Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, no reversal of stormy waves, but it interprets the greatest true feelings in the world and cannot be compared with others.
Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time. Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light; Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, sung softly; Motherly love is the warm wind that blows away the snow and brings infinite spring; Motherly love is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures children to thrive; Motherly love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Motherly love is a tree. Even if the seasons cycle, it sticks to its home and is willing to support a green shade. .
I remember when I was in fifth grade, one night, I suddenly felt headache, nausea and burning throat. "Cough" badly, mother heard it, and quickly came over and asked, "What's wrong with the child?" "Mom, I don't feel well," I said weakly. Mother touched my forehead with her hand. "Ah, why is it so hot?" Mom quickly found cotton balls and alcohol. She wiped my whole body with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to cool down. But mom rubbed it several times and the effect was still not obvious. Mother frowned when she saw that the high fever persisted and she looked anxious. She quickly called her sleeping father, and after discussion, they decided to go to the town hospital. Dad picked me up and hurried to the hospital. At one or two in the middle of the night, all the doctors in the hospital fell asleep. My mother knocked on the door of the emergency room eagerly, braved the biting cold wind, and my mother didn't seem to feel cold at all, so she put her cotton-padded jacket on me. I lie prone on my father's back and feel his back is so warm. After the doctor diagnosed me, he gave me a prescription and an injection. I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in a daze and found my mother still sitting next to me, her eyes bloodshot. It was already dawn, and I knew my mother must have stayed up all night. When she saw me awake, she asked, "Xiaowen, are you better?" Hungry? Mom will buy you anything you want to eat. "I nodded my head. A smile appeared on mother's face. Looking at my mother's distant figure, my eyes are moist.
Another time, I failed in the exam. I think my mother will definitely blame me. My mother attaches great importance to my study. Usually she is very strict with my study, and I have to correct any mistakes. How should I explain this test paper to my mother? I feel a dozen buckets in my heart-so anxious. I walked home casually, hoping to get home later and be less critical. I feel that the road today is particularly short. When I got home, I said to my mother carefully, "I didn't do well in the English exam this time." I was careless. " My mother said earnestly, "I just know what's wrong." It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam this time. I believe you will do well in the next exam. I look forward to your good news. " With my mother's encouragement, my grades came up soon. Every time I think about it, I can't forget my mother's expectant eyes.
It was my mother's countless days and nights of hard work that made me grow from a babbling child to a healthy and sensible teenager. Motherly love is not just a big umbrella, it keeps me from the wind and rain all the time and makes me happy every day. I really want to say to my mother now: "thank you, dear mother, I will repay your hard work and your love with the best results."