, thinking that if only my mother could be by my side! I really hope to see my mother and hear her voice at once, but I understand that my mother works in Shijiazhuang, hundreds of miles away. How can she come whenever she wants? Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes, it was dark all around. I vaguely saw a familiar figure by the bed. "Mom, is that you?" She nodded her head. Ah! My eyes were moist and tears welled up.

It turned out that after I fell asleep, my grandmother called my mother. After finishing the work, my mother hurried to the railway station without dinner. By the time she got to Handan, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. That night, in order to protect me from infusion, she hardly slept a wink. She took my temperature for a while and gave me a cold compress with a towel for a while. The next morning, my mother saw that my fever had gone down, so she dragged herself back to work.

My mother not only cares about me in life, but also often tells me the truth of being a man.

Once, my mother and I went shopping and saw an old man in rags begging in the street. Pedestrians on the road bypassed him like a plague, so I quickly covered my nose and stepped forward. My mother grabbed me and said, "give this dollar to the old man!" " I stared and cocked my head and asked, "Didn't you read the report in the newspaper?" What if he is a liar? "Mom said happily," I didn't expect my son to be very vigilant! "But what if he's not a liar?" Looking at my puzzled look, my mother went on to say, "there are indeed some people in society who use people's kindness to cheat money." But this is an old man who has no ability to work! If he had a warm home, filial children and a safe life, would he go begging in the street in such a cold day? Will you never buy rice for the poisonous rice on the market? In the same way, you can't lose kindness because there are scammers in society. " After listening to my mother's words, I felt a little hot on my face and put it in the jar in the old man's hand.

From the dribs and drabs of life, I not only feel the selflessness of maternal love, but also learn a lot about being a man. I am very happy to have a good mother.