? A letter from a student to his mother on March 8th Women's Day, 600 words.
? Dear Mom:
? I really want to write something for you. Long time no see ... but I don't know why, whenever I mention writing "maternal love", I can't figure it out. Until today, on the occasion of Women's Day on March 8, I was suddenly moved by the profoundness of maternal love, and the thoughts deposited in my heart that day could not help but come to mind.
? How many times have I studied hard at my desk in the dead of night? When I am tired, a cup of hot milk has quietly arrived. Looking up, leaving only my mother's gradually blurred back ... the silent warmth diluted all my fatigue.
? How many times have you gone to school and suddenly turned around, or stood on the street corner and watched you leave? Looking at you in the wind, your eyes full of love and expectation appear in front of you. Full of emotion has already flooded into my eyes.
? Motherly love is a silent feeling, a silent dock. When I am tired, give me the strength to set sail. In the storm, aren't you like a red plum in full bloom in the holy snow? You know how to adapt to the environment after a fearless struggle with nature and disasters, and hold up a shade in the depths of my soul to rest me, so that I can understand the pulse of blood more deeply while working hard. Life is full of affection.
? Your love is like water, and all your exhortations, entrustment, nagging and even complaints show the delicacy, consideration and transparency of women's unique care for the next generation.
? Your love is like silk, which connects your heart with mine. Every time our heart beats, there will be a sudden or slow vibration with our mother, which will affect your silent thoughts.
? If I am a tall camphor tree, then the root of the tree is you, and thousands of feet can't forget the root even if the tree is tall;
? If I am that silver moon, then you are the sun in my heart, because it gives me light;
? If I am a cloud in the horizon, then you are the sky I depend on. With you, my beauty is no longer monotonous.
? In your loving eyes, I read endless warmth, so do you feel my love for you?
? Love and water blend, love and heart are connected, mom, I hope that in every windy and rainy day in the future, let me hold up a clear sky for you!
? I wish you: smooth work, good health and happiness forever!
? xxx
? 20xx year x month x day
? A letter from a student to his mother on March 8th Women's Day, 600 words.
? Dear mother:
? Hello!
? How have you been recently? Are you tired from work? I know you have worked hard for our family for most of your life. I have a lot to tell you, but it's on my lips and I can't say it. "March 8" Women's Day is coming, so I'd like to take this opportunity to write a letter and tell you what I think.
? I remember you once said that as a student, you should turn a deaf ear to things outside the window and concentrate on reading sage books. Your words have been echoing in my heart and become my motto. However, there are some things I don't quite agree with you. But it must be mentioned, because communication and understanding are the way for mother and child to get along.
? Every time I come home from school on Sunday, I always bury myself in watching TV, leaving you with messy clothes. You usually help me fold the quilt. But the father looked at your practice and said sternly, "you can't spoil your children like this!" " Now he will feel happy if you do this, but how long can this happiness last? "I am very ashamed of what my father said.
? Every time my dad says you spoil me, you always blush and don't talk, as if you were tacitly admitting that you had done something wrong. But why do you want to do this next time? Oh! I see, there is a great and sacred force that drives you to do that. This may be maternal love. It's the power of motherly love that makes you can't help it. It's the power of motherly love that makes you care about me so much. Love me.
? I still remember the famous saying "I miss my mother for a thousand miles in the afternoon". It appropriately reflects the sincere feelings between mother and son. Whenever I read this famous saying, my mind will always fly to the scene where you met me at the roadside. Every time I come back from school, the first person I see when I get off the bus is always you. It was you who carried my heavy schoolbag on your thin shoulders and walked home with me step by step. In fact, this scene has long been deeply engraved in my heart. I don't think I can repay you for everything you have done for me in this life. I have a new dream now, that is: to be your son in my next life.
? The only thing I can do now is to wish you a happy holiday on the occasion of Women's Day. Mother and child are connected, you must feel it.
? Wish: good health and all the best!
? Your son:
? 20xx year x month x day
? A letter from a student to his mother on March 8th Women's Day, 600 words.
? Dear Mom:
? Hello!
? Did you and dad settle down there? Have you started a business?
? Mom, from the 16th day of the first month, when you and dad were carrying luggage for several years and strode to the station in the city under the still bright moonlight, my heart drifted to your other "home" with the rapid pace. I only heard a few slight fireworks, but I felt particularly cold in the morning, and my heart was as cold as ice slag. Hurry up, if you slow down, you will miss the first bus, and you will be crowded ... Oh, call me more when you miss me ... The intermittent sound finally disappeared without a trace.
? Mom, you left again. This difference was a year ago. No, it should be two years ago. The same night, the same gift package, but the only thing that changes is your body. At that time, when you left, there were no bouts of coughing, no moaning of low back pain, no … But now, you, you have become so old. His forehead was covered with wrinkles like pine bark, and countless silver wires appeared between his black hair. The whole portrait was "covered" and was out of place with my "mother" two years ago. No, it's not "beauty", but the ruthless years have hit your thin body. The wrinkles on the forehead are formed by autumn frost, the "gullies" on the hands are cut by ice residue in winter, and the dark complexion is the "masterpiece" of summer sunshine. All the changes are due to the years and this family.
? Mom, you know what? Since I left you that day and went to bed at night, I have always heard your earnest exhortation and concern. Although this is only in a dream, I have already felt your voice: "Strive for a breath and get into college, which makes me feel a little comfort and pride after running around for many years."
? Mom. I want to tell you: "when I grow up, I won't cry because I am leaving." You made me understand that short-term pain will bring long-term happiness. " What I have to do now is: "study hard and repay you when I grow up." I hope I can't send you a bunch of carnations on Women's Day, but my heart is full of blessings for you.
? I am here to convey
? Salute!
? Daughter:
? 20xx year x month x day