I remember it was an autumn afternoon. When I came home from school, it rained heavily. I always feel top-heavy when I walk home. I collapsed in bed as soon as I got home.
In the evening, when my mother came back from work after a hard day, she found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and picked me up and walked to the hospital.
Along the way, the wind roared harder and it rained harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she gave me most of her raincoat and wrapped me tightly. I lay in my mother's arms, moved beyond words. Gradually, I found that my mother's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her steps seemed to slow down. Every step was so hard. I was anxious to think: hospital, hospital, weren't you near my home before? But why is it so far away now?
When I got to the hospital, my mother checked me in. The doctor gave me an injection to take medicine, and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, she smiled and asked softly, "Are you better?" I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded, and said excitedly, "Much better, Mom …" My quilt was sour, so I couldn't go on …
Thinking of this, I looked at my mother's figure again, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem my father once taught me, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son, sewed them carefully, and repaired them thoroughly, for fear that it would delay his time to go home, but how much love an inch of grass had won three times." Isn't my mother the same? So, how can I repay my mother's selfless love?
-Fan Wenyi:
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mom would say, "Oh, what's going on?" Come on, mom will show you and give you medicine. "But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just put some medicine on it. "I was surprised and sad after listening to it. My mother certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking.
When I was sleeping at night, I was crying alone when I suddenly heard the voice from my mother's bedroom. I quickly held my breath and only heard my father say, "Don't comfort me if the child is injured." I thought to myself, Dad is right! I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is injured? " I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude!
Because of my mother's words, I have never been too depressed in the face of difficulties: I didn't do well in the math exam, study hard at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live independently all their lives and can't rely on their parents. So, now there is a little thing, I will solve it myself and solve it to the best!
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great!
There are too many, so I won't list them one by one ~ ~ Search them myself ~! You will be happy because of your mother's love.
Write a composition about my mother's love for me.
The love of the mother in the world is actually in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you.
Ah, mom, I will definitely remember your love! Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother.
Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her. Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."
What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.
3. How to write many such compositions about my mother's love for me ~! !
Fan Wenyi:
Motherly love is an umbrella to protect children from the wind and rain. Mother's love. This is a ship, planting a bright future for children. Motherly love is a harbor, giving children a shelter from the wind and rain. Mother's love is a clear spring, and she gives us sweet water. And the mother herself, just silently pay for us, efforts.
I remember it was an autumn afternoon. When I came home from school, it rained heavily. I always feel top-heavy when I walk home. I collapsed in bed as soon as I got home.
In the evening, when my mother came back from work after a hard day, she found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and picked me up and walked to the hospital.
Along the way, the wind roared harder and it rained harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. My mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she gave me most of her raincoat and wrapped me tightly. I lay in my mother's arms, moved beyond words. Gradually, I found that my mother's breathing was getting faster and faster, and her steps seemed to slow down. Every step was so hard. I was anxious to think: hospital, hospital, weren't you near my home before? But why is it so far away now?
When I got to the hospital, my mother checked me in. The doctor gave me an injection to take medicine, and I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, she smiled and asked softly, "Are you better?" I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair, nodded, and said excitedly, "Much better, Mom …" My quilt was sour, so I couldn't go on …
Thinking of this, I looked at my mother's figure again, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem my father once taught me, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son, sewed them carefully, and repaired them thoroughly, for fear that it would delay his time to go home, but how much love an inch of grass had won three times." Isn't my mother the same? So, how can I repay my mother's selfless love?
-Fan Wenyi:
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Motherly love is varied. One thing before, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence.
When I was very young, I accidentally fell down in kindergarten and lost a lot of blood. I went home and cried to my mother. I thought my mom would say, "Oh, what's going on?" Come on, mom will show you and give you medicine. "But unexpectedly, my mother said something that I will never forget:" What's the matter? Oh, nothing. It's just a minor injury. What are you afraid of? Just put some medicine on it. "I was surprised and sad after listening to it. My mother certainly doesn't like me. That's what I was thinking.
When I was sleeping at night, I was crying alone when I suddenly heard the voice from my mother's bedroom. I quickly held my breath and only heard my father say, "Don't comfort me if the child is injured." I thought to myself, Dad is right! I heard my mother say, "You know what? The child will grow up soon. She can't rely on us anymore. Sooner or later, she will live alone. What should I do if she is injured? " I suddenly understood that my mother loves me. She did it for my own good! I cried again, but this time my tears were not grievances, but gratitude!
Because of my mother's words, I have never been too depressed in the face of difficulties: I didn't do well in the math exam, study hard at home and try to do well in the next exam ... I also know that people are destined to live independently all their lives and can't rely on their parents. So, now there is a little thing, I will solve it myself and solve it to the best!
Is maternal love just delicious and fun love for us? No, at least not for me. Mother's love is diverse, selfless and great!
There are too many, so I won't list them one by one ~ ~ Search them myself ~! You will be happy because of your mother's love.
4. The composition My Mother imitates Hu Shi's My Mother in 600 words, which shows my mother's love for me from the side.
The thread in the loving mother's hand made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love did an inch of grass win? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother! I don't remember what my mother was like when I was an urchin. When her image entered my mind deeply, she seemed to be no longer young. I counted the wrinkles that climbed relentlessly on my mother's forehead, the silver lines that my mother had been dyed white by years and hidden in her black hair, and the lines on my mother's hands that had become rough due to hard work. I have been speechless-what words in this world can express my feelings at this time! In the morning, when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother always looks at me affectionately. When I go to the door, she always rushes back to the kitchen to get me a breakfast and advises me to eat more, even if it's just a bite. She always watches me go out, and then tells me at the door, "Be careful on the road! "I can't remember how many such mornings there are, so I spent more than ten years! Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection?
I remember a story about a young man who was seriously ill. The doctor told him that he needed to be treated with his mother's heart. Young people can't stand it. Hearing this, the mother resolutely cut open the heart and told him to take it and go to a doctor for treatment. The young man ran to the hospital with his mother's heart in his arms, but fell on the rugged road. The falling heart sends out a gentle and concerned voice: "Son, are you hurt?" This is a touching story that makes people marvel at the greatness of their mother. The word "mother" is often the first sentence a person will say, but does mother only give you life? Did she just raise you? Is she just someone you can talk to when you are in pain and share when you are happy? Don't! The mother who resolutely gave up her heart to treat her son has fully explained this point. Please look at the story in real life again: in a big earthquake, the young mother bent her body into an arch, stood against the collapsed roof and put her young son on her chest.
When people found the mother and son, the great mother had stopped breathing, and her child was tied in her arched arms and dying. This is mom! She separated the child from the terrible world with her own body. In that case, she still did not forget to give the child a comfortable hug. She traded her life for the child's life, but there was no regret on her face. This is mom! I think, if there is a god in heaven, when the mother learns that her child is safe and sound, she will be relieved and happy with laughter.
She will never complain and never regret. This is mom! Let's take a look at the crow's feet that mom gradually climbed up the corner of her eye. It was the vicissitudes of time that took away my mother's youth. Let's hold mother's cocoon-covered hand, which is a pair of hands that mother pulled us to grow up; Looking at the mother's haggard face, it is a testimony to the efforts for the growth of children! There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... this person is called "mom"; This kind of love is called "maternal love"! I've written it anyway. Look or not.
Write a composition about my parents' love for me. My parents' love for me is boundless, noble and selfless. They care for our healthy and happy growth with selfless love. Motherly love is like water. Last summer vacation, my sick mother found that I liked skating and was weak. In order to realize my wish as soon as possible, he decided to take me to school. The next day, my sick mother took me to the registration place. I saw my mother's thin and pale face, and tears could not help flowing out of her eyes. I vowed to learn skating well and not let my mother down. My mother is gentle, but my father is strict. At the end of the fourth grade, I was chatting with a netizen named "QQ Woman". When my father saw it, his face turned from sunny to cloudy and he said sharply, "The exam is coming soon. What are you talking about?" "You can review tomorrow!" I retort. Dad pulled a long face and said earnestly, "Lenger, you have heard that there are so many tomorrows, and there will be tomorrow." If you drag on like this, everything will be over. " I seem to understand what my father said, and immediately jumped off the computer chair and ran back to my room to review my Chinese. Mom and Dad, don't worry! Your love for me will not be in vain. When I grow up, I will repay you and society with my own efforts.
6. Write a composition about my mother's love for me.
The love of the mother in the world is actually in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you.
Ah, mom, I will definitely remember your love! Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother.
Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her. Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."
What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.
7. Motherly love composition (imitating neighborhood love) My father is a mountain, my father loves great, solid and broad, and my mother is the sea. Motherly love gives us warmth, simplicity and delicacy. they
Give us flesh and blood, nurture us to grow up, let us know ourselves and the world, and let us become useful people to our motherland. My parents' love for me is countless, and my mother's love for me is more like a trickle pouring into my heart.
One day last winter vacation, it snowed heavily and it was all white. The sky was covered with glittering snowflakes and clouds. I cough from time to time, and my mother hears me. Touch it, it's really hot! My mother hurried straight to the hospital behind my back. Snowflakes continued to fly in the cold wind. Mother wrapped me up so that I wouldn't catch cold again. Suddenly I feel that my mother is breathing more and more rapidly, and it is very difficult for her feet to take every step. I asked my mother to rest for a while, but she refused. Gradually, mother broke a line on her forehead, and pearl-like sweat rolled down one by one. Hospital, hospital, you are usually so close to my home. How did a scream interrupt my thoughts today? Mom fell down. I let my mother rest for a while, and my mother pretended to be fine.
Mother carried me behind her back and continued to walk to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother stood beside me, never leaving! My mother has always cared about me, and I care about my mother. Once, my mother was ill, so I took the initiative to do housework and give my mother medicine.
I remember these things clearly, and I can't help thinking of a poem: the thread in the hand of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body-my mother gave me the most meticulous, eternal, endless, pure and sincere love! Mom loves me, I love mom, we are a happy family!
8. I want to write a composition. The topic of the composition is: My mother's love for me. In my family, there are many people who love me very much, including my father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt ... but my mother's love for me will never be forgotten.
Take eating as an example. Every time I eat, my mother always sets the table for me, fills the meal, and then tells me to wash my hands. And she always puts the most delicious and nutritious dishes next to my rice bowl. If there is no food in my bowl, my mother will always give me food. I will also nag from time to time: "Eat more vegetables.
Eat slowly, don't wolf it down, no one is arguing with you. "One summer, the weather was very hot.
There is not a cool breeze in the air, but the air conditioner at home is broken at this time. So I began to stand the test of high temperature.
But one day, I found that I didn't feel hot at night. Later, I learned that it was my mother who sat next to me every night after I fell asleep and gave me a fan. This is my mother's love for me, a love that needs no return, an invisible and selfless love, and a love that you can feel all the time.
9. Write a composition about my parents' love for me. Father's love is like a song. I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father.
I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.
I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on."
I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard.
When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.
Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them."
After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth, let me admit my mistake.
I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.
I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life! Father remembers that one day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued.
The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, my father and daughter had a quarrel, so ... after listening to this story, I was shocked and moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.
Remember: when I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.
When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.
When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief.
I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk. When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine.
That time, because you didn't take medicine, you hit me, and your handprint was printed on my * * *, and I cried so sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers.
I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time. When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten.
You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.
When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me.
I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play. When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st.
You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts. ..... Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the middle school.
Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head. But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me.
Give me strength and warmth silently. Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you.
However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father. Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him.
Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories, listening to my sadness ... You are by my side, watching me grow up and watching me gradually learn to be strong and independent. Father has always cared about me and protected me.
Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain ... Dad, I know you have troubles, you have pressure, and you will be tired.
So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad! Father likes fragrance. When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love.
Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored.
Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love. One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park.
Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush."
The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross."
But endlessly, my father asked the same question again ... so repeatedly, for the first time 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father is unusually calm and has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here.
He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.
In life, we often see the parting pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cries in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just says "well, it's time to go."
So plain, who knows these short sentences?