1. Poems or famous quotes that praise mother's love should be used as the beginning or end of a composition about mother.

All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother.

(Golky) Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland) There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother.

(Dante) A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not be sweet when sleeping in them? (Hugo) The sweetest word that human lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother". (Kahlil Gibran) Maternal love is the greatest power in the world.

(Mill) When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother - she is the companion in failure.

(Zheng Zhenduo) Motherly love is such a strong, selfish, and fanatical emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan) Mothers all over the world are so alike! Their hearts are always the same.

Every mother has an extremely pure heart. (Whitman) All the glory and pride in the world comes from the mother.

(Gorky) One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. (Japan) Wherever you are, Mom, is the happiest place (UK). 2. The beginning and end of a composition about maternal love

Netizens, please accept my question! ! ! The lingering affection in the rain has started to rain, and I think of you again, Mom, and that incident on the rainy day... I just want to say apologetically to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" It's time for sketching class on Sunday, you He came all the way from class to see me off.

But God was not kind to us, and it suddenly started raining. You pedaled the bicycle hard, and heavy raindrops fell on your face, clothes, and glasses. Sweat slipped silently from your face. You didn't bother to wipe it, and still rode hard.

I moved my umbrella towards you, but you said with concern: "Don't give me a shot. You just had diarrhea yesterday. Don't catch a cold again." I was speechless. I had no choice but to keep holding the umbrella over me.

When I arrived at school, I saw no one around, and I began to panic: Don’t miss class today! My mother even gave up taking a nap in class in order to see me off, but if she still has to send me home now, wouldn’t she be making trouble? I quickly jumped out of the car and asked the gatekeeper. After asking, I felt like a thunderbolt struck me, and I almost had a heart attack.

Too bad, there are no classes today! I walked up to you and whispered hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Mom, there is no sketching class today." You still looked pleasant after hearing this, thought for a while, nodded the tip of my nose amiably and said: "I knew there might not be class today. But I'm afraid that class will delay your study, little fool.

I'll take you home! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work?" I'll walk back by myself. You said with a smile: "You are a child going home by yourself. As a parent, can I rest assured?" Get in the car quickly! "I got in the car as instructed.

Along the way, the road was sometimes flat and sometimes bumpy. I felt very guilty for some reason and felt sorry for my mother. But my mouth felt like it was covered with strong glue. I couldn't open it, and even if I opened it, no sound could come out of my throat.

When I got home, I stood at the door of the building and watched your retreating figure disappear completely in the rain and mist. I suddenly realized how great you are... Another article is: Unforgettable fire. Fire has beautiful colors, but it is also scary. But in the face of fire, my mother is not afraid.

One morning, I woke up and found that the door and corridor walls of my house were dark, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

I was shocked when I passed by my neighbor. My mother and I learned what happened last night. Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and sparks broke out. After a while, the fire started burning wildly. The smoke was billowing.

The fire truck came, knocking on doors and evacuating people. At this time, my mother also woke up. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up from my deep sleep. .

But because I had just finished my dance class, I fell into a deep sleep. No matter how much I screamed or pushed, my mother couldn’t wake me up.

I ran, but I was too heavy and it was far beyond my mother's ability to bear it. So, my mother made up her mind not to run away, so she stayed with me until she got wet. A towel was used to cover my mouth and nose. My mother just held me in her arms, not waiting for death.

Fortunately, the firefighters saved the day at the critical moment. The fire was extinguished, and my mother and I were saved! My mother calmly recounted the story of the composition, as if she didn’t take the fire seriously at all. But at this time, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and my tears were blurring.

In an instant, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart.

What power can make my mother not flinch in front of the raging fire? What kind of power can allow my mother to face the danger of death and accompany me to face the fire? I think this may be maternal love.

Simple yet tear-jerking. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, and it is true after all.

The power of maternal love is great, it is the mother who is not afraid in the face of fire. In fact, my mother could have left me alone and escaped alone.

But she didn't. Having my mother hold me and give me strength during life or death emergencies.

Escape is human instinct, but in the face of selfless maternal love, it can only succumb. Motherly love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility.

"Mom is the only good person in the world." This is true. When you are injured or in danger, your mother will open her arms and give you strength and warmth. A friend in need is a friend indeed. The usually nagging mother will not be afraid in front of the fire. This may be due to the deep maternal love! Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother: "I want to travel around the world with my singing."

My mother just smiled and said nothing, standing alone in the wind, thoughtfully Looking at the white dandelions flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew that my dreams were far away, and that the farthest star in the sky would always be the destination I sought.

She said she would always support me. At that time, I only vaguely felt my mother's understanding of me, but my youth and ignorance at that time made me never aware of the reluctance and pity my mother expressed when she spoke.

Time has lengthened my figure, and as I grew up, I re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispersed the twilight of the night, when the setting sun was swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother was carrying farm tools on her back. Walking quickly on the path in the field, neither light nor darkness could stop her steps; when the sky was full of stars and my classmates and I were playing and chasing each other under the moon, my mother was weaving her love into my body stitch by stitch. In the sweater; when I was wearing a warm down jacket and chatting and laughing by the stove on a cold winter day, my mother was scrubbing the clothes in the cold water with her swollen hands;... So, my heart was deeply touched and was heavily The ground hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, are my dreams still far away? Can I still travel around the world with my singing calmly? "grateful"! Rational thought speaks to me. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy family happiness? Or should I carve out my own world first and let my mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has slowly risen, and it's a new day.

I reorganized my thoughts and asked rationally: "You don't have a strong arm, how can you repay your kindness? You don't have the ability to survive, so how dare you repay your kindness? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness... ? "I still can't let go. I feel ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young. I am even more confused now that I know how to repay kindness but don't know how to be grateful. At this time, my mother said that she wanted me. 3. The beginning and end of the composition about maternal love

1 Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its root. I think this sentence shows that a loving mother is very important to a person, just like roots are to flowers.

2 All the glory and pride in the world come from my mother. (Golky)

3 Maternal love is a huge flame. (Romain Rolland)

4 There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother. (Dante)

5 A loving mother’s arms are made of love, how can a child not feel sweet sleeping in them? (Hugo)

6 The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother". (Kahlil Gibran)

7 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)

8 When you are successful, everyone is a friend. But only mother - she is the companion in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)

9 Mother's love is such a strong, selfish, and feverish emotion that occupies our entire heart. (Duncan)

10 How similar mothers are all over the world! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart. (Whitman)

11 All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother. (Gorky)

12 One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality pales in comparison. (Japan)

13 Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place (UK)

14 Maternal love is the greatest power in the world (Mill)

15 Everything else in the world is false and empty. Only mother is real, eternal and immortal. (India)

16 The mother in memory! My dearest lover, you are all my joy and all my friendship. (France)

17 How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love (Duncan)

18 In the mouth and heart of the child, the mother is God.

(UK)

19 Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness (France)

20 Although women are fragile, mothers are Be strong (France)

21 Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert.