Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.

I read a newspaper that a massive mudslide destroyed four villages in meigu county, Sichuan Province last June, and instantly swallowed up more than 150 lives. A young mother, although her thigh was crushed by a rock, stood in a waist-deep mudslide for more than four hours with only a few big babies in her hands. She persisted until the early hours of the morning, and when the rescuers came, the baby was unscathed!

Tears ran down my cheeks when I read this report. In the misty eyes, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of us, surrounded by sacred light, that is our mother! It is the maternal light of Chinese mothers that surrounds her!

I once read an article in Reader magazine: In the "7.3 1" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane were killed, but a baby girl named Dany miraculously survived. It turned out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dany's mother Gong Hongmei held the child tightly in her arms and blocked the rocky foreign bodies and flames with her body. Gong Hongmei exchanged her own death for the life of Little Dany. The mother held her daughter tightly, and the rescuers made great efforts to save little Dany.

A few years ago, when I was a primary school student, I read this article, but I will never forget the shock it caused in my heart! With tears in my eyes, I thought about an age-inappropriate question: what is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer.

One day, my brother copied me a poem entitled "A bowl of rice with oil and salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/there was a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. There wasn't a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot yesterday/when I came home from school. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/put it in front of my mother's grave.

Glancing at this little poem, I am still in a state of ignorance. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, my tears came down. For such a mother who has to prepare a bowl of oil and salt rice for her children in the last days of her life, and for such a mother who tries her best to give her children warmth and love in poverty and bitterness. Through the biting wind and rain, I seem to see that there is a poor and great mother like Qian Qian in thousands of poor villages in Qian Qian, Qian Qian!

Like many classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Maybe it's because I have too much, and I can't appreciate the preciousness of maternal love. Until my mother left me to work in a distant place, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational school, leaving me away from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and visiting mother happily get together, I would quietly hide aside.

Maternal love is the greatest in the world. Once upon a time, I looked up at my tender little 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 the hope of being kind to your mother will help you.