Mother's love composition

Chapter 1: Motherly love

Dear mother:

Hello! I have been in this world for more than ten years. During these ten years, you have been a mother for me silently. But you never received a gift from your daughter. As the calendar turns, it's your birthday again, and my daughter won't let you down again.

This is my first time to write to you. There is no gorgeous language here, only the word "gratitude" that I want to say to you. I am honored to have you as a great mother by my side. Although you don't have outstanding talent and distant knowledge, your simple and profound virtue always educates me, which makes me always inspired and understand the truth of being a man all my life, and benefits me every day.

since kindergarten, you have always cared about me and educated me. You will pick me up every day, rain or shine. You always put my affairs first and your own affairs second. After the first grade, I have to go to school early every day. Every time I stay in bed and don't get up, I'm going to be late. I'm still lazy to eat cookies, but you are like ants in your pants, buying breakfast for me in a hurry. The ex& is coming, and you are more nervous than I am. You have told me that stationery should be ready, you should answer questions carefully, and you should check it well & & . When I came home with excellent grades, it was no big deal for you. You said earnestly: There is no end to learning, don't be complacent, make persistent efforts!

Thank you for giving me life and giving me the opportunity to pursue happiness, feel happiness and realize the value of life. Thank you for raising me, being the first teacher of my life, and teaching me how to live and how to be grateful. Yes, without sunshine, there would be no warmth of days; Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there is no self. These are simple truths that no one will understand, but we often lack a grateful mind and psychology.

Today, I am here to express my sincere determination to you: When you are tired again, I will help you to rest by the bed for a while, bring you tea, beat your legs, talk to you about the essence of the day, and tell you about the clouds in the day, which will make you feel relaxed like a rainbow. This is what I should do! Later, when I want to be willful and have a small temper, if I want to pay for everything you have done for me, my little waywardness will disappear, but I feel deep guilt and self-blame. After all these years, I am most grateful to you! Every step of my growth is accompanied by your hard work. Everything you have done is for me. Without your efforts, I wouldn't be who I am today. I can't do anything now. I can only sincerely say thank you!

I wish you good health, smooth work and happiness every day!

Your favorite daughter: XXX

Part II: Composition about maternal love

The color of maternal love is colorless. It is not doped with any impurities, does not bear the heart of fortune, and does not retain any clothes of the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother and his daughter. It's late at night, and everything is so quiet under the moonlight. In the room, under the orange light, I struggled out of the sea of questions. Rubbing tired eyes, through the light, is still the familiar action, still tirelessly knitting my sweater, knitting her responsibility and deep love. It's 12 o'clock, and I feel distressed and say, "Mom, go to bed early! Your health is not good, so how can you stand staying up late? " She just smiled. There are still things to do tomorrow. I don't care, it's you. Now you are studying harder and harder. Pay attention to the combination of work and rest. In a flash, I suddenly found that the traces of years had climbed up my mother's face and cheeks, and my mother's expression was so safe under the light. "Come and try this one!" Mother's soft words interrupted my sight. I put on the pink sweater carefully under her gaze. Mother watched me put it on and became more and more happy, as if my behavior was the best compliment to her. Mother went back to her room with satisfaction. Her steps became more and more faltering, and her back was bent. She knitted her love into my sweater with a needle and thread, and she was busy chopping wood in summer.

The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, and the wheat waves are rolling and beating against the distant mountains. The clouds in the sky dominate everything in the world, and the hot air is floating, floating across the fields, blowing the smell of ripe wheat. The hot summer came at this time, and this is the hardest time for my mother in a year. She worked hard in the fields, hitting her waist gently with her backhand from time to time. I will always remember clearly that time when I sent water to the field, my mother's arched waist blended with the wheat waves, and the sweat had already soaked her clothes, but she was still working forgetfully. I approached her and she found me. When she saw me coming, a childlike smile appeared on her face in an instant, and immediately she was greeted by me. In the blink of an eye, it was winter again. On the vast fields, the north wind was rolling, the vegetation was yellow, and the Sunday was cold. Nature presented a chaotic scene, boundless and lonely. Even in this winter, she didn't stop in a hurry. When all is silent, there are still her footprints on the thick back of the earth. Who dare say that the children like the weak filial piety, can repay the love of the mother like spring SUNSHINE IN SPRING?

The night is quiet again, and the soft moonlight is all over the cool night. I am still enjoying the masterpieces of celebrities and swimming in the ocean of knowledge under the light. Gently, an elegant fragrance attacks people, and suddenly I look up. Mom made me a cup of hot tea. She stunned my thin and transparent meditation and crept through every movement. The tea was still swirling in the cup, and the fragrance was overflowing. The night is still leisurely, the night is silent, and everything is in the fragrance of tea.

Chapter 3: Endless maternal love

If I were a poet, I would express my maternal love with the most beautiful poem; If I were a painter, I would use the most charming painting to outline maternal love; If I were a singer, I would sing the praises of maternal love with the most beautiful ballad. However, the only thing I can do now is to express my deep respect for that great and noble maternal love with this composition. That day, I dragged my tired body on the way home. As soon as my tiptoes entered the house, my mother greeted me and asked me endlessly about the recent situation at school. My eyes showed a feeling of impatience. This is my already fidgety heart, which is even more fidgety. I interrupted my mother and accused her discontentedly: OK, OK, I'm fine, so don't ask again. I'm tired enough, so don't bother me. Mother was shocked at this, but without saying anything, she turned and left gently. Immediately, I also did my own thing.

after a few minutes, my mother crept open the door with a cup of warm tea for fear of disturbing me. Then, he said to me faintly: Have a cup of tea and warm yourself up, son! I took the tea rather coldly, but suddenly I saw my mother's yellow, nicked, rough and unsmooth hands. Are they really these hands? Did these hands really hold my hand and teach me to write one by one? Is it really that these hands once patted me and put me to sleep? Is it true that these hands have sewed clothes for me stitch by stitch?

However, how could my mother's hands have changed so much when they were not soft and white? Oh, I see, the' notch' on my mother's hands is the ring that witnessed my growth, the crack on my mother's hands is the evidence that I was rude to my mother, and the rough skin that fell from my mother's hands is the bit of meat that I cut off from my mother's heart! Mother gave me her youth bit by bit, and gave me her life minute by minute. It was I who took away my mother's mood for love and her wonderful life. I feel like a sinner!

just now, I threw my mother's love into the trash can mercilessly, and regarded this love as a burden. It suddenly occurred to me that I was wrong, so wrong. I couldn't control myself at once and threw myself into my mother's arms. I finally cried and said this sentence: Mom, I love you!

only I know that the warm tea my mother handed me is no longer an ordinary cup of warm tea, but a heart that cares for my children. And I am proud of saying five words that others may never say in their lives.

article 4: composition on the topic of maternal love

maternal love is a drop of bitter sweat. It was a very hot summer night. I was enjoying the coolness brought by the electric fan, when the light suddenly flashed a few times, followed by boundless darkness. "Hey, why is the power cut off?" "Really, it doesn't stop at night, and it stops at this hot time." I snapped my teeth. "Stop complaining and go outside to enjoy the cool!" Mother comforted me and said. So our family sat outside under the starry sky, but we didn't appreciate the leisure of the stars at all. Although the paper fan kept fanning in my hands, the sweat on my forehead was like rain, and I seemed to be pushed into the oven. Mother's brow was locked and she looked a little sad. "I have to go to school tomorrow? Go to sleep quickly, and you won't feel hot when you fall asleep. " This well-meaning persuasion made me reluctantly agree to go to bed. I tossed and turned in bed, lying down, lying down and getting up again. No matter what posture I feel uncomfortable, I can't sleep. "Come to a gust of wind, come to a gust of wind!" I keep saying that in my mouth. I can't keep my eyes open. I'm so tired. "Come with a gust of wind, wind, come with rice!" I prayed silently. A breeze blows slowly, like a mother's hand stroking, which is really comfortable!

I really hope this gust of wind will never pass, as if I can call the wind and call the rain, and there are always cool winds coming according to my heart. Soon, I entered a sweet dream. I dreamed that I went to R Holland, which is a beautiful country. Fangcao has shown great vitality in the bright sunshine. There are all kinds of flowers among the grass, like eyes and stars, which are still blinking. Cows enjoy the unique pasture carefree, and cry aloud between heaven and earth. I stood on a hill, looking at the windmill that turned with the wind and enjoying the cool breeze from the Atlantic Ocean. It was really very sad. Suddenly, a drop of water hit my forehead. Is it raining? I woke up slowly, only to find that it was a dream. But the cool wind hasn't dispersed yet, and when I was wondering, another drop of water hit my face. I opened my eyes and vaguely saw my mother sitting by, but my vision was blurred. I rubbed my eyes so that I could see clearly. The first thing I saw was my mother's kind figure. Her forehead was full of sweat, and her eyes were closed and her hands gently waved a paper fan, bringing bursts of loving wind, but she was full of sweat. My heart trembled suddenly, and tears lingered in my eyes. I closed my eyes tightly to prevent tears from flowing out.

article 5: composition on maternal love

mom, I was wrong. You made me understand tolerance. You made me know the greatness of maternal love. I am grateful to you all my life. Inscription "Bang" I slammed the door and covered the quilt. Darkness surrounded the whole body, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at me, and cold tears crossed my cheeks and stung my heart.

Time goes back to 7: 54 on August 29th, 29. I am happily watching The Legend of the Sword and the Chivalrous Man, holding a watermelon in one hand and munching on it. It's really pleasant!

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman caught my eye. She had slippers in her hand, and her face seemed to be about to be thundered, and she looked like a cockroach.

"Do you still have leisure to watch TV?" She scolded me.

"Today is summer vacation, so why should you be so strict!" I replied disdainfully.

"Ha ha" she couldn't help laughing, quite like lion roars. The volume is as high as 12 decibels, and I'm afraid even the president in the United States can hear it.

"Ha ha" I also echoed the voice and answered blows with blows.

"Today is August 29th, and school will start in two days. You could have sold your summer homework!"

"oh? I will come as soon as I go. " I flew into the study.

7: 5.

8: 12.

8: 54.

"it's done!" I threw away my summer homework and looked intently: "Hehe, at 11: 21, I did it for three and a half hours!" I can refresh the Guinness book of continuous homework! " Before I jumped back to TV, I began to enjoy the series again.

the "di-"TV is in a dead state.

"how come it's you again? My homework is finished! " I replied to the uninvited guest.

"Look, what is this word? Don't tell me it's Martian. It's crawling like a dog. " She roared.

"You guessed it!" I exclaimed and clapped my hands at the same time.

Next, a war broke out, which was even fiercer than World War II!

The sun has set in the East China Sea, and my heart has sunk in the South China Sea. In the morning, I vaguely heard the sound of coins hitting.

"Have you forgotten the 84th family war yesterday?" It's obviously dad's voice.

"oh! I forgot that long ago. I'm going to buy breakfast for my son. " She said softly. But I heard it loud and clear.

"I have raised him for 14 years, let him buy it himself!" "

"let him sleep more! Doing homework will be exciting! " Then, "Bang-"came the door closing sound, "Yes! Doing homework is for yourself! It's not for mom, I still quarrel with her, damn it! " I blame myself.

article 6: my mother

mother, she is the greatest person in the world: she gave me life, he let me receive education, and since I was born, she has taken care of me bit by bit, so I can't help thanking her for it. It is impossible for everyone to get such a vigorous and unforgettable maternal love, but from my mother's subtle concern for my life, I can see that my mother is so kind to me.

My mother, like most mothers, likes to nag. I may get bored, but she will never get cold. But when I come home after studying at night, she always tells me to put on more clothes tomorrow. At the same time, she folds the clothes from my closet and puts them on my bedside. Of course, I don't listen to her sometimes, and naturally I catch a cold in a few days; When the weather is hot, she will tell me to wear less. In order to prevent me from disobeying her, she will take pains to check how much I wear every morning like a security check. It's been like this for more than a dozen years!

My mother always likes to sleep late, but since I entered junior high school, she has got up earlier than me almost every morning. While waking me up, she hastily prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen. Only on the weekend morning, when she saw me sleeping soundly and not getting up, she quietly closed the door for me just to let me have a rest.

My mother likes to scold me, and I know that she is actually caring about me. Whenever she finds out that I have done something wrong, she will come over and slap me twice and then scold me hard. My mother hates to see me dull. She wants me to be as lively as other children, even