Some people say: "Motherly love is like sunshine and spring breeze"; Some people say: "Motherly love is pressure and motivation"; Some people say, "Motherly love is a clear spring, a clean stream". Since ancient times, many literati and poets have written chapters on maternal love. For example, Meng Jiao's Poems of Wandering Children and Bing Xin's Paper Boat all praise selfless, great and never-fading maternal love. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I want to give my mother a most sincere "gift" to have a happy May Day.
Dana once said, "There is a driving force above all else, and that is love, because she can promote another person's happiness, belong to another person, and do her best to promote his happiness." This sentence is simply a true portrayal of the mother's treatment of her children. I remember that once I signed up for the piano competition in Fujian province and was selected by the school chorus to participate in the chorus competition in Fuzhou, which was my biggest concern. The two competitions started at the same time on the same day. I couldn't help being surprised, and all my illusions were shattered. The air around me seems to be frozen, so I can't breathe. I thought, "it's over, it's over. How can there be such a coincidence?" One is related to collective honor, and the other is related to my own interests. Besides, this piano competition has only been held for the second time. What a rare thing it is. If I give up, won't I have a chance to show the music I tried? My heart is full of contradictions. I hope I can have a job so that I can do my business and personal things correctly. I told my mother about it and wanted her to do something for me. My mother thought for a moment and said, "You should ask for leave from the music teacher first, listen to what she means, and then draw a conclusion." I quite agree with what my mother did. Unexpectedly, the next day, not only did not, but also was criticized by the teacher. Seeing the piano competition ruined like this, I feel helpless and miserable. Tears flow down like broken beads. It shouldn't be too late in .............................................................................................................................................. "I am disappointed tears flow down again, tears of joy, moved tears. My mother went out in a hurry early in the morning. She must have worn out her mouth all morning to help me transfer to No.53. Although it is only good news that can be easily said, there are many hardships hidden behind this discourse! I couldn't help singing Bing Xin's words: "Ah! Mom, you are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is my unobstructed shade? "I must not live up to my mother's expectations. After the chorus, I confidently stepped onto the stage and achieved excellent results. Motherly love is like a melody of life, gently rippling in my heart; Like golden sunshine, it shines on me and urges me to forge ahead.
Where there is a flower of love in full bloom, there is vitality. Some people say that "a mother's love is a ganoderma lucidum that shines with the light of life and makes the pain disappear"; Some people say: "Motherly love is a breeze that blows away the shadows in my heart"; Some people say, "Motherly love is a book full of wisdom and teaches us how to be a man". Walking in the bath of maternal love, I never feel helpless, because there is a kind of power that has been supporting me, and that is maternal love that never fades. Now, I enjoy my mother's love. In the future, I will learn to love my mother. ...
Unforgettable maternal love
The annual Mother's Day is coming again. On the eve of Mother's Day this year, I wrote this article to remember my mother's maternal love. My mother has bright eyes and always stares at me until I finish my homework. She has a small nose and a big mouth, and no one can tell. Although she is fierce-looking, her mother is a sharp-tongued and heartless woman. She cares about my life.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, it rained heavily one day and other parents came to pick me up. I was the only one standing alone at the gate of the garden, waiting for my family to pick me up. I can't help feeling a little resentful towards my parents: Why didn't you pick me up? Suddenly, a familiar figure came slowly through the rain curtain. Let me take a closer look. It's my mother. I am very happy. My mother came to me and touched my hand. After that, I took off her coat and put it on my body. I added, "Come on, put it on my back, and I'll carry you." I am still concerned about my mother's lateness, but my mother is not angry. She seemed to read my mind and smiled and said, "Don't be angry. If you don't go back, your father will have no food. " I said, "Mom, don't move your umbrella like this, or you'll get wet." My mother completely ignored it and said as if nothing had happened, "It doesn't matter if I get wet, it's good if you get wet." How can I go to class tomorrow? " After listening to my mother's words, I was excited, and my anger just disappeared. The rain wet my mother's clothes, but she kept going, going. ...
The next day, my mother was ill. I blame myself. Why didn't I return the clothes to my mother yesterday? Better. So I don't want to go to school, I want to be with my mother, but my mother said, "Good boy, go to school!" " After several setbacks, I went to school. However, I am at school and my heart is at home. ...
Motherly love is great, selfless, meticulous and admirable.
Fatherly motherly love
If the father is a mountain, the father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and vigorous;
If mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
My father is just a primary school teacher in the countryside. He has no rich family wealth for me to inherit, but his modest and enterprising personality has given me endless motivation in life.