Motherly love is a sachet, bringing blessings to children; Maternal love is a fire that fills the heart with warmth; A mother's love is a candle, a beautiful and selfless offering. Whenever I savor the profound mother's love, I can't help thinking of my mother, that kind face, and that vivid and tortuous childhood past.
Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I try my best to understand and feel that I am qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. This year's Mother's Day, I thought of a philosopher who said that flowers: Mother is an endless book. 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 payment, which is the most sincere payment in the world; There is a kind of care, which is the most permanent care in the world. This is all that our mother gives us. Mother's love is silent; Mother's love is exquisite; Mother's love is great; Mother's love is everlasting.
Everyone came to the world through her mother's pregnancy in October. From the birth of a small life, the mother's responsibility becomes so heavy, and she is shouldering the growth and continuation of life. Some pregnant women who have just become mothers have extremely severe reactions during pregnancy, even vomit and can't eat anything, but they have to persevere for the sake of their children. When lying on the delivery bed, I don't know what kind of mood it should be, but I guess it must be accompanied by pain. Maybe only as a mother is qualified to discuss all this. The torment of October is accompanied by the crying of the baby. All the pain is so thin, and it turns pain into happiness in an instant. Maybe it is because of motherhood. Their careful care is like treating the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. Every touch is so soft. The growth of children can not be separated from the mother's care and care. They can even be mean to themselves for their children to eat well and dress well, but they never treat their children badly.
With the growth of the child, the mother's road is hard, but the mother never gave in when facing difficulties. She devoted all her life's love to her children. But as a young girl, I always felt that among our sisters, I was the one that my mother disliked the most, so it was inevitable that I had some resentment against my mother, did not understand her, and often hurt her intentionally or unintentionally. It was not until I grew up, left my hometown, missed my mother, and recalled every bit of the past that I felt that my mother treated every child with the same love, because every child was the meat of her mother. Every time I receive a phone call from my mother, I feel a kind warmth from my heart. I think it's hard to find anyone else except my mother who gives me this feeling. Maybe only when we are far away from our relatives and miss them, can we know how to cherish our family. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time is so hurried and the days with my parents are so short. Just because I feel the rush of time, I will cherish every minute when I am with my parents. Listening to my mother about the recent situation at home is what I must hear every time I go home. I also summarized the questions my mother had to ask me: First, are you busy at work? exhausted or not? Second: personal problems. I know my mother's wishes, and I hope I can have a good home soon, so as to settle her two old wishes. Even for my parents, I will try my best to find my happiness as soon as possible. My mother is now old, with wrinkles on her face, and the black hair on her head has gradually turned into silver. I know that it is the witness of my mother's wasted time through the vicissitudes of life, and it is the witness of her hard work. Although we have grown up, in the eyes of our mother, we will always be children, and we will never grow up. She still gives us endless care.
What my mother gave us was not only life, but also nurture. I think I could not repay that great love in my whole life, even more so. I know that there are many words to describe mothers, and there are also many words to describe maternal love, such as greatness, broadness, kindness, kindness, and so on. So I can't find more accurate words to describe mothers. But I know the truth of crow feeding and lamb kneeling, so I will try my best to repay my mother's warmth and care. I also hope that children all over the world can be kind to the elderly and mothers.
One morning, I woke up to find that the walls of my door and corridor were dark, and the air was filled with a light smell of burning. I was startled at the sight. Later, I learned about what happened last night through my neighbors and mother.
Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and made sparks. In a short time, the fire began to burn. The fire blazed wantonly, and thick smoke billowed. The fire engine came and knocked on the door door to door to evacuate people. At this time, my mother also woke up. When he found that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up while I was sleeping. But because I had just finished dancing class and was very tired, I slept very heavily. My mother could not wake me up by calling and pushing me. My mother wanted to run with me, but I was too heavy, which was far beyond my mother's endurance. So my mother decided not to run away, so she stayed with me. Mother soaked two towels to cover my mouth and her nose. My mother just held me in her arms and didn't feel that she was waiting for life to come. Fortunately, the firefighters put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mother and I were saved!
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It seems that the fire at night is not taken seriously. But at this time, I could not stand listening beside, and tears blurred my vision. In an instant, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What force can make mother not shrink before the raging fire? What force can make my mother face the danger of death and accompany me to face the coming fire? I think this may be maternal love. Simple but tear jerking. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is true after all. The power of maternal love is great. It is the mother who is unafraid of danger before the fire. In fact, my mother can put me down and run for her life alone. But she didn't. In the emergency of life and death, let my mother hold me and give me strength. Escape is human instinct, but in the face of selfless maternal love, it can only yield. Maternal love is a force, a belief and a responsibility. It is true that only mother is good in the world. When you are injured or in danger, mother will open her arms to give you strength and warmth.
Adversity is a sign of true love. Usually, a garrulous mother will not be afraid before the fire, which may be due to the strong maternal love!
Once upon a time, I looked up at my childish face and said to my mother, "I will travel around the world with my singing voice.". Mother just smiled but did not speak, standing alone in the wind, gazing thoughtfully at the white dandelion flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and that the farthest star in the sky would always be my destination. She said that she would always support me. At that time, my heart was only vaguely aware of my mother's understanding of me, but my ignorance at that time made me never aware of her reluctance and pity when she spoke.
Time lengthened my figure, and when I grew up, I looked at everything about my mother again: when the sun dissipated the twilight of the night, when the sunset was engulfed by the dim horizon, my mother carried farm tools and walked quickly on the path in the field. Light and darkness could not stop her steps; When the stars were all over the sky, my classmates and I were playing and chasing under the moon, my mother was knitting her love into my sweater needle by needle; When I was talking and laughing beside the fire in my warm down jacket in the cold winter, my mother was scrubbing the clothes in the cold water with her swollen hands;
So, my heart was deeply touched and deeply hurt. At this moment, I began to doubt whether my dream was still far away? Can I still roam the world calmly with my singing voice?
