Their love may be doomed to be ignored, because it is so ordinary and ubiquitous. But they still love me without hesitation and gave me a loving home. Because I am their child.

His hands are rough, but they are big and warm. He often holds my hand and lets the warmth flow through every corner of my body. He often raised his hands and hit me, but he never really hit me, not once. He often pulls me to tell stories about the past, and his face is full of memories of the past. He often takes me to amusement parks, and I have a good time, but there is a little smile on his always serious face. He never said "I love you" to me, but I know he loves me because I am his baby.

She has a gentle face in Zhang Shanliang. She always looks at me with concerned eyes and smiles gently. She likes to touch my head and spit out some advice and instructions with a faint smile. She likes to look at me and often looks at me like a daze for a long time. She likes to smile happily when taking photos with me, just like a girl. She likes braiding my hair, stroking my hair gently and giggling. She likes to hug me gently and say "I love you". She likes to rush over and hug me when I walk into the room until I can't breathe, and then let me go with a childish smile and say "I'm sorry". Her love filled every corner around me and gave me everything without reservation, because I was her baby.

They all have a heart full of love. They never helped me when I fell. They just watched me cry miserably until I got up alone. She would touch my head and giggle and say, "You are great." He will look at us with a smile. On the bus, they will refuse the person who gave me his seat and say, "You are old enough to stand". When I am sick, he will send me to the hospital without saying a word, and she will always stay in front of my bed for days and nights. Every night, they will carefully pull the quilt for me so as not to wake me up. They always love me as much as possible, because I am their child.

I think, maybe I am a flying fish, I can fly, but I can't live without water, because water is my parents and I am their baby.

But we can't live without the sea, because the sea is our home.

The wave of maternal love

Motherly love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the cold frost; Motherly love is a shower after a long drought, nourishing a broken heart; Motherly love is the navigation mark in Wang Yang, which indicates the hope of a new life.

Since the last time, the contradiction between me and my mother has been wandering, and everything my mother did for me was regarded as her atonement. Today, I finally understand everything, my mother and maternal love.

Today, my mother and I sat together for dinner. The dishes were very rich, including fish, meat, shrimp and many vegetables. Mother gently moved the cooked food in front of me and said, "Huaying should eat more. When she grows taller, she will eat it at school." I ignored it, but I saw the bright smile on my mother's face, as beautiful and warm as the sun. At this time, I also saw more and more wrinkles around her eyes, deeper and deeper, and the white hair on her head grew a lot. Her hands seem to be getting rougher and rougher.

After dinner, I turned on the TV in my room and watched it. It's almost three o'clock, and my mother told me to pack my things and get ready to go back to school. At this moment, I saw my mother holding an orange that had just been picked from the tree. I put my hands in my schoolbag, and suddenly a warm current came to my face, with a strong maternal love. And my mother threw herself into the dust and breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had completed a historical mission. Mom smiled and said, "Don't forget to bring some bottles of milk, some apples and dates!" " Are you cold at school? Do you want me to help you with the quilt? ""mom, I don't want it. " I shook my head and turned around at once, because my tears fell like a broken line. I quickly wiped my tears for fear that she would see heartache. Looking back, I saw my mother's haggard back, gray hair and clothes that I had worn for many years. Look at the famous brand on my body again, and tears come again.

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, which reports three rays of spring", yes, my mother is like the wind, I am like a sail, and my mother's love helps me set sail; I want to break the wind and waves for my mother and splash wonderful water.

A spray in the long river of maternal love

Sima Qian said in Biography of Qu Yuan: "The rich in heaven are beginning of life; Parents are the foundation of people. When people are poor, they will return to their roots, so they are extremely tired and extremely tired. This is so painful that I don't have to call my parents. " Psychologists have analyzed that since people left their mother's body and came to this complex world, they have an impulse to return to their mother's body. Every time I encounter setbacks, pains and troubles, returning to my mother's body becomes an instinctive psychological reflection. Therefore, my mother often becomes the object of praise by writers and artists, and maternal love becomes the eternal theme of literary works. It has a long history and many touching maternal love stories are circulating. How many earth-shattering maternal love chapters have been left in the vast classics.

Open the net of feelings, and you will find that at the beginning of life, we are bathed in maternal love. Crying makes mother anxious; Smiling makes mother ecstatic; Fall, let mother heartache; Illness worries mother; Go out and let mom take care of you. ...

Open the net of affection, and you will find maternal love everywhere. Motherly love in the endless process, every exhortation, every exhortation, every praise, every blame, every greeting, every blessing; Motherly love is speechless, a candy, a fruit, a cup of tea, a bowl of hot soup, a sweater and a pair of cloth shoes; Motherly love is reflected in the expression of affection, a look, a smile, a comfort, a frown; Maternal love in the subconscious action, pull a pull neckline, pull a pull skirt, wipe the sweat, pat the dust. ...

Open the network of feelings, you will find that maternal love has always been there, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is constantly concerned; No matter how close, no matter how far. Maternal love is in endless expectation, whether in childhood or adolescence; No matter what you accomplish, no matter how successful you are. ...

Maternal love is a trickle, every ripple is maternal love, maternal love is a surging river, and every spray is maternal love. Open the emotional net, hold up a ripple, scoop up a spray, and maternal love will turn into a chapter at the bottom of the pen.

24 waves in the ocean of maternal love

In my world, my mother's love is like a deep ocean. There are no stormy waves, only beautiful scenery, blue waves and silver waves and dancing sails, which give me endless happiness and joy! Looking back on my 24 years of life, I collected 24 waves in the ocean of maternal love and shared them with my dear friends.

/kloc-When I was 0/year old, my mother breast-fed me and gently bathed me. When I cried all night, she sang "Lullaby" over and over again, urging me to sleep.

When I was 2 years old, my mother dragged me to be a toddler and taught me to babble.

When I was 3 years old, my mother lovingly cooked me good meals and fed me bite by bite.

When I was 4 years old, my mother bought you colored pens and drawing boards, and I began to draw all kinds of "abstract paintings" on the wall.

When I was 5 years old, my mother bought me a beautiful red skirt and dressed me up as a beautiful little princess.

When I was 6 years old, my mother taught me a beautiful song, and my performance at the Children's Day Gala won thunderous applause.

When I was 7 years old, my mother took me to travel abroad, holding her arm. Only then did I know that the outside world was wonderful.

When I was 8 years old, my mother transferred to the best school in the city for me. She went back and forth and worked tirelessly until I sat quietly in a brand-new classroom.

When I was 9 years old, my mother spent a lot of money on a piano and gave me lessons after work every day.

/kloc-When I was 0/0 years old, my mother accompanied me to the piano competition in the city. The news that I won the prize made her very happy.

When I was 1 1 years old, my mother accompanied me and my friends to the movies. We watched the movie excitedly, and she sat in the other row, watching us silently.

/kloc-when I was 0/2 years old, I failed an exam once. My mother comforted me repeatedly and encouraged me to succeed next time.

When I was 0/3 years old, my mother told me how girls can protect themselves.

/kloc-When I was 0/4 years old, my mother paid for a summer camp for me for a month, and then called me long distance every day to ask about my situation.

/kloc-when I was 0/5 years old, I quarreled with my rebellious mother, but she was not angry and cared about me as always.

/kloc-I started to live on campus when I was 0/6 years old. My mother came to see me at school every two days.

/kloc-when I was 0/7 years old, every night when I was reviewing my lessons until late at night, she always accompanied me quietly and handed me a cup of thick milk. She is always reluctant to take a sip herself.

/kloc-When I was 0/8 years old, I graduated from high school and was admitted to a university thousands of miles away. My mother took me to school and settled everything for me before she left.

/kloc-When I was 0/9 years old, my mother rushed to school to celebrate my birthday and sang "Happy Birthday".

When I was 20 years old, my mother gave me a set of cosmetics as a birthday present, wishing me more beautiful and smarter.

When I was 2 1 year-old, my mother asked my advice and helped me get in touch with work in advance.

At the age of 22, I finally took part in the work. My mother retired and said she would take care of me in my city.

When I was 23 years old, I wanted to take my mother on a trip, but she refused and let me save my own money.

At the age of 24, I finally went to see the sea with my mother. In the beautiful seaside, my mother's happy smile blooms like a flower. We face the sea and spring blossoms in our hearts.