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Love in the rain

It's raining, I think of you, my mother, and that rainy day ... I just want to say sorry to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "

Sunday is the time for sketch class. You came all the way from the classroom to see me off. But the weather was bad and suddenly it began to rain. You pedal your bike hard, and the rain as big as peas falls on your face, clothes and glasses. Sweat also slipped from your face, and you were still riding hard. I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern, "Don't call me. You just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch a cold again. " I was speechless and had to keep hitting me with my umbrella. When I arrived at school and saw no one around, I began to panic: Don't miss class today! My mother gave up taking a nap in class to see me off, but if I want my mother to take me home again now, isn't that fooling around? I jumped out of the car and asked the doorman. After asking, I just felt like a bolt from the blue. I almost had a "heart attack". It was terrible. There was no class today! I walked up to you and whispered, "Sorry, Mom, there is no sketch class today." After hearing this, you are still cheerful. Thoughtfully, you kindly pointed to my nose and said, "I knew there might be no class today, but I was afraid that class would delay your study, you idiot." I will take you home again! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you have to go to work?" I walked home by myself. "You said with a smile," you a person to go home, I can rest assured that the parents? "Get in the car!" I got on the bus as promised. Along the way, the road was smooth and bumpy, and I somehow felt particularly guilty, especially sorry for my mother. But my mouth is like super glue, and I can't open it. Even if you open it, your throat won't make a sound.

When I got home, I stood at the entrance of the building, watching your fading figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog. I suddenly realized how great you are. ...

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Unforgettable fire

Fire, with beautiful colors, is also frightening. But in the face of the fire, my mother is not afraid.

One morning, I woke up to find that the door of my house and the wall of the corridor were all black, and the air was filled with a faint smell of coke. I was shocked to see this scene. Later, I learned what happened last night through my neighbors and my mother.

Last night, the switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and struck a light. Soon, the fire broke out. The fire burned wantonly and smoke billowed. Here comes the fire truck. Knock on the door to evacuate the crowd. At this time, my mother woke up, too. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up while I was sleeping. But because I just finished dancing class and was very tired, I slept like a log. No matter how my mother screams and pushes, she just can't wake me up. My mother wants to run with me, but I am too heavy, which is far beyond my mother's ability. So, my mother made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me. Mother soaked two towels, covering my nose and mouth and herself. My mother held me like this, without thinking that I was waiting for the arrival of life. Fortunately, the firemen put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mother and I were saved!

Mother described the composition lightly, as if she didn't take the fire at night seriously at all. But at this moment, I can't listen anymore, and tears blur my vision.

In a flash, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can keep mother from shrinking in the face of blazing fire? What power can make my mother face the danger of death and accompany me to face the fire? I think this may be maternal love. Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is true after all. The power of maternal love is great, that is, the mother is brave in the face of fire. Actually, my mother can put me down and run for her life alone. But she didn't. In do or die, let my mother hold me and give me strength. Escape is human instinct, but we can only give in before selfless maternal love. Motherly love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility. It is true that "only mothers are good in the world". When you are injured or in danger, mother will open her arms, give you strength and give you warmth.

A friend in need is a true friend, and a mother who talks at ordinary times will be fearless in front of the fire, probably because of that thick maternal love!

Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother, "I want to travel around the world with singing." Mother just smiled without saying a word, standing alone in the wind, looking thoughtfully at the white dandelion flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and the farthest star in the sky was always my destination. She said that she would always support me. At that time, my heart was only vaguely aware of my mother's understanding, but at that time I was young and ignorant, but I never realized my mother's reluctance and pity when she spoke.

Time has lengthened my figure, and when I grow up, I have re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispels the remnants of the night, when the sunset is swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother walks quickly on the path in the field with farm tools on her back, and neither light nor darkness can stop her footsteps; When the sky is full of stars, my classmates and I are playing and chasing under the moon, my mother is knitting her love into my sweater one by one; On a cold winter day, when I was laughing by the fire in a warm down jacket, my mother was scrubbing clothes with her swollen hands in cold water. ……

So, my heart was deeply touched and hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, is my dream far away? Can I still travel around the world singing?

"Thanksgiving"! Rational thinking gives me sacred life. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy her family? Or break out of your own world first, and then let your mother enjoy the rest of her life?

The morning sun has risen slowly, and it is a new day. I rearranged my thoughts and asked me rationally, "How can you repay me if you don't have a solid arm?" ? You don't have the ability to survive, how dare you repay me? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness ... "I still can't take it easy. I am ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young, and I am more confused and now I know how to repay kindness.

At this time, my mother said that she hoped that I would forge a pair of hard wings, cultivate the courage to travel around the world alone, and then build my own future, which was her greatest comfort. She said she would keep a quiet harbor for me, where there is a steady stream of love, and I will always be her concern at any time.

I was suddenly enlightened, and gratitude, like a sacred life, inspired me to travel around the world and create my own new world. I will use my sacred life to create the future, like dandelion seeds flying far away, bearing the love and kindness of my mother, flying to the horizon, landing, taking root, sprouting and flowering. At that time, I will hold a new world for my mother with tears, and she will show the most touching smile in the world. (I hope it's useful to you. Here's another one.)

Motherly love is a sachet that brings blessings to children; Motherly love is a fire, which fills the heart with warmth; Motherly love is a candle dedicated to beauty and selflessness ... whenever I savor the deepest maternal love, I can't help but think of my mother, that kind face and that vivid and tortuous childhood past.

Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I feel it with my heart. Only in this way can I be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. And this year's Mother's Day, I remembered another philosopher's words: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me. ...

There is a kind of love, which is the most selfless love in the world; There is a kind of pay, which is the most sincere pay in the world; There is a kind of care, which is the most permanent care in the world. This is everything that mother gives us. Motherly love is silent; Maternal love is delicate; Mother's love is great; Motherly love is eternal.

Everyone came into this world in October after his mother was pregnant with him. Since the birth of a small life, the mother's responsibility seems so heavy, and she shoulders the growth and continuation of life. Some pregnant women who are new mothers have a particularly violent reaction during pregnancy, even vomiting, and can't eat anything, but they still hold on for the sake of the children in their bellies. I don't know what it's like to lie on the delivery bed, but I guess expectation must be accompanied by pain. Maybe only mothers can discuss it. With the crying of the baby in October, all the pain seems so powerless, and the pain is turned into happiness in an instant. Perhaps because of motherhood, they take care of them carefully, just like flowers and plants in a greenhouse, and every touch is so soft. Children's growth is inseparable from their mothers' care and love. They can eat and dress well for their children, and even be stingy with themselves, but they will never treat their children badly.

With the growth of children, the mother's road is hard, but she never gives in when facing difficulties. She devoted all the love of her life to her children. But as a young girl, I always feel that my mother likes me the least among our sisters, so it is inevitable that she has some resentment, doesn't understand my mother, and often hurts my mother intentionally or unintentionally. It was not until I grew up, left my hometown, missed my mother, and recalled the past, that I felt that my mother treated every child with the same love, because every child was the meat that my mother had dropped. Every time I get a call from my mother, I feel a kind of warmth from my heart. I think it's hard to find anyone else to give me this feeling except my mother. Perhaps only by staying away from and missing your relatives can you know how to cherish your family. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time is in a hurry and the days with my parents are so short. It is because I feel the rush of time that I cherish every minute with my parents. Listening to my mother tell me about the recent situation at home is what I want to listen to every time I go home. And my mother must ask me questions, and I also have a summary: First, are you busy at work? Are you tired? Second: personal problems. I know my mother's mind, and I hope I can have a good home as soon as possible, so as to end her parents' wishes. Even for my parents, I want to find my share of happiness as soon as possible. My mother is old now, her face is wrinkled, and the black hair on her head has gradually turned into silver. I know that it is the witness of my mother's vicissitudes of life and her hardships. Although we have grown up, in the eyes of my mother, we will always be children. Children who have not grown up still give us endless care.

Mother gave us not only life, but also the grace of nurturing. That great love, I think, I can't repay it all my life, let alone return it. I know there are many words to describe my mother, and there are also many words to describe maternal love, such as greatness, broadness, kindness, kindness and so on, so I can't find a more accurate word to describe my mother, but I know the truth of "the crow feeds back" and "the lamb kneels on its chest", so I will try my best to repay my mother's warmth and care. I also hope that all children in the world can be kind to the elderly and their mothers.

mother love

Maternal love is great, maternal love is simple, and maternal love is the purest and selfless love in the world. It shines in my heart like a ray of warm sunshine; Just like sweet milk moistens me-this hungry seedling; It is like an umbrella in rainy days, giving one side a clear sky without rain; It is like a lamp in the middle of the night, giving me a unique light ... Every loving mother in the world loves her children deeply.

I remember when I was in fifth grade, one night, I suddenly felt headache, nausea and burning throat. "Cough" badly, mother heard it, and quickly came over and asked, "What's wrong with the child?" "Mom, I don't feel well," I said weakly. Mother touched my forehead with her hand. "Ah, why is it so hot?" Mom quickly found cotton balls and alcohol. She wiped my whole body with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to cool down. But mom rubbed it several times and the effect was still not obvious. Mother frowned when she saw that the high fever persisted and she looked anxious. She quickly called her sleeping father, and they decided to go to Lily Hospital. Dad picked me up and hurried to the hospital. At one or two in the middle of the night, all the doctors in the hospital fell asleep. My mother knocked on the door of the emergency room eagerly, braved the biting cold wind, and my mother didn't seem to feel cold at all, so she put her cotton-padded jacket on me. I lie on my father's back and feel his back is so warm. After the doctor diagnosed me, he gave me a prescription and an injection. I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in a daze and found my mother still sitting next to me, her eyes bloodshot. It was already dawn, and I knew my mother must have stayed up all night. When she saw me awake, she quickly asked, "Ruixuan, are you better?" Hungry? Mom will buy you anything you want to eat. "I nodded my head. A smile appeared on mother's face. Looking at my mother's distant figure, my eyes are moist.

Another time, I failed in the exam. I think my mother will definitely blame me. My mother attaches great importance to my study. Usually she is very strict with my study, and I have to correct any mistakes. How should I explain this test paper to my mother? I feel that I have more than a dozen buckets in my heart, so I walk home casually, hoping to get home later and get less criticism. I feel that the road today is particularly short. When I got home, I said to my mother carefully, "I didn't do well in the English exam this time." I was careless. " My mother said earnestly, "I just know what's wrong." It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam this time. I believe you will do well in the next exam. I look forward to your good news. " With my mother's encouragement, my grades came up soon. Every time I think about it, I can't forget my mother's expectant eyes.

As far as I can remember, my mother is always so hard and busy, getting up early and getting greedy all day, and she is tireless. Ah! Mom, I really want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " ""Mom, I love you! "What sentence can be simpler than this and can better express my feelings at this time?

I have been calling for a long time, please accept it.