Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth.

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you comfort in the harsh winter Create warm sunshine in it.

Which of the sons and daughters in this world would not feel extremely sad when looking at their mother with gray hair on her temples?

The love my mother gave me is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic.

In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother's work of approving the stars and the moon; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother knitting for my study and progress. Cheers and cheers.

Looking back carefully, when was the day in my life when my mother was missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me the breath of warmth and love.

Once we had an injection in school, and I fainted with blood. It was noon at that time. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word and without even eating lunch. She carried me to the doctor on her back. Later, my mother asked for leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad. I didn’t know why, but I also felt a little sad.

My mother’s discipline is meticulous. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn’t want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love. Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs.

Is our mother’s love for us something we can ever repay? As the "Wandering Son Yin" said: "Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs.

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