Mother-child love composition 400 words

Growing up, I didn't like eating vegetables. My mother often tells me that eating vegetables can strengthen my body and make me eat more. But every time I hear this, I am impatient and always retort: "What's delicious about vegetables? It tastes bitter, but it doesn't smell like meat! " To this end, my mother racked her brains to find a way to make me eat vegetables. One night, she made my favorite fried meatballs. I am so excited. Bite by bite, after a while, I ate the whole plate of meatballs and licked my mouth. At this time, my mother smiled and said, "Honey, you ate very well!" " ! But didn't you say you wouldn't eat vegetables? I was surprised: "Do you have any vegetables?" I ate meatballs? "At this time, I specially made vegetable balls for you! Ah! Mom! You really mean well. From then on, I fell in love with eating vegetables. 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. 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!