Motherly love is like a slowly flowing river, bringing clear, holy and selfless dedication and spring-like warmth. ...
My mother is a farmer, and she smells like a farmer. My mother is busy day and night for this family, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, working in the fields and even supervising our homework, but I have never complained. I just did a few housework, and I feel that I have paid a lot. Standing in front of a simple, kind and hardworking mother, selfish me is like a boat in the universe.
I remember once, I had a fever, but I was too worried about my mother to carry me to the village clinic in the middle of the night. Because there was no doctor on duty in the rural clinic at night, my mother carried me ten miles to the town health center. There was no one on duty in the health center in the town, and my mother cried and didn't know how to comfort her. There are too many examples of this kind of life. Life makes all our children experience or feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's encouraging words always linger in my ears, and the warmth of maternal love ripples in my heart. I thank my mother for her lighthouse-like guidance, which gave me great strength and infinite courage, and made me get up from where I fell, face the long road confidently and walk step by step. Somehow, I have grown up, but the distance from my mother is getting farther and farther, as if there is an invisible wall between us. When I was a child, my mother and I were intimate, talking and laughing ... these seem to have left me and disappeared into the clouds. I began to neglect my mother's care, tired of her nagging, and even didn't want to be bound and restricted by her. I am willful, always silly to think that I have grown up, great, and can no longer be bound and restricted by my mother. Where's mom? Still maintained her deep concern and love for me. There are many differences between my mother and me, which is probably the so-called generation gap! Arguing with my mother has long been a common occurrence. Although it's my fault, I won't willingly say "I'm sorry" in front of my mother, so my mother gave in to me. I often say things that hurt my mother, but she must be bleeding for my "stupid" daughter's words.
In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale, and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this my mother's old age? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, and I regretted it. ...
I thought deeply about the dark night sky for a long time. Mother's love is like a vast sea, like a vast universe, boundless. Like a rushing river, it never stops. Because maternal love is boundless, my mother, at this moment, my daughter has a lot to say to you. ...
It's good to have a mother.
At noon today, I experienced the hard work of my mother washing clothes. I can't help but think of Meng Jiao's famous sentence: "Only an inch of long grass has a few feelings, and you get three rays of spring." Yes, only the truth that you have experienced personally can you deeply understand the profound meaning, just like a general who has never been on the battlefield is always an armchair strategist; There is no eagle fighting to death, it will always be just a decoration in the sky; Children who grow up without suffering will always be kites in their parents' hands.
I went out to buy vegetables, because I was in a hurry on the road, so my pants were covered with odds and ends of mud. When I got home, I carefully smeared the dirty spots with fat silk, and then rubbed them hard with my hands, not daring to slack off. Washing and washing, I feel my arm is sore and painful. At this time, I want to throw my clothes in the washing machine and wring them dry! But I have a strong belief in my heart, and the belief I want to experience tells me not to do this, or I will regret it. So, I gritted my teeth, endured the terrible pain and persisted. Almost finished, but fate likes to play tricks on those who don't give up. Some die-hard people just don't want to leave my almost snow-white pants. I became angry from embarrassment and dipped my brush in the fat brush. This way of venting makes fat water splash everywhere. In desperation, I took out "84 disinfectant" from the closet and poured it on it carefully, then dipped it in this muddy yellow liquid with a brush and brushed the surface of my pants. Slowly, "die-hard" finally bowed to his knees and looked at this "silver-wrapped trophy". I smiled happily.
I will never forget the incarnation of today. Experience is a top education method, which I think is no less than MBA education method. Experience is the best teacher in life. It will surpass any form of preaching and bring us the best enlightenment.
It's good to have a mother! If you have it, you must learn to cherish it. It is our mother who gives us life. Let's do our best to repay our mother. "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures-only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass-"Let us love those children who have lost their mothers and let them feel the true feelings in the world. The experience of washing clothes made me understand my mother's fatigue and hard work, and I couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to have a mother!" " "
Mother's love
Mother's smile is the most harmonious spring breeze in the world; Mother's wrinkles are the scars of hard years; Mother's sweat and tears are the most precious pearls in the world; Mother's portrait is a symbol of courage and tenacity, and a portrait of a brave man. My mother is a kind, firm, brave and hardworking great woman.
When I was a child, our family was not rich. The life of four people in the family depends entirely on their father's small business as a driver and their mother's medicine. My mother keeps the house diligently and manages the income and expenditure of the family in an orderly way. The economy is stable and there are few financial difficulties.
In primary school, my mother asked me to participate in badminton team training. Because of the heavy homework, my relationship with my mother gradually faded, and sometimes it even added chaos to my mother, but my mother never complained, but she was still silently worried about me. Whenever I make some achievements, I can always hear my mother's encouragement. When I encounter setbacks in life, my mother always patiently guides me to overcome difficulties. My mother has made every effort for me.
That day, when I asked my mother to mend clothes, the button fell off and my mother was knitting a sweater under the lamp. I suddenly found that my mother's face is so kind and peaceful. The wrinkles on her face can not only conceal her pure and kind nature and serene bearing, but also set off her dedication, sacrifice and dedication to me over the years. I can't help but think of a children's song: "the sky is falling, and my mother is holding it;" When it rains, there is a mother. Mom is the strongest pillar, and we are the happiest children. "Before all my bad behavior to my mother came back to my mind in this lightning and stone fire. I feel deeply sorry for my mother, but I don't know when my mother took the clothes in my hand.
A long time ago, a man traveled around the world looking for the most beautiful things in the world, and finally realized that "home" was the most beautiful. Nowadays people spend a lot of money and gifts to collect famous paintings, but have you ever thought that the most beautiful portrait in the world is actually in everyone's own home? Your mother may be plain, but her talent is enough to surpass all the famous paintings in the world.
I was moved by my mother's kindness and selflessness, and her love will never be forgotten!
The taste of maternal love
My mother doesn't know which damn newspaper she read that eating Lycium barbarum buds is good for her eyesight. So the family immediately set off a "medlar fever" with lightning speed.
If it is any ordinary dish, it is nothing, but it is as bitter as Coptis chinensis; If you can put some sugar in this thing, it will be fine, but mom says it will be better without sugar. It's nothing to eat this thing once in a while, but my mother said again that I should eat it every day, every month and every year like taking medicine!
A bowl of medlar bud noodles in the morning, a bowl of medlar bud soup at noon, and a bowl of fried medlar buds at night, the more you eat, the more disgusting you are. As soon as I saw the wolfberry bud, I wanted to go up and crush it.
Today, my mother accompanied me to eat Chinese wolfberry buds. She ate more than me. Watching her eat with relish, I couldn't help asking, "Why do you love this food so much?" Mother twisted her eyebrows, swallowed hard, and then took a bite of rice and said, "I don't like it!" " I was even more puzzled and asked, "You don't like eating, but you still eat so much?" "I'm just afraid that if I don't set an example, you have to make suggestions." Mom said casually.
Suddenly, as if she realized something, she closed her mouth and said for a long time, "Eating Lycium barbarum buds has many benefits. What is pain? I am not afraid! " ! With that, she picked up a big chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, her brow was not wrinkled, and even a smile appeared on her face, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the world. I froze, my heart thumped, and then everything understood.
I picked up a big chopstick, Lycium barbarum bud, chewed it, and tasted the bitter taste and maternal taste.
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Motherly love is a lamp that illuminates my way forward, my soul and the depths of my heart; Motherly love gives me care, life and soul. She's like a movie, a fairy tale ... mom. What a sacred name! It is she who gave us precious life and laid a solid foundation for our growth. Motherly love is selfless, it blows away our growing troubles like a breeze in March, it moistens chaotic childlike innocence like dew, it is like a sparkling river, and we are fish and shrimp in the river, playing and struggling freely in the embrace of the river. .......
It was a sunny afternoon, and when I saw my classmates running home with high marks, I was disappointed to see the papers I almost failed, as if I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. I dragged my trembling body home, and my mother's expectant eyes stung my heart. My mother was full of expectations for me, but I got this result. How can I be worthy of my mother? Thinking about it, tears quietly crossed my cheek, and my mother asked lovingly, "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " I didn't go home, and my hand holding the test paper used a little force. My mother had an epiphany when she saw the test paper behind me.
"Mom ..." I raised my face full of tears and handed the test paper to my mother guiltily. Tears fell from the rope like beads. Mom took the test paper, and the bright red numbers on the upper right were dazzling, but they didn't shine as expected. Mother gently wiped the tears from my face, and a gentle voice sounded in my ear: "Don't worry, just do better in the next exam." What's it like to cry like this? "Hearing my mother's words, my thin body trembled slightly. I didn't expect my mother to spare me so easily and didn't scold me sharply ... "Thank you, Mom! ""I looked at my mother, and the tears in my eyes were no longer full of sadness, but an emotion called love. I gently pulled the test paper back with my hand and confidently said to my mother, "Mom, I'm going to review!" " Be sure to behave well next time! Respond to my mother with a smile brighter than the sun. Mom saw it, and the corners of her mouth also evoked a smile as pure as a mirror. I picked up my schoolbag and rushed into the room and galloped away. My mother's encouraging words kept ringing in my ears. In the flickering light, a small figure flashed through emotions I had never seen before.
Motherly love is a ray of bright sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a gurgling spring, which makes your emotions pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.