Motherly love: What is the greatest love in the world? That is maternal love. In my mind, my mother is the greatest.
Once, on my way to school, my foot accidentally got stuck on my mother's bike and I cried. My mother stopped at once and took off my socks to see the injury. My mother was surprised when she saw it. It turned out that my foot was cut by a bicycle tire, and blood kept flowing from the wound. My mother is in a hurry. Comfort me. Call my father and ask him to bring some disinfection supplies. After a while, my father came with disinfection supplies, and my mother quickly helped me wipe the medicine. My mother still asks me from time to time: "Does it hurt?" Be patient, it will be all right soon. "However, because the medicine was too stimulating, I grinned with pain. My mother quickly comforted me: "Don't cry, don't cry, it will be fine soon, be strong!" " "I rubbed the medicine and blew on the wound. My mother cured my injury quickly, and then rushed to school for fear that I would be too late for class.
At the school gate, my mother also explained the situation to the students on duty and asked them not to deduct points in our class. At this time, I saw my mother's hard sweat flow down.
When I entered the school, I looked back and found my mother still standing in the same place looking at me. At this time, my nose is sour. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "
My love is really insignificant compared with my mother's love. It is said that maternal love is selfless and great, and I deeply realized it. I often wonder how much love I gave my mother. Can my mother feel my love?
Dad is busy with work these days, and only my mother and I are at home. One day, my mother suddenly fell ill.
I don't know how to do it. I take care of my mother by imitating the way she takes care of me. I'll bring my mother a glass of water first, and then take a pill to make her feel at ease. Sometimes I sleep in bed with my mother. I always drill my mother's quilt first. The quilt is warm. I'll let my mother get through it to make her feel warm. Although I only brought my mother a glass of water, took a medicine and warmed the bed, I was already satisfied with her expression.
Once, my mother was unhappy and lying in bed. I saw it. I went over to my mother and said, "Mom, I know, you are not happy now, are you?" Did I make you angry? "Mom said," No, children don't ask so many questions. I thought about it and said, "mom, don't think about being angry." You just think you have new clothes to wear and cakes to eat! " "Mom laughed when she remembered it. I said happily, "Mom smiled! Mom smiled! "
This trivial matter makes my mother very satisfied. The ancient poem says, "But how many loves have grass that is inches long and can give the sun's rays?"? "Sunshine-like maternal love cannot be returned. In fact, I love my mother bit by bit and learn from her. As the saying goes, people should live with a grateful heart. Because of this gratitude, we can live happier and the world will be broader.
My mother loves me very much, but I always lose my temper with her, so I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "
Everyone should have seen such a scene: on rainy days, when many mothers and children are holding an umbrella, the mother leans the umbrella towards the child. My mother is the same person. Once, it was raining heavily outside, and my mother and I went shopping under an umbrella. After a while, I found my mother's umbrella leaning towards me. I thought my mother accidentally lifted the umbrella sideways, so I said to her, "Mom, your umbrella is tilted." After that, I pushed my umbrella to her side with my hand. I didn't expect my mother to slowly tilt her umbrella to my side. Rain dripped on her, and half her body was wet. I thought: isn't it hard for mom to get caught in the rain like this? So, I pushed the umbrella to her again. As a result, my mother tilted her umbrella to my side again. I felt very strange and asked, "Mom, why do you always tilt your umbrella to my side?" Mother said, "Because you are my baby, I don't want you to get wet!" " "At this time, my nose is sour and I want to cry. Mom loves me so much!
A mother's love for her children is selfless, just as a mother thinks of me wholeheartedly with an umbrella. When I grow up and my mother is old, I will take care of her selflessly.
Mother's love She has a pair of delicate eyes, a high nose that stands out, and shiny black hair. She is my mother.
When I was two or three years old, I vaguely remembered that it was noon on a hot summer day. I went downstairs to play on the path alone, humming and jumping all the way. I fell with a crash and cried, but no one helped me, just me and my mother. "Whose child is this?" How could this mother be so ill-bred that she left her child behind? Really! ""Why don't children come out to play without their mother's permission? He deserved to fall! "... all they know is to criticize me and my mother, where they either laugh or scold. No one came to help me and comfort me. Suddenly, I heard a rush of footsteps and looked up and saw my mother. My mother looked guilty, but didn't complain. I can't help shivering all over. Mother carried me on her back and ran quickly to the bus. Listen to a little sobbing in detail. I looked around, and when I looked down, I saw my mother. She has a tissue in her hand and tears in her eyes. I feel bad in my heart.
Ten years have passed, and I still can't forget it, because my mother's love is great and selfless. Mother has done so much for us, but she doesn't ask for anything in return. Isn't this maternal love? Isn't this maternal love great and selfless? Motherly love is like the vast sea, which contains our mistakes. Motherly love, like selfless candlelight, illuminates our future. Why don't we care about mom? But some people not only don't care about their mothers, but also fight with them. This is a very hateful thing, so we must be a child who knows how to be grateful to his parents!
Maternal love is selfless and will not be exhausted, which shows that maternal love is very great and will always accompany us.
How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. How classic this sentence of Whitman is. Yes, everyone's mother is the same, thinking about their children's food, clothing, housing and transportation. In her mother's eyes, we are all children and will never grow up. No matter who you are, whether you are a criminal or a big boss, her love will never change. Let's feel maternal love together!
My mother conceived in October, brought you and me into this world and fed us with milk.
It was your mother who witnessed the whole journey when you went ashore.
When you babble, your mother has been teaching you, teaching you to say mom and teaching you to say dad.
When you climb on the bed, it is your mother who shows you the scenery when you stand up.
When you feel hungry, it is your mother who feeds you with that delicious milk.
It was your mother who drove you to school every day when you were in primary school.
When you graduated from primary school, your mother witnessed your joy and disappointment. While you were studying, it was your mother who witnessed all your elegance.
When you are successful in your career, it is your mother who taught you to be single-minded. ...
When you were growing up, your mother witnessed everything.
As Gorky said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.
As romain rolland said: Mother is a huge flame.
A loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers. So, let's hold on to maternal love and don't let it slip away from us.
Motherly love, selfless!
Motherly love primary school grade four composition 6 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Whoever talks too much will get three chunhui. " Yes! Mother is like sunshine, feeding the grass, and how can the grass repay the kindness of the sun? Time flies, the sun and the moon fly. As time goes by, many small things fade away, but there is one thing that I still remember.
On that cold winter night in my memory, it was stormy and rainy, and I had a high fever. 2 degrees. Seeing my painful appearance, my mother immediately made a decision: take me to the hospital at once. She put on one dress after another and rode me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother took off her coat and covered it for me, lest I catch cold. Looking at my mother's tired and nervous appearance, I thought: Mom, how can I say hello? I would rather give up my body and pay for me! After that, my mother accompanied me for two days and nights. I wake up every morning to see my mother's loving smile and dark circles. I suddenly felt tears splash. ...
In fact, it is not an earth-shattering event or even an ordinary trivial matter for a mother to accompany her child for intravenous drip, but it can reflect the selflessness and sincerity of maternal love.
Time flies like running water, and there are several clearly visible wrinkles on my mother's face. Ah! Mom, how can I repay you?
Motherly love composition 7 Tomorrow is March 8th International Women's Day, which is a festival for mothers all over the world. I want to send a present to my mother to wish her a happy holiday. My gift is that I want to tell my mother the truth: mom, I love you!
My mother is very careful and concerned about me, especially in her study, and she can't be careless at all. Usually, my mother helps me with my homework. My mother who doesn't understand always tells me patiently so that I can understand. I do it seriously, too. My mother is very happy to see that I can finish my homework independently, which is also great for me. But just last night, my mother invited me to dinner and left after school. She asked me to finish my homework and check it when I came back. At half past seven, my mother came back to check my homework. After the Chinese examination, I checked my math. My mother was very angry after reading my math homework. Let me check it again. I said I did nothing wrong. My mother saw that I was so confident and slapped me hard. My mother never hits me at ordinary times. When my mother pointed out the wrong question to me, I couldn't believe that I got the division formula of five questions wrong. That's because my mother is not at home and I'm lazy to do my homework. I didn't even make a vertical column out of draft paper. No wonder my mother is so angry. I really should type it. At that time, I was still complaining that my mother hit me. Later, I thought I was really wrong, but I didn't apologize to my mother.
Today, I want to take advantage of my mother's holiday to say what I want to say to my mother as a gift for my mother. I hope mom can forgive me after reading it. Mom, I want to tell you: I was really wrong this time. I should not be so careless. I failed to live up to your expectations. I will do my homework carefully in the future and repay your love for me with excellent results!
Maternal love is a long telephone line. No matter how far I go, I will always care about it, and it will always accompany me.
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One morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. When I got to school, it rained a few stars outside. The class began, and it began to rain outside. In the fourth class, thunder rumbled outside, accompanied by a burst of.
Lightning. It's raining again and the wind is blowing again. I thought, "The rain will stop soon." However, it was raining outside until school was over. I didn't bring my umbrella this morning. If I go home in the rain, I'm sure to get wet.
I was in a hurry when I suddenly saw a very familiar figure. It's mom! I thought to myself, "Why did my mother come here to pick me up? Isn't she still working? " My mother came to me and I asked
Mom: "Mom, why are you here? Aren't you still at work? " Mother said, "It's raining hard. Do you have an umbrella? I have to ask for leave to pick you up. " Mother said, "Go home quickly. It will rain heavily again in a while. "
My mother gave me an umbrella on my way home. I didn't get wet in the rain at all when I got home. My mother was like a drowned rat. When I saw my mother, I was deeply moved.
I love you, my good mother.
Motherly love 9 Motherly love is like a thin spring rain in spring, sometimes it can be felt, sometimes it can't be felt, but it is always full of warmth, just like Fu's sentence "Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently".
In my eyes, my mother is like a strict teacher and a good friend. My mother is strict with me for professional reasons, just like her students. When I make mistakes, I always show no mercy.
Motherly love is severe.
In order to enrich my life and improve my spoken English, my mother often takes me to see English soundtrack movies. Spring is coming, the air conditioner in the cinema is turned off, the temperature difference is too big, and the cinema is as cold as an ice house. Whenever I catch a cold, I catch a cold and my throat is uncomfortable. Once, I wore a thin sweater and my mother only wore a coat. The movie started, and my mother was worried that I would touch my hands every once in a while. But the cinema was so cold that my hands and feet soon got cold. Seeing me shivering with cold, my mother took off her coat and put it on me, leaving only a thin shirt. I was so absorbed in this that I didn't notice my mother's behavior.
At the end of the movie, I found my mother's face was very pale. She took my hand, and it was cold. It suddenly dawned on me that my mother would rather catch a cold than give me her coat. This is the love of her parents. She would rather sacrifice herself to protect her children.
Motherly love is warm.
We only know how to accept love, but we don't know how to return it, and even forget the love of our parents. Parents take care of us in every possible way, giving love and efforts. There is an old saying: "Crows know how to feed back, and sheep know how to kneel and feed." We should also learn to care for our parents, and it is our duty to be grateful and filial.
Motherly love fourth grade composition 10 Dear mother:
As the saying goes, maternal love is vast. Maternal love is as boundless as the sky. That's what you do, worry about me and worry about me. You left me your beautiful black hair and wasted that wonderful time on me. Here, I sincerely thank you: "Mom, you are really great." At the same time, I lamented myself: "I worried you, I am really not as good as you!"
You know all my thoughts and thoughts. What do I know about you? Do you remember? Once in a performance, the teacher asked me to be the protagonist in the play, so I practiced hard every day. Unexpectedly, I caught a cold because I worked too hard. The teacher found another person to replace me. I really want to cry, all my efforts are in vain! But at that time, you went out and closed the door. After you left, I thought it over. Anyway, I have paid, and really realized the meaning of "one minute on stage, ten years off stage". Is this hard training process more important than the final result? More exciting? After thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze, vaguely heard the hurried footsteps, and then heard your long breathing. ...
How deep you love me! When I burned to 40 degrees, your eyes showed anxiety for a long time. You grab the key, and the rapid footsteps connect in a string, and the echo never stops. When I went straight to the drugstore, I felt a warm heart, and tears fell down my eyes, and my face was full of tears.
Mother, an indispensable guide and teacher in life. Your tireless persuasion, gentle eyes, kind face and convincing voice all stem from your great maternal love!
Your dear daughter.
Motherly love fourth grade composition 1 1 I still remember an incident that happened when my mother and I went to the supermarket last year.
I was playing with a paste seasoning box and accidentally pulled my hand out of a big hole. Suddenly, the big hole was bleeding. Because I was often injured when I was a child, I can still endure the pain of this minor injury. I endured the pain and went to my mother. My mother turned pale after seeing it, reflecting not anxiety but fear. My mother immediately went to the hospital behind my back and went to the surgical clinic. The doctor looked at my wound and said, "There are two ways to treat this wound." Mom quickly asked, "What are those two ways?" The doctor replied, "The first method is sewing, otherwise …" I didn't wait for the doctor to finish, so I said, "I don't want to sew. Stop sewing!" The doctor added, "The second method is to put some medicine on it, but the wound will leave a mark after healing."
Mother said: "The child doesn't want rubella, wrap it up!" "The doctor said," all right. "The doctor made a finger cuff with three pieces of gauze, and then put some cotton balls dipped in medicine in it. Finally, put a set on your hand and tie it with tape. After returning home, my mother asked me, "Does the wound still hurt?" I said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. "My mother went to the kitchen and cooked me a delicious meal. In this way, under the careful care of my mother, my wound healed day by day.
Mother's love is like medicine for the wound in my hand. I want to have a love when I grow up.
Motherly love composition 12 in my memory, my mother is taciturn, unsmiling and not good at expressing, so that I don't care about her. However, what happened one day completely changed my view of her.
That day, I got up early and found that the originally open door was actually closed. I have doubts in my heart: who exactly entered my room? A few days later in the morning, I saw such a scene again, and I made up my mind to solve this mystery.
In order to know why, one day, I went to bed after dinner to see why. Half an hour, an hour, two hours ... I almost fell asleep, and suddenly the door of my mother's room was opened with a bang. I saw a short and familiar figure climb in, mom! It's mom! She walked quietly to my bed, bent down and carefully picked up my slipped quilt and put it on my bed. Her movements are very light for fear of disturbing my sleep. I called out softly, "Mom!" Mother found that I was still awake and said softly, "Go to sleep." I patted my quilt again and left quietly. Before leaving, she gently closed the open door. Mother's footsteps faded away, and I heard her close the door and go to bed.
I finally solved the mystery hidden in this door. It turns out that it's my mother who sneaks into my room every night and lets me sleep peacefully!
In these days, my mother let me know that she loves me with practical actions, and her love is deep and great. The sweetest word in the world is mom, and the best call is mom.
Thanks, Mom! From now on, in the future and forever!
Mother's love for fourth grade composition 13 When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I often took part in school recreational activities. Once, my mother came to see me perform Celebrating the Harvest. After the performance, I asked my mother, do you know which doll with big head is me?
The fourth one on the left.
I looked at her in surprise. * * * There are ten big-headed dolls participating in the performance, which are generally very tall, with identical costumes, and the movements are very standardized by the coach. What does mom think?
Is your foot stuck by something? Towards the end, I saw the fourth person on the left slightly shake his left hand. That's what happens when you get stung by something. That's how I recognized you. Mom said.
In the sun, I silently hung my head, and my young heart seemed to be strongly shocked. I suddenly saw my mother holding my hand tightly. If there are 10 mothers who only show this skill, let me choose a mother among them. Can I recognize which rough marks belong to her?
I can't.
The starting point, landing plane and extension line of love between children and mothers will never be the same. Because she is a mother, her eyes are pure and affectionate sea. And we are just a boat, and we will never get out of her sea.
If one day, your mother talks about a tiny stupid thing you did a long time ago, don't be surprised by her memory. In front of mother, there are no miracles.
My mother is gentle and beautiful. I think she is the best mother in the world.
On Sunday afternoon, my mother said that she would take me to the mountain to pick acacia flowers. I was so happy that I jumped the mountain with my mother. In the afternoon, we returned home with a full load. Just as I was going down the mountain, I accidentally fell down. My mother saw it and quickly helped me up and said to me, "Are you hurt?" I said to my mother, "No, I just hit my leg." But my mother is still very worried, knowing that my leg hurts, afraid that I will fall, and she will carry me down the mountain. When I got home, my mother quickly looked at my leg, still soaked in blood. My mother gave me iodophor on my leg. After a while, my mother asked me, "Does it still hurt?" I said to my mother, "It doesn't hurt anymore." My mother always cares about me. In winter, I'm afraid I'll freeze. Give me clothes. In summer, I'm afraid I'm hot. Prepare cold boiled water for me I'm afraid I can't eat, drink or sleep well. I worry about everything.
My mother works outdoors, which is very hard. One day, the sun was shining. But I was cool at home and turned on the air conditioner, but my mother had to work outside for me. She worked all day. At night, my mother came home sweating like a pig. I looked at my mother's tanned face and felt very distressed, but my mother kept smiling. I rushed to hug my mother and said to her, "I must study hard and be an obedient child so as not to worry you."
Mother's love is really hard for us to repay. It's really "but how much love does an inch of grass have, and it won three rays of spring!" "
Motherly love composition 15 In this world, "love" is very common. Sometimes we are cared for by others and enjoy a kind of love, and sometimes you unconsciously give others "love". I think our parents have given us the most love in the world, and we should do something for them. ...
One gloomy afternoon, I was reading at home after school, and my mother was about to get off work. I opened the window and looked out. A cold wind blew on me, and I shivered. It's raining cats and dogs, and mom is going to get off work. I wonder if she has rain gear. How does she get home? At this time, I remembered countless such rainy days. If I didn't bring my umbrella after school, my mother would appear in front of me at that critical moment-she would ask for leave to pick me up every time! I'm at home now, so I might as well pick up my mother. So I put on my raincoat and boots, picked up my umbrella and left home. I don't have to worry about my mom getting on the bus after work. There must be some colleagues with me. I'll wait for her at the station where she got off. I want to walk towards the station. It was too rainy to walk, and it took a long time to get to the station.
The station was quiet and empty, and I was the only one. There is lightning in the sky from time to time and there is water on the ground. I'm a little scared, Coco. I cheer myself up: no! Not afraid. It's nothing. I am a man. I must wait until my mother comes back.
Every car stopped at the station, and I watched the people who got off carefully for fear of missing my mother. I was shivering with the cold wind, so I found a place where I could avoid the wind, squatted down and continued to watch the car, and went in and out of the station. Finally, I saw a familiar figure get off the car and I rushed up.
But it's your turn, mom-my good mom!
Life is a mirror. If you do something unfair, it will come back with anger. You give tenderness, and it smiles back.