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? What do you think of the story "Touching the Motherly Love of Students"?

This touching classic story is recorded in The Motherly Love Story that Moves Students. There are "Crazy Mother", "Confessions in My Arms" and so on.

? Editor Liu Dongwei said at the back of the book: "What is maternal love? In fact, in the end, a mother's love must move her children vigorously. A mother's love doesn't have to give her life for her children to move the world. "

? I quite agree with what editor Liu said, because maternal love melts in daily life. There is a confession in Hug: when Linlin went to school, she had to go through a train crossing. Amro was worried about her and went with her. When she passed the train track, she saw Linlin in a hurry to go to school. She wanted to cross the train track, and a train came. Eminem, afraid of being nasty, grabbed Linlin and pointed to the train. ......

? After watching this clip, I am about to cry. You ask, what's the matter? But you don't understand. Eminem's simple little affectations saved Linlin's life. Imagine what would happen if Eminem didn't hold Linlin. Eminem can risk her life to save her children, which only a person with deep maternal love can do.

? Motherly love is great. Although there are different races and countries with different languages on the earth where we live, mothers all over the world are the same! They love their children with the same love. Without breast milk, a child's mind would be a desert.

? On a quiet night, in the dead of night, the light in my room was on, and I was about to fall asleep when I suddenly heard the door open. It's my mother. She came in, put a white sweater on the hanger, put a note on the table, covered me with a quilt, and then turned off the light. I took the note, and a line of words that I knew could not be cooked appeared in front of me:

? Baby, it's 5 degrees below zero tomorrow. Remember to add another sweater in the morning.

? mother

? Suddenly, my eyes were filled with tears, and drops of crystal tears fell. In the dim light, it looked so peaceful. ......

? The poet Dante once said: There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call.

? Your new schoolbag has brought you/your umbrella has been folded in the rain/your favorite three fresh stuffing has been wrapped/your wronged tears have been wiped clean/this person is your mother/this person is your mother/this person has given you life/a home/no matter how far you go/whatever you are doing/when you can't live without our mother. ......

? This is a clip from the song "Mother";

? Yes, there is always someone who cares for us, and there is such a love that makes us heartache. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love.

? Maternal love runs through the long scroll of human history, playing a moving, lamenting and stirring movement forever. ......

? Motherly love, like water, has existed in our blood since we were born. Motherly love, like sunshine, begins with our eyes. From then on, no matter where we go, maternal love will always accompany us, warm us and surround us. Maternal love is delicate and gentle, which brings us endless care and love. Maternal love is strong and persistent. For us, maternal love can sacrifice everything, even our own lives.

Here, I write down my affection and feelings in my heart, leaving a thought for me, and what will remain in my heart forever is a true feeling for my mother.

2. The magical mother's feelings after reading Andersen's fairy tales

The story of Andersen's mother reminds me of my mother. Every mother loves her children, but the expression of love is different. They sometimes hit you and scold you, but it's all a sign of love. They hate iron not to produce! Every time they hit you and scold you, they feel particularly sorry, and their hearts are as uncomfortable as a knife. We caused all this, but we were too ignorant and selfish. Do whatever you want, but never consider your parents' feelings. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "My mother has done too much for me. She put all her efforts on me. I should learn to repay my parents.

Even if people in the world don't love you, there is someone who will love you forever and give you a strong maternal love. This person has a sacred and great name. Her name is Mom.

3. After reading the story of mother's escape.

Structurally, the post-reading feeling of an article should consist of at least three parts: first, it should introduce the title, content and characteristics of the original article; The second is to analyze and evaluate the content and characteristics of the original work according to my own understanding, that is, to talk about the overall impression of the work as a whole; The third is the feeling and experience after reading, that is, the explanation part, the evidence-based evaluation part and the feeling part, with the emphasis on the word "feeling".

Reading is the basis of writing. Only by reading carefully can we deeply understand the content of the article, so as to grasp the key points and grasp the thoughts and feelings of the article, and then we can have some feelings. Only by studying hard can we find the connection point of reading experience, that is, the central idea of the article, that is, the sentences that point out the central idea in the article For a work, you should write about the changes in your thoughts and actions after reading it, and make a fuss about one of them.

4. After reading the maternal love story, it touches the students' emotions.

Nothing in the world is stronger than maternal love, and maternal love is more salty than tears.

After reading 100, I deeply felt that a mother's love is like a river, with only a source and no end; Motherly love can transcend life and death and touch the world; Motherly love is like a well, sweet but never ending.

Motherly love is everywhere, and a meal is full of love. I remember a story about a girl who ran away from home in anger. An old woman saw that she was hungry and cooked a bowl of wonton satin for her to eat. The girl was moved to tears. However, the old woman said, "I just cooked a bowl of wonton for you. Your mother has cooked it for you for so many years. Have you ever thanked her? " These plain words contain a lot. Indeed, we are deeply moved by the kindness of strangers, but turn a blind eye to the kindness of our loved ones all their lives.

And the gift of maternal love can transcend the realm of life and death. In a story, a mother broke her finger to buy fruit for her dead son. Most people certainly don't want to, but the hero in the story is definitely worth it. Because of maternal love.

As long as there is the kind and warm love of mothers in the world, the fire of life will never go out!

5. Mother's feelings after reading

I like reading since I was a child. During the winter vacation, my mother bought me many books, including inspirational stories, biographies and historical masterpieces. Today, I read a book by Gorky's mother. I liked it very much after reading it and was deeply moved.

The book Mother describes the feudal times, when people were oppressed by heavy labor and used by power. Young people are in a daze, drinking spirits, singing unbridled ditties and fighting in smoky bars. How decadent! Barville, who just lost his father, was very angry. He wants truth and freedom to come back to everyone. He doesn't want people to fall like this! When the Barville Revolution broke out, revolutionary friends moved closer to Barville under his call. Barville's mother was also infected by the revolutionary atmosphere, full of awakening, and stood at the forefront of the revolutionary struggle. She fought side by side with her son. For the success of the Barville Revolution, she could lift the cut-off party flag. Her mother's great glory made her desperate to sing the revolutionary funeral March. ...

The title of the book is Mother, which praises the greatness of mother. After Barville went to prison, she continued the revolution and said in a firm and weak voice, "Believe in the truth, long live the working people!" The real book does not directly praise maternal love, but through the mother's understanding and support for her son. Finally, she joined the revolutionary cause. A mother's love for her son rose to the love of proletarian revolutionaries and truth, and she gave all her love!

The ending of this book is tragic. The revolution has no result. Mother gave her life, but the result must be the voice of her mother and the voice of the people. It must be the chest of Barville and revolutionaries; The revolutionary funeral March is sung by revolutionaries all over the world who pursue truth and freedom.

After reading this book, I have a profound experience: if there is no freedom in life, there is no motivation to fly, and if there is no pursuit of truth in life, there is no motivation to fly.

Hope to adopt.

6. After reading the story of mother's escape.

Mom and I went to escape.

-memento mori during the Anti-Japanese War.

Bli

□ Boli

Since late February of 1943, Japanese ghosts have frequently sent troops to sweep the surrounding villages after invading Yang Qing. Especially after we organized the Anti-Japanese Self-Defense Forces in Shennitang to fight against the Japanese puppet troops, the Japanese puppet troops made more and more efforts to sweep our Shennitang guerrilla zone. However, every time I came to sweep, I was ambushed by the Self-Defense Forces, and I had to die and hurt my back. Therefore, the Japanese ghost hates Downey's Anti-Japanese Self-Defense Force.

1at the beginning of August, 944, the Japanese ghost was unwilling to fail, dreaming of destroying the anti-Japanese team, sending troops to occupy Anpu town, and forming a guerrilla zone where our army was attacked from both sides. The situation is very tense, which makes us feel uneasy and uneasy.

1944 On August 9th (the 21st day of the sixth lunar month), the Special Committee of South Road * * ordered the Shennitang Anti-Japanese Joint Defense Zone to be extended to areas such as Jiepao Mountain and Shanjia, organized the "Old Horse Uprising" and established the Suixi County Anti-Japanese Joint Defense Brigade. My father, Qi Ge (the respectful name of the older generation of self-defense members), also went to Shanjia with the self-defense members to participate in the "Old Horse Uprising", left his hometown and set foot on the front line of anti-Japanese again.

However, the young and middle-aged people in our village have joined the Self-Defense Forces, and the rest of them have to seek ways to flee abroad in order to survive. As a result, most of the elderly, weak women and children in our village chose Jiebaowei, a non-Japanese-occupied area, to flee.

At present, the whole village has fled abroad. My father was not at home, so my mother (Hong) had to carry her three-year-old sister, pick up her luggage, pull me, and follow others to the daughter's house of my uncle in Tantangzai Village. I was only six or seven years old at that time. Because of family poverty, malnutrition, poor health, mother's right foot disability, walking difficulties. We started at about six o'clock in the evening and walked until midnight. People are already hungry, so we walk more and more slowly. Unconsciously, there was no figure before and after, and my mother didn't know where she had gone. I'm the only one leaving.

In the middle of the night, a six or seven-year-old child walked alone in a foreign land; A disabled mother, in the dark night, unfortunately lost her only son. How painful and tragic it is, you can imagine. However, at that time, I was not afraid, nor did I cry loudly, but cried secretly. In desperation, I had to walk on the road (Oxcart Road) by the dim moonlight. As I walked, I thought: Japanese ghost! You are so sinful and inhuman. ...

I walked and thought, getting more and more sleepy and slower. After walking for about five hours, it was getting light. At this time, my disabled, poor mother, full of tears, caught up with her sister from behind with difficulty, anxiety and panting, left her luggage behind, and hugged me with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

At dawn, our mother and son met again. I fought back my grief, dried my tears, tightened my belt, starved and moved on. As we walked, we asked a lot of people before we went to my second uncle's daughter's house. However, this family, too, has no food to eat and has lived a life of hunger and cold for many years. We are helpless and can only boil water to satisfy our hunger with a small amount of food with us. ...

During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, we were lashed by the "Three Lights Policy" of the Japanese invaders, and thousands of families were forced to leave their homes, starved, homeless and suffered human suffering. The above experience of fleeing is a true portrayal of my memories of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's tragic childhood.

7. Goethe's mother read the story of her godson.

Mother is the first school for children and plays a vital role in children.

8. After reading the story of mother's escape.

After reading this story, I was very moved. What a considerate man he is. He remembered what his mother said decades ago, and how filial he was. Let us also learn to be grateful. Our mother has always cared about us. Silently dedicated to us, I also want to repay my mother and make her happy.

9. My mother's feelings about the story of the picture book after reading the word 100.

Today is Mother's Day. The picture book I read in reading and writing class is my mother.

My mother in the book is not only a great cook but also a magician. She is not only a magical painter, but also the strongest woman in the world. She is also an amazing gardener. She can make everything grow well. She is also a kind fairy. When I am sad, she always makes me happy. Her singing is as sweet as an angel, and her roaring is as fierce as a lion. She is as beautiful as a butterfly, as comfortable as a sofa, as gentle as a cat and as tough as a rhinoceros. Whether she is a dancer or an astronaut, whether she is a movie actress or a big boss, she is my mother. I love my mother and she loves me very much.

After reading this book, I think my mother is really great! She will be as gentle as a cat when she is happy and growl like a tiger when she is angry. She is as smart as an owl, can do math problems and speaks fluent English. She is as hardworking as a bee, and she is a very good cook. I like her potato stewed beef and coke chicken wings best. She is also like a magical fairy who always makes me happy.

Mom loves me so much! I love my mother too! I will study hard in the future, get rid of my careless bad habits, don't make my mother angry, and listen to my mother.

10. Thank you for liking your mother's story.

Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby ... "Every time I hear this song, I will think of my dear mother. When I was very young, my mother often gave me a bath, and I was always happy, because at that time, my mother's smooth hands gently brushed my skin, which was very comfortable. After taking a shower, I always habitually hold my mother's hand, which is white, tender and soft, like soft toffee. From then on, I had a good impression on my mother's hand. Every time before going to school, my mother touched my little face with her hand and said, "You must listen carefully in class, okay?" I looked at her hand, made a face and went to school. My mother's hand has become a beautiful landscape in my heart, and I have always loved it. When I grow up, the naive little girl has become a mature and steady me, and I no longer spoil my mother. Although I don't often look at my mother's hand carefully, that wonderful memory will always live in my heart. One stormy night, the cold wind whistling outside the window, I was immersed in a beautiful dream. Suddenly, a light footsteps woke me up and got closer and closer to me. I think it must be my mother. She often comes to help me find the quilt at night. Sure enough, the quilt moved and covered my cold feet. My mother is still tucking the quilt on my shoulder in the factory. Suddenly, it was unusually warm and my heart was full of gratitude to my mother. Ouch! How painful! A hand slid across my forehead and gently pulled open my imminent hair. How come? Is it mom's hand? I remember my mother's hands were not like this, right? I can't breathe with all the question marks in my head. So I carefully opened one eye slightly, ah! The hand in the blur is full of traces, black and black. It must have been made when cutting red summer vines. I tried to open it again. I saw it! I saw it! This is obviously the mother's hand. The scar on the hand is as uneven as a wave in the wind. A few fingers are like bare trunks, lacking vitality and softness. Generally speaking, it is no different from a yellow leaf. Suddenly my nose is sour and I feel very uncomfortable. Is this the beautiful scenery in my mind? No, no, I don't want this. I tried to stop my mother, but she left. I opened my eyes, tears wet my eyelashes, and looked at my mother's distant back. She limped along, beating her waist with both hands. At this time, how much I want to help her smooth her uneven hands, those dull and round hands, those hands like dead Garcinia leaves, those ... Because of these ordinary and ordinary hands, I have passed 14 spring, summer, autumn and winter safely and comfortably, which has pointed out the right direction for my life path and made me. Thank you for your mother's hands and the beautiful scenery in my heart. Mom, I will definitely return your beautiful hand when I grow up! My mother is old. Only from her frosty hair and the face carved into the ditch by the sharp knife of the years, I read that my mother was really drained of oil and water and gradually became old. Every morning, after washing, a delicious hot breakfast has been presented on the table before serving. Day after day, year after year, a dozen spring, summer, autumn and winter. It was still dark in the morning of late autumn and early winter. I always beg my mother to walk me out of this dark alley many times at home, but she still insists that I go by myself. Just like when I was a child, I fell down. No matter how loudly I cried and roared, she still insisted that I get up by myself. She will give me a sweet smile when I get up. As a child, I was also very satisfied. But at this time, listening to the roar of the wind, there is an unspeakable fear in my heart. I ran out of the alley with all my strength. When I turned and smiled, I clearly saw a thin figure across the alley. As I grow older, I become braver. I advised my mother not to send it again, but she was still worried. Hey! Now I know how to recall the deep feelings in my heart. The scene of my mother watching me go to school in the cold weather has been frozen, like an old camera, "humming" a stream of white smoke and taking a beautiful photo. My mother is very hardworking. Once, I went back to my grandmother's house with her. Unfortunately, it is raining. In order to prevent cabbage from getting wet, mother needs to carry hundreds of cabbages that have just been brought back from the field into the house one by one. Mother asked me and grandma to go to bed first. She was busy from 9 o'clock until late at night. I wonder how grandma felt at that time. She must be very upset. My mother gave everything for me, but she didn't ask me for anything. I read my mother enthusiastically, and maybe I will understand it in another twenty or thirty years. My father is a classical Chinese writer, and my mother is a beautiful prose writer, elegant and touching; Father is a classical Chinese, which is difficult to read. It needs to be understood word by word to discover his beauty and love. Now I am a junior high school student, and I need to study at night. Sometimes I go out to do something with my classmates and stay busy until 9 o'clock. Even so, my father sat at the dinner table reading the newspaper, waiting for me to have dinner with him. Sometimes I do my homework late, but he insists on staying with me until late at night. He always tells some beautiful stories to relax my nerves and doesn't forget to fill my cup with water. "Dad, you are sleepy, go to sleep first. ""no, I'm reading the newspaper. " "Don't look, go to sleep." "This newspaper is quite interesting." "What newspaper ..." In an instant, the air froze and all the scenes froze. I was so moved that I couldn't breathe-my father took the newspaper and "read" it with relish, but the car wheels on it were in the air. My father and I are getting closer and closer, and I gradually understand his classical Chinese. Heart-to-heart communication often makes me regard my father as my best friend. My father wanted me to take everything from him, and he gave it willingly. My father talks about true love superficially, but I try to read it. Father's classical Chinese is difficult to read and understand, and I will read it with unremitting heart. Comments: This is a text that embodies the heart of "a grass and a tree spring at first". Between the lines are love and gratitude for parents! Although the words are shallow, they publicize the truth, goodness and beauty of the world. It's really touching to look carefully!

Mother is an out-and-out rural woman. Although she hasn't studied for several years, she knows how to love children. I remember it was winter and I went to bed before I finished my homework. After a while, maybe my mother read my exercise book, pulled me out of bed at once, and said with a serious face, "How can I rest if I haven't finished my homework?" Hurry and finish your homework first. "Looking at my mother's serious and terrible face, I hurried to my desk, picked up a pen and started doing it again. Time passed by, and finally "God helps those who help themselves" got the answer. Look up at the clock. Oh, my God! It is already 12. At this moment, I saw my mother beside me, full of energy. Tired, I jumped on the bed without even tidying my schoolbag. In the dim light, I saw my mother still tidying up the back of my schoolbag ... My mother is very strict with my study, but she tries her best to meet my study needs. Once, I saw a copy of "Composition Building" at my deskmate. I was curious and asked him to borrow it. Unexpectedly, just reading a few articles, I feel that there are many writing methods in this book, which are helpful for my composition. So after school. I told my mother about it. Mother put down her farm work and ran to the bookstore to ask. A dozen bookstores asked about it, but they didn't buy the book. I feel a little anxious. But my mother said, "You can study with peace of mind. I have asked the teacher in the bookstore to take it away. The boss said he would buy it within a week. Be sure to bring it. About this book. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news. "My mother has rheumatism in her legs. I feel sorry for her running around tirelessly, so I said," Forget it. Mom, I don't think that book is of any use now. "Although I hide my sadness in my heart. But my mother hesitated and refused to give up. A week later, my mother went to the bookstore, but the boss said, "I wasn't there when I bought the goods." Wait another week. " On a stormy night, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door. I was waiting for my mother to come back, so I hurried to open the door. I saw that her whole body was wet with rain, and her pale face looked even paler. She said with a tired smile, "Look what I brought back for you?" Say that finish, just give me a book. As soon as I saw it, it was my dream composition building. I was so excited that I didn't know how to be grateful. My mother looked at me affectionately and said, "read well and don't disappoint my hopes." "Since then, I will study harder in the future. Whenever I want to be lazy, my mother always tells me to be diligent; Whenever I have a difficult battle, my mother will always accompany me until late at night; Whenever I want to get some books about study, my mother always goes all out to get them. I realized that I couldn't have achieved such excellent results without my mother's efforts. I am studying hard now, also to live up to my conscience and my mother. I want to sum up all my gratitude and respect into a heartfelt sentence: "thank you, mom!"