Praise for maternal love:

Motherly love is a selfless force. It is like the rain of spring, falling in our hearts. Although it is silent, it nourishes the lives of trees. The seedlings grow.

In a person's life, all the glory and pride in the world come from maternal love. Maternal love is sacred. It sometimes gives us strength when we are most difficult. From the moment we are born, From a moment on, people melted sincere blood into every vein of the mother, happily fell into the embrace of maternal love, and a feeling of being the master of the family echoed in the chest. When maternal love takes off, a loving child is dedicated Heart.

Mother's love is a cradle that nurtures oneself to sway and flourish. Mother's love is a folk song that sings about unity and spreads civilization. Mother's love is a monument that engraves the past and enlightens the future...

Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I will be one of your bricks, tiles, and stones. I will use my small body to build your majesty; if you are a flag, I will be yours. A silk thread that belongs to you, I will use my youth to embroider a shining star for you; if you are a garden, I will be a little flower, a grass, a green leaf that belongs to you, and I am willing to use it up silently The heart's blood spits out strands of fragrance.

"The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. Before leaving, there is a tight seam, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." To my mother. We can only repay kindness with love and filial piety. Honoring our mother is the duty of a human being. Finally, I will say goodbye to the great maternal love with what people often say "sing a love song to my mother in October", but I finally said loudly A voice: "I love you, and I love your broad mind even more.

Mother's love is like water:

Mother's love is like water, flowing through, inspiring me, enlightening me, and leading me to the light. .

Mother's love is like water, giving me a deep tenderness, which makes me often intoxicated in the long river of maternal love; maternal love is like water, sometimes flowing calmly, sometimes moving forward rapidly.

Mother's love is The greatest love in the world, how many celebrities and great men have sung its praises. Although maternal love is very ordinary in our hearts, without it, we are like weeds and do not understand what the greatest love is. I love me My mother, flows like water in my heart.

When I was frustrated and my eyes were blurred, it was my mother with infinite tenderness who enlightened me and found a beacon for me to guide me on the road of life. Moving forward made my eyes full of confidence again.

Then my mother turned into a river again, flowing quietly.

Mother's love is like water, cultivated with her endless It has improved my patience, making me like her, with my own goals, like my mother, demanding success in everything, making me extremely patient with anyone and anything.

When I do something wrong, the long river of maternal love speeds up because of anger. At this time, I feel so sad. I really shouldn’t have done that. I regret, I regret. I always go back and do that thing again until I do it right. Until then, I saw that the Mother River had become clear and transparent, and I also showed a happy smile.

When I was lonely, I sat alone on the bank of the Mother River and talked with her. After each chat, in addition to feeling comfortable, I also gain something different - the principles of being a human being. So I will happily do what I am going to do, forget the loneliness just now, and continue to smile at life.

When I succeed in my studies, listen, my mother is silently applauding me in her heart and encouraging me to continue to succeed.

Mother's love is like water, lingering and inspiring. Hold me, guide me, lead me to the light.

Mother’s love is speechless:

I have heard two stories about mothers.

One happened in A relationship between a traveler and his mother. The traveler left his hometown after visiting relatives, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of his son's travel bag was suddenly squeezed. Seeing that it was about to leave, the mother hurriedly took it off from her body. She tied up her son's belt and wrapped it up for the trip. When she untied her belt, her face turned red due to her anxiety and exertion. When her son asked her mother how to get home, her mother said, "It doesn't matter, just walk slowly."

< p>For many years, the son has kept his mother's belt close to him. For many years, the son has been thinking about how his mother walked back to her home several miles away without a belt.

Another One story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of the prison visit, two old mothers from impoverished mountainous areas came to visit their sons. Among the colorful belongings of the prison visitors

; The old mother took out the sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds had been fried and the old mother had eaten them all. They had no skin and were as white as densely packed bird tongues.

The son who was serving his sentence took them. The pile of sunflower seeds made her hands start to shake. The mother was speechless and lifted up her clothes to wipe her eyes. She traveled thousands of miles to visit her son, sold eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip. Before coming, she After working hard during the day, I would eat melon seeds under the kerosene lamp at night. Put the eaten melon seeds together, and you would see that they were multiplying like a hill, and no one was willing to eat them.

More than ten kilograms of melon seeds were eaten. It was bright for many nights.

The son who was serving his sentence lowered his head. As a strong young man, it was time to support his mother, but he could not. Among all the people who visited the prison, his mother's clothes were the most beautiful. The tattered melon seeds my mother nibbled contained a thousand words. The son "plopped" down on his knees in front of his mother, and he repented.

Once, a friend of the same age complained to me about my mother, saying she was uneducated. She was not open-minded and said that she could not do anything and liked to nag. So, I told him these two stories. After listening, his eyes were filled with tears and he was speechless for a long time.

Mother's Heart:

My friend told me: Her grandma has Alzheimer’s disease.

Grandma didn’t know grandpa at first, so she resolutely refused to allow this “strange man” to go to her bed, and he slept with her on the same bed. My wife of 50 years had no choice but to sleep in the living room. Then one day my grandmother went out and disappeared. Finally, with the help of the police station, the family finally found her. It turned out that my grandmother was determined to find her childhood home and refused to do anything. She admitted that her current home had anything to do with her.

She coaxed and lied, finally convincing her grandma to stay, but grandma forgot about the nephews and nieces she had brought up since childhood, thinking that they were a group of wild children. , came to snatch her food, she beat them with a cane and protected her rice bowl with one hand: "Go away, go away, you are not allowed to eat my food." The whole family was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, my grandmother was still there. I recognize a person - my friend's mother, and remember that she is my daughter. Every time I see her, a smile appears on my face and I call her: "Maomao, Maomao." At dusk, I move a stool to sit downstairs and chatter. Writing: "Why isn't Maomao out of school yet?" - Even Maomao's daughter has graduated from college.

The family knew this about grandma, and would threaten her if she ever wanted to return home. She said: "If you keep making trouble, Maomao won't want you anymore." Grandma would calm down immediately.

One year during the National Day, guests from far away came, and my friend's mother personally cooked a family banquet to entertain the guests. .Grandma behaved very strangely at the dinner table. Whenever a dish was served, grandma would peek around vigilantly, as if she was a child preparing to steal candy. Finally, she judged that no one was paying attention to her, and grandma In full view of everyone, she picked up a large dish with chopsticks and put it generously in her pocket. The guests and the host were all shocked, but they pretended not to see it. Only grandma herself seemed to think that she had done it very cleverly and secretly. Showing a cheerful smile. That meal... was really difficult.

After serving the last dish, my friend’s mother, who had been too busy to touch the floor, came out of the kitchen. While asking the guests "Are they ready?", she picked some leftovers from the plate to eat. At this time, the grandmother jumped up, grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her hard. The daughter was confused and had to get up with her.

Grandma pulled her daughter all the way to the door, guardedly blocking everyone's view with her body, and then rummaged through her pockets. She smiled and took out the vegetables she had hidden inside, and put them into her daughter's hands. One thing: "Maomao, I specially left this for you, you eat it, you eat it."

The daughter held the pile of various kinds in her hands, mixed into a ball, and couldn't be squeezed. It took a long time for the dish to take shape before she raised her head blankly. When she saw her mother's smiling face, she suddenly cried.

The disease cut off all connections between grandma and the world, making her forget all the connections in her life. , all dear ones, and the only thing that cannot be severed is the blood relationship between mother and daughter. Her soul has slowly died under the erosion of the disease, but what never refuses to die is the mother's heart.

Mother’s work:

I once read an article about mother’s “salary”. The article described the famous “Edelman Financial Services Organization”’s careful thinking, calculation and evaluation. The conclusion drawn: If all the work done by the mother is replaced by paying someone to do it for her, then the wages paid by the children a year will be as high as 635,000 US dollars. That is to say,

The mother’s salary is comparable to that of the CEO of a large company.

In fact, not many children can afford even the $60,000 as American writer Crittenden said.

Motherhood is a job, a job that involves hard work and no expectation of reward.

Motherly love is a detail, as long as you pay attention to it, it is everywhere: a cup of fragrant milk in the morning is maternal love, in winter A warm coat is maternal love, a smile when sad is maternal love, a warning before going out is maternal love...

Mothers use their lifelong love and enthusiasm to do these tasks, and they never tire of it. And we, But they often ignore the hardship of these jobs and only give a casual glance at the hard-working mother.

For me, my mother is gentle and strict.

Of course When I was sick, my mother always took care of me, brought me a glass of warm water, and tucked me into bed.

When the weather got cooler, my mother kept reminding me how many times Wear clothes and be careful to catch colds and get sick.

When my test scores were not satisfactory, my mother always comforted me carefully: "It doesn't matter, there will be another time."

My mother at this time , is gentle.

When I make a mistake, my mother always scolds me sternly, asking me to bow my head and admit my mistake, repent and make a new start.

When I make a mistake because of playfulness, When I was studying, my mother always pulled me aside angrily and watched me finish my homework.

At this time, my mother was strict.

My mother’s gentleness made me happy. I feel the warmth again and again; my mother’s strictness helps me gradually distinguish right from wrong and develop good habits.

My mother is the first mentor in my life and a caring friend who accompanies me to grow up happily.< /p>

So I say: Maternal love is the light rain on a spring night, coming gently and going quietly, moistening things silently; maternal love is the sunshine in March, quietly dedicating and giving silently, although it is as light as A feather, but as heavy as Mount Tai.

If you are a ship, mother is a warm harbor; if you are a kite, mother is a light spool.

Mother is One of the greatest works will always be sung and praised by others...

My mother:

My mother is very ordinary, not an intellectual, nor does she have any influence. Although she has an enviable face, she gave me careful guidance and sincere care, which enabled me to grow up healthily.

I have been an eccentric child since I was a child. I am naughty and do not like to be restrained.

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When I was more than one year old and just learned to speak, I would complain to my mother. As soon as my father got home, I ran forward and said, "Dad, mommy beats the baby again!" Dad quickly heard this. Asked: "Really?" Grandma interjected: "Nonsense!" I also parroted: "Nonsense!"

It's not that my mother has never hit me, but she doesn't hit me hard every time, just pretending. .

However, I often get scars because I am too skinny. Even though I cannot walk yet, I often roll out of the cradle. Whenever this happens, my mother will blame herself distressedly.

Gradually, as I grew up, my mother seemed to become more and more fierce. I remember that the children were reluctant to come to my house to play, because if I made a mistake, my mother would not do it even in front of my friends. To save face for me, it embarrassed me and embarrassed the children. In fact, this move seemed to work very well, and I almost never made the same mistake twice.

From then on, my mother Among the children, she earned the title of "tyrant".

But my mother is very tolerant and very frugal. She never leaves any rice left after eating, and even drinks up all the soup. She is in good health, which may be due to her taste. Good reason.

My mother doesn’t like to take medicine when she catches a cold. In the past, it was because the family was poor and there were no medicines. Now it’s because she hates it and is afraid of the side effects of medicine. My father doesn’t like to take medicine either, so I haven’t had any colds since I was a child. Liquid.

My good health is inseparable from my mother’s superb cooking skills. My mother’s cooking skills are comparable to those of a chef. When making silk, she must cut it with her own hands and never use a mold to rub it. She said it comes out by rubbing it. The food tastes bad.

My mother never uses a washing machine to wash clothes. Even in the middle of winter, she still washes them by hand. When I was very young, the family conditions were not good and we had to save hot water, so she used cold water. She had to wash her hands, so her hands were always red and swollen. Even now, she doesn’t believe that the clothes washed by the washing machine can be cleaner than those washed by hand. My father and I often laugh at her stubbornness, but she turns a blind eye and remains the same.

My mother taught me a lot: she taught me to be strong, not to cry when encountering problems, and to use my brain to figure out what to do.

She corrected my mistakes and helped me gradually develop good habits; she also taught me to be gentle with others and not to take other people’s faults to heart, which would hurt myself and even others...

< p>I don’t remember my mother saying “I love you” to me, but her actions all tell me that she loves her family very much and she loves me very much. In her eyes, I am the only one and will always be the most important.

This is my mother, a mother who is both ordinary and great.

Leading my mother across the road

Go home with my wife and children on weekend afternoons. The sixtieth-year-old’s mother couldn’t help but go to the street to buy some good food to entertain us. My mother said, “When you come back, my mother will cook for you. I’m not tired, but happy!” I said, “I’ll go with you! "My mother said cheerfully: "Okay, okay, you go, whatever you say you want to buy, mom will buy it."

To get to the market, you need to walk a section of sidewalk and then cross a road. It's time to get off work. , cars were coming and going on the street, and there was an endless stream of people walking in a hurry. As I got older, my mother’s legs seemed to be very inflexible. She was carrying a vegetable basket and walking next to me while talking about family issues. I listened to her patiently and tolerantly. Tell us, will your children listen?

Across the road, there is a vegetable market. Mother suddenly stopped, she put the vegetable basket on her arm, freed her right hand, and stretched it out to me...< /p>

For a moment, my heart trembled: This is such a familiar action!

When I was in elementary school, I had to cross a road to get to school every day. My mother was I work in a packaging factory. The school is in the east of the city and the factory is in the west. My mother is worried that something will happen to me. She has to send me off every day, and she always takes me across the road before turning back to work. When crossing the road, she always stretches out her right hand to me. , she held my little hand in her palm and led her to the opposite side of the road. Then she lowered her body and told her over and over again: "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming," "Don't cross the road with others when you cross the road"...

More than 20 years have passed, and the small hands of the past have grown into a pair of big manly hands. The dirt roads of the past have been improved into concrete roads. The young mother of the past has wrinkles on her face and skinny fingers, but she is still so skillful in holding hands. She suffered a lot in her life and endured many sins, all of which were swept away one by one like her hair, but she could never wipe away the love for her beloved son.

I did not hand over my hand, but He stretched out one hand to take the basket from her arm, held it in his hand, gently held her hand with the other hand, and said to her: "When I was a child, you held me every time I crossed the road. Ma Lu, let me hold you!" Surprise flashed in mother's eyes, and her smile spread, like an old farmer facing the harvest farmland, like a fisherman carrying a heavy fishing net...

Mother's Hand:

Dreaming in a foreign land almost seems to come true. I hurriedly returned to Taiwan in autumn. After I came back, the scenery was blurred in my dream. Old friends, new friends and relatives also gradually disappeared, leaving me alone. Mother is alone, strong and solid, and as great as Mount Tai, which enriches the dream.

That night, I dreamed of my mother. My mother stood in the wilderness, with the setting sun, ancient roads, bamboo houses, cooking smoke, and distant mountains behind her back. and the river, looking up at the sky, which is as vast as the wilderness. In the blue sea and blue sky, there is a kite like a whale, floating and sinking. The mother holds the thread tightly in her hand, and the thread is wrapped around her white hair. In an instant , the wind rises, the smoke disappears, the sun sets, the ancient road disappears, the distant mountains fall into the vastness, and the sound of the river drowns out my mother's words... The image of my mother gradually fades; my eyes are focused on her ——Hands, those giant hands, actually covered everything that I could see through my tearful eyes. Those hands were the door for me to enter this world; those ten fingers were the candlelight on the top of Buzhou Mountain, making my world There is no need for the light and heat of the sun.

My mother’s hand, in my first strong impression in my life, was the hand that punished me. It is inevitable for children to be scolded and beaten by adults. But I can't remember any moments of being spanked by my mother; not even the most common slaps on the palms and spanks are missing. Even so, my mother's punishment is more severe than spanking. She has a unique trick of twisting. I say a trick, It was she who was pulling and twisting at the same time - picking up and twisting them painfully. Pulling or twisting is probably the habitual punishment method used by Chinese mothers on boys, except for the stepmother who has "nothing to do" with the "little bitches" who are "legendary". The vicious family who was told "is not punishable by law", probably the average loving mother will do this in a hurry, driven by the psychological pressure of hoping that her son will succeed.

My mother is just like hundreds of millions of mothers in the world, she is the best to me. "With deep love comes deep responsibility". Especially when I was a child, the country was in trouble, people were robbed, and they were forced to leave their hometowns, which made the mother be stricter with her children. The greater the love, the harsher the responsibility. Mother

Although she was not as kind to me as my mother-in-law was to Wu Mu, in the current era of great turmoil and great courage and righteousness, my mother had the same affection and love for her children as any Chinese mother who fled from the rear. You can learn from the sun and the moon through the ages. In Anshun, Guizhou, one year, guests from far away came to the house, and my mother prepared several extra dishes. For the children, this was a golden opportunity for the "tooth beating ceremony". Because of my greed, I I filled half a bowl of rice more than usual, but after taking two bites, I couldn't eat anything. Across the table, I looked at my mother shiveringly. Her face was calm and solemn, and she said to me: "After eating, don't leave anything behind." "Come on." I shook my head, and my mother's face turned into disappointment and anger, but she still said lightly: "Then go down and put the chopsticks and bowls in place." Before the adults finished the meal, I secretly glanced at my mother from time to time. My face remained expressionless and I didn't smile. At night, when the guests left, my mother couldn't control her long-pressed emotions. She dragged me over and shamelessly pressed me on the bed. She held my arms behind my back and twisted my whole body. I asked, "Why do you keep eating when you can't eat anymore? It's so hard to be full. Do you know there are children begging for food on the street?" After the tugging stopped, I saw my mother turned her head away, sitting on the edge of the bed and sobbing. From then on, there was no food left in my rice bowl.

Of course, my mother’s hands also had a delicate side in my emotions. At that time, the clothes of a family of six Mother washes all the socks. After pouring a pot of hot water into a large wooden basin, put about three basins of cold water, a washboard, a handful of soap locust or a piece of heavy alkali soap, the clothes will be washed by her skillfully. He started rubbing F with his ten fingers. There was no running water in Anshun at that time, and those who lived in the courtyards had wells to draw from. Those who did not had to buy water. There were people carrying two wooden barrels of water (water surface) all day long along the streets in the market. We are the strangers who want to buy water. On freezing days, my mother would wash the clothes in front of the porch under the eaves. She would always blush, and would wash each item in silence and with difficulty. I often peeked through the holed paper window. Before each wash, my mother would carefully remove the wedding ring from her ring finger. When she put the washed clothes on the bamboo pole and hung them in the corridor, her fingers had already It was red and swollen from the cold. When we grew up, we learned that my mother had lived a relatively wealthy life as a "young mistress" for several years after her marriage. My eldest brother, me, and my third brother were all led by nannies. However, My mother's delicate hands were baptized under the gunfire of July 7th. After going through the wind and frost, they were completely reborn and became thick and strong enough to cope with any hardship.

It is also the same pair of thick and hard hands. Under the weak and dim oil lamp, her calloused hands were supervising our brothers' homework without any relaxation. The rough and fragile papyrus books, one by one, page by page, were turned over between her fingers like a calendar. I was here In the third grade of elementary school, I ended up repeating the grade because my homework was too poor. I remember when I handed the report card to my mother, I didn’t have the courage to look at her face. I lowered my head and saw my mother’s hand holding the “Historical Records” and she was shaking so much. My own was even more powerful. However, unexpectedly, those hands gently pressed down on my head. I heard my mother say calmly: "It doesn't matter. I just need to work harder next year." I can't remember exactly what happened. I stood there for how long, but I will always remember the deep impression those hands left on me.

On a winter night, as the fire gradually died down, the air in the room became even colder. After we went to bed and fell asleep, my mother sat Next to the fire, with the help of dim light, she began to mend our clothes and socks. Sometimes she used an awl to pierce the thick cloth soles, and then put the hemp rope through the needle holes, tightening it stitch by stitch. The painful endurance was probably It’s just the overdraft of joy we get when the new shoes are made and worn on our feet! :Vvop^

However, even in those years, my mother was still often in high spirits. Every time. On this occasion, she would take the initiative to take out the jade screen flute and a flute she brought from Peking and play a piece of music. The tunes her mother often played include "Tiger Thorn", "Lin Chong's Night Run", "Wandering in the Garden and Dreams" " and "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night". Those hands jumped so lightly on each scale, but they were so beautiful and talented.

When I returned to Taiwan in the summer, I noticed my mother's hands. There were more markings on it and it trembled slightly. The wedding ring actually looked a little looser. One morning, my mother and I were the only ones left at home. I went to the kitchen to make tea and poured a cup for her. When I When I put the cup in her hand, it was the first time I could see those hands so closely, but I didn't dare to touch them easily. In an instant, those hands became extremely huge, so big that I was thinking about leaving Taiwan on a long voyage of 8,000 yuan. Yunyue found constant strength all the way. My mother's hands had never been painted with cinnabar, nor were they decorated with any cosmetic crystals. Only for this reason, they were a perfect pair.

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Motherly love:

“The most intelligent animal after man is the wolf, the wolf in the north. I don’t know what the wolf in the south is like. I don’t know. Let’s not talk nonsense, I only know about wolves in the north.”

An old hunter said to me beside a campfire as sticky as honey in the Greater Khingan Mountains. Hunters are a profession that is gradually disappearing. He no longer hunts. , became a ranger.

I said: "No. It's a gorilla. Gorillas have expressions, can use simple tools, and can even communicate with people on the Internet using special vocabulary."

"I have never seen a gorilla, and I don't know what the Internet is. I have only seen wolves. The wolves at the junction of the desert and the forest are the smartest. That was when I was young..." Old Hunter Stretching his chest, he seemed to have regained his former bravery.

"What should a wolf do when it takes a wolf cub across the river? If there is only one wolf cub, it will hold it in its mouth. If there are several wolves, it will hold it in its mouth. , it was worried about taking only one of them, for fear that something might happen to the children left on the shore when it swam in the river. So the wolf bit an animal to death, blew out the animal's stomach, and then It tightly held the pedicle with its teeth, making it swell like a raft. It carried all the wolves on its back, and relied on the buoyancy of the lifebuoy to help the whole family cross the river."

Once, I chased a female wolf with two cubs. It couldn't run fast because the cubs had weak legs. The distance between me and the wolf gradually shortened, and the mother wolf turned and climbed towards a huge sand dune. I I was surprised. Usually when wolves are in danger, they will circle around in lush vegetation and take advantage of complex terrain to wait for an opportunity to escape. If they climb towards a sandy slope, although the wolves climb faster, they seem to have an advantage over humans, but once humans climb to the top of the slope, they will If there is nothing left, the wolf can no longer run away.

This is a strange wolf, maybe it has lost its head. I thought so, and climbed up the high sand dune step by step. Sure enough, I could see It was clear that the wolf was running away quickly. I went downhill to chase it, but suddenly I found that the wolf was missing. I didn’t think much about it at the time and chased it with all my strength. It was the fastest wolf I had ever seen in my life. I don’t know. Where did it get such strength? It was like a black arrow sticking to the ground. I chased it until the sun went down and then shot it to death. I was so tired that I almost vomited blood.

I peeled off the wolf skin. , picked it up on the tip of the spear and walked back. As I walked, I thought, what an incredible wolf, why is it so taboo? Where are the two little wolves?

Already almost walking home , I decided to go back to the sand dune to have a look. I arrived at almost midnight, and the weather was extremely cold. Under the pale moonlight, the sand dune was like a tomb made of silver, motionless.

I thought it was really unnecessary. , it was just a silly wolf. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a hidden depression, like a white candlelight, rising slowly with two green smoke.

I ran over and looked. I found a large pile of camel dung. White gas was coming out of it. I gently opened it and saw the two wolf cubs that had disappeared during the day. They were panting evenly under the warm camel dung and making preparations to leave their mother. The first good dream after that. There were traces of the wolf's tail gently sweeping on the ground. The work was done very skillfully, and it was actually hidden from the eyes of an old hunter like me during the day.

The female wolf , in order to protect its cubs, it first delayed my speed by climbing the slope, gaining time to hide the cubs. Then it calmly smoothed out the traces with its own tail, and ran in the opposite direction with all its strength, saving the child's life with death. .

The hot breath exhaled from the sleeping wolf cub's nose condensed into a curved white line in the night sky, gradually rising...

"How smart wolves are! People train wolves so well When you become stupid, you become a dog. A single dog can never fight a single wolf, that's what I want to tell you." The old hunter looked at the ashes of the campfire and said.

Later, I realized that According to the information, the brain capacity of dogs is smaller than that of wolves. Through training, it is really a great invention to make an animal stupid so that it can be used by humans.

Motherly love——

My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. He raised me, raised me, and nurtured me. He took care of me and returned me, and he came in and out of his belly. The virtues I want to repay are the best in Haotian. - "The Book of Songs"

There is a "Missing Person Notice" with the title: "Wanting for Mother - The Incarnation of Spring". The text is: Looking for a woman who can cook, sew, nurse, do homework, get up early and go to bed late, forever Be patient, forget yourself, work at least 18 hours a day, and stay awake 24 hours a day if necessary. Work seven days a week, no entertainment, and are not allowed to resign for life... Sacrifice your own life if necessary. The finishing touch at the bottom of the notice: Except for my mother , who can be honored

Ying? Let us shout together: Mother, I love you!

In fact, this is another way someone lovingly defines mother. A woman is weak; a mother is strong.

When we think of our mother, we burst into tears... The hand that moves the world is the hand that rocks the cradle. Pregnancy lasts ten months and gives birth once.

Birthdays are the days when mothers are mothers, and they are also the most painful for mothers. days. From that day on, my mother’s best dreams as a girl turned into a busy reality. She took care of us and grew into the same person we were when she was a teenager, but she became the “housewife” that she despised the most when she was young. ".

All this is very cruel. Mother, willingly.

The mother watered the young life at the other end of the umbilical cord; wrapped in the "sugar-coating" of appropriate shades, we scooped up the past , spread out the future, hold up the years, and embrace the unfathomable eternity.

Looking at the youthfulness, recklessness and self-righteousness of their children, how many times has the mother felt so distressed that she was speechless. But now, mothers and us The embracing past is transforming into a future that is the same as hers and ours.

Holding my mother’s lapels through the passing years, the changes in time and space erase the color of the seasons, but they cannot be weathered. The color of motherly love.

When we think of our mother, we burst into tears...

"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are closely sewed before leaving, I am afraid that I will return later, who can say An inch of grass brings back three rays of spring." A song "Wandering Son's Song" vividly expresses the greatness and selflessness of maternal love. When you are successful, your mother teaches you not to lose yourself.

When you are frustrated, your mother's encouragement and Comfort can always help you find yourself in adversity. We have all stepped on the treetops to reach for the clothes of the clouds, and we all want to wander around the world alone... We have never considered that our mother's green hair has been turned into white hair by our footsteps. .

The mother keeps watch while her son travels thousands of miles. The mother says that she is not alone—she is accompanied by all the lonely mothers in the world. “Parents don’t care about their children, as long as you can be happy and joyful, It’s enough not to worry your parents anymore.”——This is what our mothers want to repay!

Give your mother a little more love, even if it’s a fan in the scorching heat or a fan in the cold winter. A sweater, an affectionate greeting on the phone at a quiet night.

Thinking of our mother, we burst into tears...

What is the most precious thing in life? Mother's love. Behind every great person , we all have a great mother. Thank God, we are not great people, but we also have great maternal love.

When returning from afar, my mother always welcomes her at the door with a grateful face. She looks at the return of her children. Become a rare gift from God. The humility of mothers in their lives transcends all grudges, and they shape the absolute conscience in the world.

Touching the palm prints, counting yesterday, and exhausting imagination - this is the first time for conscience Wake up. Mother and our past are drifting further and further away. Time has given us a future, but it has trampled on the absolute close dependence between us and mother.

The loneliness that mother inadvertently revealed and her declining figure They are increasing out of proportion to our abundant youth; their hurried past can only remain in one yellowed photo after another; and our gorgeous youth is still stubbornly nourished by the youth of our mother.

There must be something that always makes us feel empty when facing our mother, like a madman who loses his self-confidence while standing in front of the Buddha. At this moment, fame, fortune and wealth are just like the remaining leaves of the previous life flying away in the sky——Facing our mother, we suddenly see The fundamental foundation.

There are too many things in my mother that make us unable to suppress tears.

When we think of our mother, we burst into tears...

Let the soul turn into thousands of rays of light, travel through the tunnels of time and space, and look for the years that have been lost inadvertently; but we cannot regain the mottled beads given to us by our mother, scattered on the ground and ignored by you and me. Those are bits and pieces of love, It makes you and I unable to let go, feeling guilty and feeling lost.

Mother's love is an unfathomable pool of water.

When we think of our mother, we burst into tears...

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When we think of our mother, we burst into tears.