Mother is like a wall, blocking the wind and rain and the scorching sun, so that we can thrive without wind and rain; Mother is like a loving mother bird, stroking the feathers of our chicks with loving hands every day, encouraging me to fight the Wan Li sky.
The long river of time precipitated the precipitation of time, and the passage of time catalyzed the fluffy memory. Mother's heart is full of love and broadness because of years and time.
My mother knows that I am tired of writing every day, and I often get close to books. She made me a pillow with mung beans to prevent cervical spondylitis. This pillow contains a deep maternal love. And this kind of thing is endless. ...
When I was a child, I was afraid of injections. Every time I heard that I wanted an injection, I ran away. However, bad luck will always come to me. Remember an injection, in the hospital. At first, after listening to my mother's exaggerated remarks, I was fearless. But when I walked to the door of the hospital, I felt the crisis and refused to go in anyway. My mother always coaxed me into saying, "An injection doesn't hurt. Go, or how can you get a cold? " I cried loudly, but it didn't help My mother dragged me into the hospital. It's time for an injection, and my mother put her arm around me. The doctor was debugging the needle, and I watched. The sharp needle also sprayed a potion, which made me jumpy and said to my mother, "Mom, we won't give injections. Take medicine. " Mom said, "If you don't get an injection, you'll get spanked when you get home!" " "Mom is not serious, but she still smiles. The doctor came over and tied a rubber tube on my wrist, and my hand hurt. My mother encouraged me: "Never mind, just close your eyes and bite your teeth. "I did, as if it didn't hurt at all. My mother always asks me if it hurts when I have an injection ... After the injection, my hand doesn't hurt, but it leaves a pinhole, which is the input point of maternal love.
Mother is spring rain, nourishing me, very precious, can not be measured by money; Motherly love is a cocoon, protecting me, very strong, and always accompanying me through cloudy days; Mother's love is a book that educates me and is very useful, instilling my life enlightenment.
Confucius once said, "You must know the age of your parents. One is happy and the other is afraid. " And on Mother's Day, in order to repay her and care about her health, it is so warm and comforting for her mother to bring him a cup of tea and wash her feet!
On the occasion of Mother's Day, I cooked a special dish for my mother-"heartfelt thanks". The side dishes of this dish have mushroomed. I hope she can grow as long as possible. Have rice cakes and be happy every year; And shredded pork with black rice, potatoes. After cooking this dish, I squeezed it into a love shape and put peanuts around it. I solemnly served the food to my mother, who ate it bit by bit with a smile on her face. Ah! It's been a long time since mom smiled so knowingly.
Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. Only when you feel with your heart, can you be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. And this year's Mother's Day, I remembered what a philosopher said: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me. ...