An essay on maternal love

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love.

The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.

I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says it will rain today ... uh-huh ... you'd better take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.

In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother and took my umbrella with me this morning. Only now did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. It is impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that we have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, the bell rang, and I slowly packed my bag. I walked to the window and listened, but I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some of the students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain, shouting: The feeling of being caught in the rain is really cool! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents are not coming anyway. I squeezed out the "parent wall" and continued to fly in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe a handful of rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "This familiar voice sounds a little weak, and it rings in my ear again." Mom! " "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped in a hurry. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, take the umbrella away quickly." I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had already been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that my mother's face is getting paler and paler, holding her cold hand, and I only feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky. Motherly love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood. When it comes to "mom's concern", we have to talk about mom learning to cook.

Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to eat for my health, so she had to bite the bullet and learn to cook. Since then, as long as there are colleagues who can cook in books and TV programs related to cooking, my mother has never let go. I was distressed to see my mother's delicate hands cut and burned, but my mother refused to give up. As the saying goes, many things grind. My mother can not only cook now, but also often make some nutritious food suitable for children, which attracts all the children in the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner. But behind these, only I know best what my mother did!

Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor ... Agreed.

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2011-9-11:49 709302749 | Level 3

Story: Many years ago, a father and a mother wanted to go on holiday, so they decided to go to town at night. They invited the people they trusted most to look after the children. When the nanny came, even their children had fallen asleep in bed. So the nanny just checked whether the child slept well and sat down.

Late at night, the nanny felt bored and wanted to go downstairs and watch TV. But she can't watch it because there is no TV downstairs (because parents don't want their children to watch too much garbage). She called the children's parents and asked if they could watch TV in the bedroom. Of course, the parents of the child agreed.

But the nanny wants one last request. She asked if she could cover the clown statue with a blanket or clothes, because it scared her.

There was a silence on the phone for a while.

(At this moment, Dad is talking to the nanny. )

He said, Take the children out of the room. ...

We'll call the police ... we've never seen a clown statue.

That clown is probably a murderer who escaped from prison.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

She asked if she could cover the clown statue with a blanket or clothes, because it scared her.

There was a silence on the phone for a while.

(At this moment, Dad is talking to the nanny. )

He said, Take the children out of the room. ...

We'll call the police ... we've never seen a clown statue.

That clown is probably a murderer who escaped from prison.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

(The father of the child who is talking to the nanny) said: Take the child out of this house ... we will inform the police ... we don't have a clown statue. ...

Children and nannies were murdered by clowns.

The clown turned out to be a murderer who escaped from prison. If you don't forward this post within 5 minutes, this clown will stand in front of your bed with a knife at 3 am and agree.

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2011-9-1120: 42 Yang Yasheng | Level 3

That maternal love remains in my heart.

5? 12 after the Wenchuan earthquake, news reports and pictures from the disaster area have been lingering in people's minds. People lament the fragility and tenacity of life. Countless touching scenes let us re-examine the world we are used to, re-measure the distance between greatness and ordinary, and re-recognize the brilliance of human nature and true love.

Mother, the greatest person in the world, maternal love is an eternal topic in the world.

The earthquake happened on the first day after Mother's Day, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the lives and hearts of countless mothers. That is a woman who has just been a mother for three or four months. When she was found, there was no trace of life. When she died, she still kept her knees on the ground, and the whole upper body crawled forward, supporting her body with her hands and protecting her baby with her body. "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." This is the last sentence she left to her child by text message, which is the best proof of a mother's unreserved love for her child. Or a baby of 3 or 4 months, or a mother who is far away from the world. She held her beloved child in her arms. When people found them, the children were lucky to be alive, and their red faces were in sharp contrast with their mothers' faces.

Death means that they will never hear their children say to them rationally, "Mom, I love you!" " "

Those mothers who lost their souls lost their beloved children forever, and their pain made everyone who saw them heartache. Take a wooden comb, son, and let mom comb your hair for the last time! Climb up the ruins and call your name, child, child, answer! Mom is waiting for you! Hold the hand of the dead child and shake it silently. Wake up! Kid! Open your eyes! Mom is by your side!

How many teachers died under the ruins in this earthquake? There are many mothers among them. There is such a mother as a teacher. Saved thirteen students, but was ruthlessly taken away by death, leaving a one-and-a-half-year-old daughter. A mother and son are staring at both sides of the glass. They are victims. At the same time, mother is also a medical worker. She wants to wake up from the grief of the "small family" and devote herself to the help of "everyone". She conveyed her apologies to the children with her eyes, but she was so determined.

They are only a small part of hundreds of millions of mothers, but their greatness is enough to shine on our hearts. We have praised their love countless times. But every time we don't accept its touch! As Roman Roland said: Motherly love is a huge flame. Wenchuan earthquake, a lot of selfless maternal love appeared in a short time. The heat they give off heats our hearts. In fact, my mother's love for us is also great at ordinary times, but we take it for granted and rarely. So we should repay our mother in ordinary dribs and drabs. Help mom with housework, hit her back, and care more about her. Don't let mom worry, it's also the best reward for mom.

Mom, dear mom, maternal love is absolutely invisible. She propped up the sky, paved the road and set up the sail with her weak body.

Mother, lovely mother, in such an era that people always criticize "people are not old", maternal love is still the main theme of true feelings.

Mother, dear mother, she is great in the ordinary and blooms in the wind and rain.

Stand back, stick to it, and don't make moms cry again! agree

2011-9-14 20: 37 Lalaling | Level 6

I wrote my own composition in the space of 289850435, which is true and will never be copied! I will leave the city where I lived in 1989 forever tomorrow, and I feel very uncomfortable. I don't know where to tell the past bits and pieces. I have a mother, whom we call my mother. I am 48 years old and have not graduated from primary school. We always ask her what grade she is in. She always tells us with a simple smile: I have never studied. We don't understand this. A person who has never read a book can still read a newspaper. Even if she doesn't know some words, even if she can read a report with a cross for hours on end, it won't affect her attention at all! She is very cute and loves to read legal reports. Every time there is a legal newspaper, she is always cheerful. She gave a symbolic dry cough before watching the program, and then quickly sat in front of the TV and stared. Even if there is something cooking in the pot, what's the harm? Every time I tell my brother and sister that watching less TV is bad for their eyes, she can wait for the weekly police time and space on time. Watching "Police Time and Space" and "Legal Report" have the same symbolic habit: sucking her nose ... I don't understand why watching legal programs always has symbolic actions. I guess it should be a hint of happiness! My old lady is very old this year, her hair is gray and her face is red. She sewed my clothes and asked me to thread her needle. She always likes to say that when I was young, for example, the other day, we ate meat, and then I suggested that I save some meat for my father. I jokingly said to my old lady: When I grow up, I will definitely eat everything I had when I was a child. My mother said, no, you knew it was good or bad when you were young, and you would leave something for your father to eat. ..... Every time a relative comes to my house, my mother always tells her relatives: What my little son said (followed by what I once said), and always tells her relatives: I can't remember what my little son said, but my dear mother still remembers it, and takes it as her motto and keeps it in her mind forever. Yesterday, I asked my mother to help me pack half a bowl of rice. But my mother secretly served me a big bowl of rice. I asked in a reproachful tone: Is this called a half bowl? My mother said solemnly, it's half a bowl, not half a bowl. Give it a name! Only half a bowl. ..... Ha ha, my god, still quibbling. In her eyes, giving a child a bowl of rice is half a bowl. So, dear mother, I thank you. I can't praise you eloquently. I can only say thank you, thank you for your customized half bowl of rice, and thank you for being kind to my second son as always. I have a wife in the future. If she dares to be disobedient or filial to bully you, I told my mother the day before yesterday: I haven't eaten beef for a long time. Buy some beef to relieve my thirst. I cooked beef at noon. I am very happy to watch me eat while eating vegetables. I was very angry. Why not eat? As if it were all mine, I gave it to her, but she said angrily, what are you doing? Who wants you to take it? Have you never eaten beef? ..... Yes, you have eaten beef, and I forgot. Last time my mother asked me to go to a relative's house for dinner. After drinking some wine, I fell asleep soon after I got home. My mother secretly asked me the next day: "Second son, I heard that you have a girlfriend?" I was puzzled and asked, No, why do you ask? She secretly smiled and said, don't lie to me, yes, what are you afraid of? ..... She said I was drunk last night and kept telling them what my girlfriend's name was and where my home was ... Hehe, liar, even if I was drunk, I knew what I said, and I didn't say anything at all. Hehe, I knew I didn't believe it. I just laughed over there and couldn't stand you. Hehe, you want to lie to me. Do you want to find a wife? Ha ha! I feel uncomfortable every time I go to a relative's house for dinner. Every time I eat, my mom and dad always blame me for putting my legs down. If I go to my father-in-law's house for dinner in the future, what will it be like to put my legs on the chair ... Every time I always argue: What if I am at my father's house, now I am at home ... Yes, I am at home, I have you, I have a family, and I .. ..