1: Maternal love accompanies me as I grow up

What is the most ordinary love in the world? It's maternal love. Because she is very small, maybe it’s just a small movement, maybe it’s just a very gentle warning, maybe it’s just the umbrella leaning slightly towards you when it rains, maybe it’s just reminding you to be careful on the road before going to school... And the greatest in the world What is love? It’s also maternal love. Because she is always by your side, she never leaves you, no matter how many years, she is always by your side. Is this what ordinary love can do?

I am an ordinary third-grade primary school student, and I also have the most ordinary and greatest love in the world. My mother makes breakfast for me early every morning, getting up early and staying up late, just to give Ding Ding a good learning environment. And when I make a mistake, she first looks for the reasons for herself, criticizes me in a tactful way, and helps me correct my mistakes

There are countless ancient poems and famous sayings praising maternal love in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Wandering Son" writes: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the clothes of a wandering son. She is sewing closely before leaving, for fear of returning later." The loving mother holds a needle and thread in her hand and sews clothes for her son who is about to leave home. . In this poem, maternal love becomes a piece of clothing that the mother is mending in her hands. Although it is small, how can that piece of clothing not be the warmest on her son?

Hugo said: "A loving mother's arms are made of love. How can a child not sleep sweetly in them?" Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother." …Why do so many celebrities praise mothers? This is because mothers have a unique kind of love in the world - maternal love.

Gibran said: "The sweetest word that human lips can utter is 'mother', and the most beautiful call is 'mother'."

Yes, maternal love is The greatest love in the world, let us cherish it and let maternal love accompany me to grow!

Two: Mother’s love accompanies me as I grow up

Mother, when the storm comes in the sky, the bird hides in its nest. When the storm comes in my heart, I can only hide from you. in his arms. ---Inscription

I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, nourishing my dry heart; I am the grass, you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thank you for that morning with dewdrops, you let me I know that I grow up in maternal love.

In the morning, I just got up and finished eating. I looked up and saw my mother standing next to me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a stiff reply from my mother, go by yourself. As soon as I went out, tears of grievance welled up in my eyes. My mother no longer loved me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother would always accompany me on my way to school. Sometimes when I picked up a heavy schoolbag, my mother would always say, "Let me come." Then I moved my schoolbag to her shoulders, and we set off from the dew-dropped early morning. What a pleasant past.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but glance at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dewdrops rolled on the leaf tips, like crystal gems and kind eyes. . What kind dewdrops! Its body is small and can be found everywhere. Invisible in the air during the day, working silently in the darkness at night. But then I thought about it, dewdrops are extraordinary. When night falls, it nourishes the seedlings like a loving mother's milk nurturing a baby; whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It devotes its short life to human beings without demanding anything from the seedlings.

How much like my mother, she takes good care of me and is afraid that I will get hurt. When I was a child, when I wanted to take something from a high place, my mother would always come over to help me take it down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high. I like to walk on the dewy grass in the morning when I go to school. When I want to roll up my trousers for fear of getting them wet, my mother will squat down in a hurry and say: "Let me do it." Then carefully help me roll up my trousers. Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memories.

When I grew up, my mother would always say, "Let him go" when something happened. Once when I encountered a math problem, I was about to ask my father, but "he thought for himself" my mother's voice pulled me back. At the table, I still made it. On the way to school, without your mother's company, she would always say that you are already a junior high school student and you must learn to be independent.

Ah, I understand, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, and love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds at any time, blooming at any time, embellish this long path with the fragrance of flowers, so that pedestrians walking through flowers and leaves, stepping on thorns, do not feel There are tears to fall in pain, but it is not sadness. Growth is sometimes not complicated, and sometimes it only takes a moment to take a big step in thinking. That dewy morning made me grow in maternal love.

Three: Mother's love accompanies me as I grow up

"One day, her feather coat disappeared and she put on the coarse cloth of the world - she had decided to be a mother." This is A sentence from the essay "Mother's Feather Coat" by Taiwanese female writer Zhang Xiaofeng.

Every time I read this, I think of my mother who cared for me when I grew up.

My hands and feet are always cold when the weather is cold and the house is cold. When I sleep with my mother, I always like to put my hands and feet into my mother's bed and touch my mother's warm skin coldly, which often wakes my mother up. "Your hands and feet are so cold, I'll warm them for you." Sleepy, I would impatiently say: "No, no, leave me alone." But my hands and feet still depended on my mother's body.

My home is far from the school, so I have to run out of the house early to catch the bus. I only have a casual breakfast, and I am very hungry during the third period in the morning. It doesn’t matter that my stomach is growling, but I can’t listen to the class well. When I tell my mother, she always says, “Get up early tomorrow.” But in the morning, my mother still can’t bear to wake me up from the bed early. So, every time it was time for the first class, my mother, who was a teacher in the same school as me, would personally or ask someone to bring me some food. It seems that I am the only one in the class who has this convenient condition. Some classmates will envy me, but I feel like a child who has not grown up and is very embarrassed.

Until one day I finally couldn't help it anymore and lost my temper to my mother: "I'm not hungry, don't give me any more food." After hearing this, my mother held the food in her hand. He stood stunned at the door of my classroom without saying a word. Seeing my mother's embarrassment, at that moment, I felt that I had broken her heart. My mother never gave me food since then. My mother told me that when I was hungry, I should go to her office to get it myself. For several days in a row, I would never go to my mother to get a bite of food. But my willfulness was no match for hunger, so that day I sneaked into my mother's office with some excuse. My mother asked me "Are you hungry?" I was a little embarrassed, so my mother brought some green onion pancakes that were still hot and placed them on the heater. I ate it with big mouthfuls. The green onion pancake is so fragrant, it must also be the taste of maternal love...

The warm maternal love, the fragrant maternal love, accompany me to grow day by day, year by year.

Four: Maternal love accompanies me as I grow up

Mother is a kind name, and mother’s love is endless. This kind of love comes from the heart.

Each of us has relatives, and of course we also have the love brought by the great patron saint - maternal love. She is like a fire in the winter, always warming my young heart; she is like a bright light in the dark night, shining on me, always reminding me to be honest...

When I was a child, I was always clamoring for this or that. My mother could not withstand my begging every time and bought me one toy after another, but the toys at home never satisfied me. . How did I know that these toys were all obtained by my mother's sweat and hard work.

People often say: "A daughter is her mother's little cotton-padded jacket." But why has my little cotton-padded jacket never played the role of "keeping warm" for my mother? But it often brings a slight chill to my mother.

I always say: "Mom, I will repay you and take good care of you." But you are the one who takes care of me and loves me every time. When I have difficulties, my mother is the first to help me. Remove all obstacles and pave a smooth road for me...

I remember that when I was young, my health was very bad. Colds were a common occurrence, and going to and from the clinic was even more common. My mother always accompanies me to get intravenous injections. Every time she sends me to the clinic, she goes home to cook, and then brings the meal to the clinic for me to eat. Every time, she feeds me bite by bite. , watching my mother blow the hot rice in the spoon bite after bite, watching my sweaty mother, my tears burst out of my eyes like a spring.

My mother saw my expression and asked me nervously if it hurt anywhere. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms, but my mother always said, "You silly kid," and then hugged me tightly. At that time, I felt as if time had stopped. That moment belonged to my mother and I. What a wonderful moment it was.

I am like a dry stream. You keep nourishing me, letting the water accumulate drop by drop, and finally form a stream that runs day and night. You are like the bright moon in the sky, and I am an inconspicuous star. Under your light, I have been tempered and eventually became the brightest among countless stars.

Mom, your love is a slowly flowing river, and I am a carefree and happy little fish in the river.

Countless words of gratitude seem to pale in front of you. There are so many thanks that I can’t finish them. You will always be my guide in my life journey, always by my side to care about me and love me!

Mom, I am grateful to you and will always be grateful to you!

Five: Mother's love accompanies me as I grow up

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure..." Whenever I hear this song, I think of my Mother.

My mother is an out-and-out rural woman. Although she has not studied for a few years, she knows how to love her children.

I remember when I was in elementary school, every night after dinner, my mother would accompany me to finish my homework before going to bed. Sometimes she would check how well I did my homework. Although my mother didn't know much, I could see how serious my mother was.

I have forgotten how long it has been since my mother’s loving hand no longer caressed my face; I have forgotten how long it has been since my mother’s thin face no longer smiled faintly at me; I have forgotten how long it has been since my mother’s thin face no longer smiled faintly at me; The warmth in my arms no longer nourishes my cold heart in winter; I forget how long it has been...

My mother has very strict requirements for my study, but she always tries her best to meet my learning needs.

I remember one time, my mother knew that I really wanted to buy a "Complete Collection of Compositions", so she went to ask after dinner. After running around several times, she couldn't find it. I was a little anxious, but my mother said: "Don't worry, it's about the books." I interrupted my mother and said to her: "Mom, how about this, when I buy the information books this time, can I buy it myself? "Mom smiled and nodded, "But who are you going with?" Mom then asked. "Mom, don't worry, I will go with my classmates, and we will pay attention to our own safety."

Finally, one day, I bought the book back. I was very happy, and my mother also said sweetly I laughed. I was so excited that I didn’t know how to thank my mother. My mother looked at me and said, "take a good look at the book after you buy it. Maybe it will help your writing." I promised my mother.

Mom's love is selfless, and her heart needs to be satisfied. In this golden season, what she gains should be a grown-up me. The first thing I did when I grew up was to repay my mother and prevent her from thinking that the golden season is bleak.

This world full of love is really beautiful. I happily discovered that in my life, there is the brightest sun, that is my mother’s love. In my mother’s love, I grow up healthily. .

“The most selfless, greatest, and most sacred love in the world is maternal love.” This is what a philosopher said. I feel the same way as many people. Maternal love accompanies me as I grow up.

Don’t forget to adopt^_^