English Composition Maternal Love (Collection of 17)

Maternal Love in English Composition (1)

The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I've been bathing in the sunshine of my mother's love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.

The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.

I remember when I was a child, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age withdraw from their mother's arms. They were very envious, because my mother always encouraged me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was too unreasonable, and even asked my father, "did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when there are many girls in my class who are bothered by the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care and self-reliance than girls of my age. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's saying that "the road is the way people come out".

I remember when I was young, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age shrink out of their mother's arms. They envy me because my mother always encourages me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was unreasonable, and even asked my father, "Did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when many girls in my class are worried about the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care than my peers. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's sentence "The road is the way for people to come out".

A little older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is strong and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coax!

Older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is very strong, and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coaxing!

But mother's love has something in common with others. When I am ill, my mother will accompany me and take care of me until I recover. When I encountered setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me, gave me courage and confidence. "Fall down and get up! " This is what my mother often said to me, and this sentence accompanied me through more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.

But maternal love has something in common with others. When I am sick, my mother will accompany me to take care of me until I recover. When I met setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me and gave me courage and confidence. " Fall down! " This is what my mother often said to me. This sentence has accompanied me through more than ten years of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.

Time passed by us without mercy, unconsciously I have passed 16 years. In every inch of time, I know my mother didn't worry about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved all this. Everyone can get a great maternal love. Although I don't know how great it is, I dare to say that what I mean by maternal love is what I think is the greatest maternal love - the maternal love that gives me care, encouragement, confidence and strength!

Time passes relentlessly, and I have gone through 16 years unconsciously. In every inch of time, I know my mother is not worried about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved it all. Everyone can get great maternal love. Although I don't know how great this is, I dare say that what I said is the greatest maternal love I think - maternal love gives me love, encouragement, confidence and strength!

Maternal Love in English Composition (2)

I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit.

On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.

Maternal Love in English Composition (3)

All the people often say:"mother's love is the greatest in the world! "Yes, mother's love is very great.We mother give us very too much love. But a big number of us, don't know our mother give us too much love. Mothers are very tired. We don't realize that we should make them to rest. Mothers are thirsty. We don't realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we beacome father or mother. We will know our parents have gave us much love .So,at this moment. We must reture a good grades to our parents.

People often say: "Mother's love is the greatest in the world!" Yes, mother's love is very great. Our mother brought us a lot of love. However, most of us do not know that our mother has given us too much love. Mother is very tired. We didn't realize that we should let them rest. Mothers are thirsty. We didn't realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we become father or mother. We will know that our parents have given us too much love. So, at this moment. We use good results to repay our parents.

Maternal Love in English Composition (4)

My Mother's Garden

My mother is very good at raising plants and flowers.

We have plants and flowers indoors and outdoors all the year round. Some of our plants were very small in the beginning,

but now they are large and very beautiful.

On top of our roof there is a big glass-enclosed greenhouse.

All our friends love to come to our house to see the beautiful world my mother has made for us. Every morning and evening we see my mother taking care of her plants like little children.

As her real children grow older and more independent,

my mother devotes more time to her garden.

This is a very good way to spend one’s free time.

My Mother

My mother is sixty-three years old, and for the last forty year she has been the village doctor. She has a small clinic that she prepares medicine and treats small injuries,

and also sells canned powder milk.

Our house has people in and out at all hours of the day and night. The villagers always like to come to her clinic to see the doctor and to meet their neighbors, too.

Almost all the villagers come to my mother when their baby is due. My mother is very good at predicting the day the baby will come.

Sometimes my mother will not get enough sleep if the babies come late at night or early in the morning.

There are special rooms for the mother and baby, and usually they stay at the doctor's house about twenty-four hours.

We always like to see the new babies get their first bath because they look so red and small.

All the village people know and trust my mother because she is such a quiet, kind,

and experienced friend of theirs.

Maternal Love in English Composition (5)

A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementaryschool’sfirst teacher-parent conference. To the little boy sdismay, shesaid she would go. This would be the first time that hisclassmatesand teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed byherappearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was aseverescar that covered nearly the entire center side of her face.The boynever wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.

At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindnessandnatural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the littleboywas still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. Hedid,however, get within earshot of a conversation between hismotherand his teacher, and heard them speaking.

How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib , I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.

At this point, the little boy came out running towards hismotherwith tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt anoverwhelmingsense of the sacrifice that his mother had made forhim. He heldher hand tightly for the rest of the day.

A little boy invited his mother to attend the first parents' meeting held by the school. To his dismay, his mother agreed to go. It will be the first time for students and teachers to see his mother, but his mother's appearance embarrassed him. Although her mother was very beautiful, her whole right face was almost covered by a serious scar. The little boy never wanted to ask his mother about the origin of the scar.

At the parents' meeting, the little boy's mother was so kind and beautiful that no one cared about the scar on her face. However, the little boy felt embarrassed. He hid from people. In spite of this, he could still hear the conversation between his mother and the teacher and the content of their conversation.

"How did you get the scar on your face?" the teacher asked.

The little boy's mother replied, "When my son was very young, his room suddenly caught fire. Everyone dared not go in because the fire was out of control. I went in. When I ran to his crib, I saw a beam about to fall down. I threw myself on his bed to protect him. The beam knocked me unconscious. Fortunately, the firemen rushed in and saved us." She touched the scar on her face and said, "This scar will stay on my face forever, but until today, I never regret what I did for me."

Hearing this, the little boy came out, ran to his mother with tears in his eyes, and embraced her. His mother's sacrifice for himself made him very excited. Later that day, the little boy never let go of his mother's hand.

English Composition Maternal Love (6)

Mothers love in the world is great. Sometimes, when you are sick, a mothers love will bring her mother to take care of you for your work. The heavy rain, love will make the mother an umbrella for you, they shower like "soaked through"...... All of these can show my mothers love for you, and Ill tell you about my mothers love.

That night, I feel like Im in the refrigerator, cold, and head pain and dizziness, I caught a cold. When I was dizzy, I found myself lying on my mothers warm back. My mother found me uncomfortable and took me to the hospital. "But its 12 now. Where is the hospital open? " I asked my mother. The mother said, "the hospital is open at night, not far from here." There is a hospital in front of me, but I still believe my mother. But who knew my mother had been carrying me back for almost two hours before she got to the hospital. Originally, mother afraid I want to walk, lie to me to say not far. To the hospital, the doctor prescribed some medicine, also said to the liquid cotton with press in my temple, head will slowly not pain. When the doctor said, my mother said to me, "I will help you press. You go to bed." I fell asleep after hearing my mothers words. By the time I woke up in the morning, my mother was still pressing for me. My mother took care of me all night, and she did not sleep at all, even if there was no complaint.

This is what I feel motherly love, this is the mother of their children without regret care, this is the great maternal love.

Maternal Love in English Composition (7)

In the early morning, my sister went out and brought home a bunch of pretty flowers. Right after my mother got up out of bed, we said "Happy Mother's Day"! to her and gave her the flowers. My mother was very happy; she smiled and said, 'How wonderful the flowers look! Thank you! Also, we told her we were going to do all the housework for our beloved mother, and she could take a rest for a day. In the beginning, we were excited about all the work we can do at home. Before long, we found that the housework seemed to be endless, There was cooking and washing, and cleaning to do, and there was shopping to do, too . During the dinner hour, the kitchen seemed so busy. My father was making a salad, my sister was baking a pie for dessert, and I was washing rice and vegetables, and there were many other things to do. Finally, the dinner was ready; it was two hours behind the usual schedule. The food was not as delicious as my mother's. Nevertheless, my mother and father enjoyed it, and felt very proud of their daughteand son.ter and son.

English Composition Maternal Love (8)

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.

Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...

Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

Mother always tucks me in after I fall asleep, then leans down, gently pulls the long hair off my face and kisses my forehead. Day after day, my mother has kept this habit, even though I am no longer a child, all of this is still me.

I don't know when my mother's habit gradually made me unhappy - I don't like her calloused hands just scratching my delicate skin. Finally, one night, I couldn't help roaring at her: "Don't do this again, your hands are so rough!" Mother was speechless. But since then, I have never used this familiar way of expressing love to end my day.

As time goes by, I can't help thinking of that night. I began to miss my mother's hands and the "good night" she printed on my forehead. This desire is sometimes far or near, but always hidden in a corner of my heart.

Several years later, I became mature and no longer a little girl. My mother has also reached the age of seventy, but she has never stopped working hard. She uses her hands that I once regarded as "rough" to do things for me and my family that are within her power. She is our family doctor. When the little girl has a stomachache, she will find some medicine for her stomach from the medicine box. When the little boy scratches his knee, she will go to comfort him. She can make the best fried chicken in the world, and remove the stains on blue jeans without trace

Now, my own children have grown up and have their own lives, but my mother has no father's company. Once, on the eve of Thanksgiving, I decided to sleep in the bedroom next to my mother and spend the night with her. This is my childhood bedroom, everything is so familiar, and a familiar hand hesitates to pass over my face, combing my hair on my forehead, and then, a kiss, as gentle as ever, gently falls on my forehead.

In my memory, there were thousands of times to reproduce the scene of that night and my childish complaints: "Don't do this again, your hands are so rough!" I grabbed my mother's hand and told her my deep guilt for that night. I think she must remember the events of that night as clearly as I did. However, my mother did not know what I said - she had forgotten and forgiven me.

That night, I fell asleep with new gratitude to my mother. I appreciated her tenderness and her caring hands. The guilt that had oppressed me for many years also disappeared.

English Composition Maternal Love (9)

Do you love your mother? Do you know about her? Do you know how your mother is hard?Mom love you the most in the world. Mother’s love is one of the greatest love in our live. It is like a bottle of wine, the longer it is kept, the sweeter it will be. When we are thirty, it will be our best choice.

No matter what you are rich or poor, your mother will always love you. So let us return to the mother. Thanks to all the mothers in the world. Thanks your love!

English Composition Maternal Love (10)

It's raining. School is over. I didnt bring my umbrella. I thought, "no one will come to pick me up." because my mother is ill, my father is away on business. Grandma and grandpa are too old to walk. I looked at the rain more and more big, less and less people, I am also more and more anxious, what should I do? I was about to go home in the rain.

Suddenly see a familiar figure, riding a bike slowly appeared from the rain, primary school grade three. This familiar figure is getting closer and closer, and I thought to myself, "this figure must be mother.". Its getting closer. Its really mom. I watched the rain trickling down my mothers face. Suddenly, a warm stream came up. I went straight to my mother and shouted, "Mom, mom, how did you get here? "" Mom smiled and said, "I know you didnt bring your umbrella and you knew it was raining." Oh Thats how it happened.

Step by step, the mother brought me home, but walk to a large slope in front of my house, to ride uphill to the home, the mother struggling to ride a bike, I said: "my mother riding a real dont ride up and down. " Mother said, "Ill get wet when I come down. "." Mother rode slowly and heavily on the slope.

When I got home, I wasnt wet at all. But my mother got wet already. I saw my mothers tired figure, and I couldnt help crying.

I know, mothers love is priceless.

English Composition Maternal Love (11)

For the night sky, it is a kind of happiness to enjoy the dazzling stars.

For the earth, it is a kind of happiness to enjoy the beautiful and fragrant flowers and plants for decoration.

For the earth, it is a kind of happiness to enjoy the beautiful and fragrant flowers and plants to decorate.

For me, it is my greatest happiness to enjoy your meticulous maternal love.

For me, it's my greatest happiness to enjoy your maternal love.

When I was in primary school, I always stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for you to come back. As you approach, the vague shadow becomes clearer. It's you. You are back. The happiest moment of the year is like this, but for life. After accompanying me for a holiday, you are about to leave. I cried and shouted to you: "Why, why do you want to leave me again? Do you not love me anymore? I don't want anything. Would you mind not leaving. "At this time, you can almost use the word of indifference and cruelty to describe you. You forced yourself to leave my hand holding your clothes and got on the bus without turning back. You ignored my cry, but never thought that you had cried into tears on the bus.

Just went to primary school, often standing at the village gate, waiting for you to come back. As you approach, the blurred shadow becomes clearer. It's you. You are back. The happiest moment of the year is better than this, but for the sake of life. After a holiday with me, you are going to leave. I cry and roar to you, "why, why do you want to leave me again? Do you not love me? I don't want anything. Don't you leave, OK. "At this time, you can almost use the words of indifference and cruelty to describe you. You just left my hand holding your clothes and didn't go back to the ground to get on the car. You ignored my cry, but you didn't think you had become a tearful person in the car.

When I entered the fifth grade, I always took care of my grandpa. Suddenly, my grandma was old and could not take care of me. You finally took me to your side. In order to let me have a better learning environment, you ran and ran west. In order to save me from the pain of running, you did not hesitate to buy a house in Sheqi. Once you could not cook. You were so stupid that when you cooked fish, you threw the fish head away as garbage. Now you can compare your cooking skills with those of five-star chefs. Once you just did a few hours of work easily, then went shopping, played with mobile phones, and lived a small white-collar life. Now you have to get up before dawn to cook, clean up, and wash dishes. It is totally a housewife's day. Once you were white and beautiful, now you are carved with wrinkles by the cutting edge of time. And all this is for me. How happy I am to enjoy your love.

When I entered the fifth grade, I always took care of my grandfather. My grandmother was too old to take care of me. You finally connect me to your side. In order to let me have a better learning environment, you run, run west, in order to let me avoid the hardships of running, you don't hesitate to buy a house in the social flag, once you can't cook, stupid enough to make fish, throw the fish head as garbage. Now you can cook as well as five-star chefs. Once you only worked for a few hours, then went shopping, played with mobile phones, and lived a small white-collar life. Now you have to get up before dawn to cook, clean up, wash dishes. It's the day of housewife. Once you were white and beautiful. Now you have been carved with wrinkles by the years. And all this is for me, I enjoy your love, how happy.

After entering the ninth grade, you suddenly became stern to me and didn't care at first. However, the more severe you treated me later, the more dissatisfied I became, but I accepted it in a few days. Until the last parents' meeting, I found the reason from your reply, in which there was a paragraph, "My child, I didn't mean to be strict with you. I just suffered from my lack of education, and didn't want you to grow up to work hard for a living..." Suddenly, tears filled my eyes, and I was happy to have and enjoy your love for me.

After entering the ninth grade, you suddenly became stern to me. At first, you didn't care. But then you became more strict with me, which made me dissatisfied, but I accepted it in a few days. Until the last parents' meeting, I found the reason from your reply. In the letter, there is a saying: "child, I didn't mean to be strict with you. I just ate the loss of no culture. I don't want you to grow up and work hard for your livelihood... " In a flash, tears filled my eyes, and I had and enjoyed your love for me. It's so happy.

You are my dearest mother, mother, I love you. I am richer with you than the king, and I am poorer without you than the beggar.

You are my dearest mother, mother, I love you. I have you, richer than the king, I lose you than beggars.

It is a kind of happiness to enjoy maternal love.

English Composition Maternal Love (12)

Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, shed lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.

I dont remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Dont do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didnt say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.

Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mothers hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.

Well, the years have passed, and Im not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. Shes been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girls stomach or soothe the boys scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...

In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Dont do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Moms hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought shed remember, as I did. But Mom didnt know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.

That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.

English Composition Maternal Love (13)

When others say that I have to fight my father today, I only have to be. - I can be a kind of happiness by my father ...... I can't love my father. Only my mother's own eyes, the pair of old hands and the face full of years. I don't say, some are just a burst of heart, string tears ...... Mom is a strong person, and I admire my mother in this world is my mother. One of the women have taken two children for more than a year, waiting for their husband to go home early, and reunite.

The word youth-winning dad is so unfamiliar, when chatting with the students, when others mention their father, I just listen, I am forwarded to the father's love. When others say go home today, I have to fight my father, and I only have the eyes - I can be played by my father! So far, I only remember his appearance, but he gave me the feeling is so unfamiliar, I only know that he is my father, but I don't know how to face it. At home, it was a mother who had a hard to pull us. I remember last year's winter holiday, my stomach hurts, sent to the hospital, saying is appendicitis, to move surgery. Mother East Running, borrowing money to pay my medical expenses. After the operation, one winter vacation she didn't let me play, and I don't let me do anything. She seems to be more busy ...... later, I can get it, I want to help my mother helped my family, my mother disagree: "Don't forget you or a patient ...... " But my heart is particularly uncomfortable. When I go to school, my mother wants me to ask my teacher to leave, can't exercise. I am afraid that the students say that I have, I didn't dare to leave, I was jealous of my mother several times, I took the courage to give the teacher. Mom never cares about the idleness of others, she is behind her, she doesn't say anything, she only has to bear. I have seen her back to sneak tears. At that moment, my heart trembled! Mom is particularly capable, especially can be hard, is an acute child. She never thinks that the crops of others are better than their own. Our family's crops are earlier than others, she has time to pick up the help of others, or go out to make money to fill the household. When the autumn is corn, the sky did not lit up and cut corn, which can save a lot of time. I don't know why, my water is always in the evening, my mother can't sleep, the black light is a person, I have to give her a companion, I have to go to school next day. I am a child, when someone says that I am ......, I just want to cry, why life is in such a home. Sometimes I think: my mother is suffering now, maybe there will be no more than half a lifetime, I will never repeat my mother's experience, I will change my mother's life. As long as I work hard, I firmly believe. Enjoy the father's love, only the mother's pair of eyes, the pair of old hands and the face full of years. I don't say, some are just a burst of heart, string tears ......

English Composition Maternal Love (14)

How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. 　　The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib ,I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.

The Scar

A little boy invited his mother to attend the first parents' meeting held by the school.

To his dismay, his mother agreed to go. It will be the first time for students and teachers to see his mother, but his mother's appearance embarrasses him. Although her mother was very beautiful, her whole right face was almost covered by a serious scar. The little boy never wanted to ask his mother about the origin of the scar.

At the parents' meeting, the little boy's mother was so kind and beautiful that people were impressed. No one cared about the scar on her face. However, the little boy felt embarrassed. He hid from people. In spite of this, he could still hear the conversation between his mother and the teacher and the content of their conversation.

"How did you get the scar on your face?" the teacher asked. Composition Zone - English composition with translation

The boy's mother replied, "When my son was very young, his room suddenly caught fire. Everyone dared not go in because the fire was out of control. I went in. Just as I ran to his crib, I saw a beam about to fall down. I threw myself on his bed to protect him. The beam knocked me unconscious. Fortunately, the firemen rushed in and saved us." She touched the scar on her face and said, "This scar will stay on my face forever, but until today, I have never regretted what I did."

1、Mothers Love

I got up late in the morning, so I went to school before I could feed the cat. When I came home from school in the afternoon, the cat was starving to death. They are crying for food around me. I took out a fish and threw it. I want to see who catches the fish first. Mother cat caught the fish in one mouthful and ran away quickly. Instead of eating, he put down the fish and called back his children. The four little guys devoured the fish, while their mother looked at them gently without eating a mouthful. I think of my mother. She also treated me selflessly. This is maternal love, I think.

I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats. I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit. On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.

2. Deep Mother Love

Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I deeply felt the love.

One day I hurried home for lunch after school, because there would be an exam in the afternoon and I had expected to go back to school early to prepare for the exam. But when I got home, the lunch was not ready yet. I felt unhappy. When the dishes were served, I forund none I like. I ran out of my house angrily and wanderde on the street for a while,hungry. Then I walked to school.

When I got into the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. One classmate told me that it was my mother ther that had brought it here.After opening the box, I found my favorite food inside. My eyes was moist with tears.

Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!

Every child is surrounded by deep maternal love, but we often turn a blind eye to this love. One day I felt this love deeply.

One day after school, I hurried home for lunch. Because of the exam in the afternoon, I hoped to go back to school early to prepare for the exam. But when I got home, lunch was not ready. I was very unhappy. When the food was served, I found nothing I liked. I ran out of the house angrily, wandered in the street for a while hungry, and then walked to school.

When I entered the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. A classmate told me that it was sent by my mother. Open the lid. It's my favorite food. My eyes are wet.

My mother gave me her love selflessly, but she didn't ask for anything in return. What deep maternal love!

English Composition Maternal Love (15)

No matter in study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is an English composition on the topic of motherly love. Welcome to read and collect it.

Someone said: "father is like a mountain, solemn and great. A mother's love is like water, gentle and kind" a mother's love is like water, because it is clear as water, no dirty things, let us bathe in the sea of love, and spring-like weathering rain, moistens our young and small mind. A mother's love to love you not because of any self, her love is selfless, is not return, so she is willing to pay. A mother's love can sometimes be like water, gently pushes us these small boats, filled with strong love around water, protect us. A mother's love is like water, you understand the mother the softness and the purity of love?

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High School English Composition 1 on Maternal Love

People often say that the earth is like our mother. She gives life to all the living things on the earth and provides us with air, food, water and other essential things we need for living.

Once she was beautifhl and rich, but now she becomes dirtier and dirtier, poorer and poorer. It is due to what we have done to her. Please have a good look at her: polluted rivers and lakes, growing deserts, the destruction of the forests and wild life, and the depletion of the ozone layer…

Can she bear to see her children putting the waste here and there? Can she bear too see her children cutting down the trees and destroying the grassland, to see the acid rain destroying everything? Can we bear to see our mother suffering so much? Isn' it time for us to ask ourselves whether this is the way to treat our mother?

Floods, draughts, acid rain…,these are the punishments from nature. Everyone should know that there is only one earth, lfwe go on treating her like this, it won' t be fit for us to live in any longer. It' s time for us to love her, take good care of her and cure her. We should save the earth so as to save ourselves.

High School English Composition 2 on Maternal Love

Motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. Mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.Unconditional love corresponds in one of 'the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of one's merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. Furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. No wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults.

The relationship to father is quite different. Mother is the home we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. He has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. But while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. Father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. Fatherly love is conditional love. Its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." In conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. The negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. The positive side is equally important. Since his love is conditional, I can do something to acquire it, I can work for it; his love is not outside of my control as motherly love is.

High School English Composition 3 on Maternal Love

Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I deeply felt the love.

Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!

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High School English Composition 1 about Motherly Love

Today's weather very good, God deliberately arranged. This particular day, blue skies, the number of words "Happy Mother's Day" reverberated in the ears.

From early in the morning, I mope, because it can not think of what gift to give mother. Later, I came up with in my opinion the best gift for mother. First to see Mother, I sang loudly: "Mother, Mother's Day Happiness! The world is only a good mother, there is the mother of the child as-bao block." Singing, leaves itself a son and mother's arms, "dropped into the embrace of mother, and ultimately, happy ... ... "Mother died in Iraq last year, with deep feeling with me, Staring at me, eyes full of love and caress. Looked thoughtful, I grew up my mother smile ... ...

Mother, in fact, you know, daughter wanted to tell you there is worth a thousand words, but there are also all into this beautiful melody, which Beat notes the go. Here not only has his daughter's aspirations, more daughters are infinite gratitude to you, sincere love.

People will have a total support of our total love for us there is a touching, heartbreaking. Ah! Mother, you like an umbrella, an umbrella unusual. Summer, for me keep off the sun, winter, let me escape the harsh wind and snow.

If you love the sun, let you love your mother, because there is no ray of sunshine than the warmth of maternal love; If you love wind, let you love your mother, because there is no more than a gentle breeze gentle motherly love ... ... ... If you love, please you love your mother, because all the world than maternal love everything tenacity, great, honest ... ...

High School English Composition 2 about Motherly Love

Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I deeply felt the love.

Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!

Every child is surrounded by deep maternal love, but we often turn a blind eye to this love. One day I felt this love deeply.

When I entered the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. A classmate told me that it was sent by my mother. Open the lid. It's my favorite food. My eyes are wet.

My mother gave me her love selflessly, but she didn't ask for anything in return. What deep maternal love!

High School English Composition 3 about Motherly Love