Motherly love is like the sea. Students, you all know that the sea is very big! Endless. Then you know that it is not easy for our mother to give birth to us and raise us. What is more difficult is their love for us. Like a drop of water in the sea, it is countless. Just like maternal love. Therefore, maternal love is like the sea!
Our mother loves us very much, even if she quarrels with us, beats us and scolds us, all this is a kind of care and love for us. Therefore, maternal love is like the sea!
Whenever I see the sea, I think of maternal love, which is like the sea, endless. How great the mother is! Motherly love is also like the sea. Therefore, maternal love is like the sea!
I remember once, I fell down and hurt my foot because I was walking carelessly. As soon as I got home, I told my mother that I thought my mother would still care about me! But my mother said something that made me even sadder: "How could you be so careless?" What are you thinking when you walk without looking at the road? "After I didn't even look at it, I went in to cook. I had to find a band-aid and put it on myself.
When I was sleeping at night, suddenly someone came to my bed and gently lifted my quilt. By the light of the flashlight, I saw my mother apply iodophor to the wound on my foot, put it on with a band-aid, and tuck me in before going to bed. Seeing all this, I lay in bed in tears.
Motherly love is like the sea. This little thing also makes me feel that my mother is great. Therefore, maternal love is like the sea!
Motherly love is like the sea. Tea smells good, but it only stays in the pot, cup and mouth. However, maternal love is different. Motherly love doesn't need to be brewed like that. It is "pure natural". No matter ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, maternal love is as long and as strong, which makes people remember it vividly. It is nothing like tea. Money can buy taste and measure its value.
When I was a child, my mother's love was sweet and fragrant. Many starry nights, I fell asleep in her arms, accompanied by fairy tales. It's cold, my mother dresses me and wears a hat, and tucks me in the corner of the quilt at night. When I have a slight fever and cold, even if I see a doctor and take medicine, my mother will make a mountain out of a molehill and stay up all night with me, but I "wisely" blame her.
When I was in primary school, I occasionally had a good time and forgot to go home on time, which led my mother to call everywhere and run a lot of wrong ways to find me. I'm glad to be back. My mother saw me and didn't scold me. She just held me tightly in her arms, like a recovered treasure, and like a reunion of an old friend whom I haven't seen for two and a half centuries, which shows her confusion and surprise. But I ran away with a smile, and naughty things happened again and again, either because I borrowed something and didn't return it in time, or because I fought for a little thing. I starred in all the bad things, and my mother found out, and it was all for me in the end.
At the age of seven, my father died in a car accident, and the burden of family fell on my mother's shoulders. My mother told me three words: be a good child at home, be a good student at school and be a good citizen in society. From then on, I was sensible. ...
Motherly love may be a word, a kiss, a look, a smile … seemingly insignificant, like a drop of water, but it is the sea where children return home.
Motherly love is like the sea. 3 Dear Mom and Dad:
This is the third time I have written to you. It is said that maternal love is boundless as the sea, and paternal love is towering like a mountain, that's right! What parents don't love their children? This is you. It's cold, so you covered me with an extra quilt. It's hot, please give me a fan. But sometimes I don't understand, and I often regard your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs: the weather is getting cold, and you ask me to wear more clothes, which I feel is too wordy; I came home too late. Where do you ask me? Why did you come back so late? I think you are too nosy, ................................................................................................................................................................. But, Mom and Dad, I have grown up and don't need your constant concern. Yes! There is a child whose parents don't love them.
I remember once, I suddenly had a nosebleed in the middle of the night. You got up at once, wiped my nose and told me to go back to sleep, but you took care of me all night.
I once read such a sentence in a book: "Mother is like a candle, which illuminates others but forgets herself, and is always so open-minded;" Father is like a hard candy sandwich. Although his appearance is harder than stone, his heart is soft and sweet. "Think about it, what's more, it's not?
Motherly love and fatherly love bring us endless happiness, and they make us grow up in love.
Hope:
Good health!
All the best!
Your daughter: Qin.
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Instructor: Li He
Grade 5 of Wuchang Experimental Primary School in Wuhan City, Hubei Province: Qin
Motherly love is like the sea. Some people say that maternal love is the sunshine in March, which warms every child's heart. Some people say that maternal love is like an umbrella, which can withstand the hardships of wind and rain. I said that a mother's love is like the sea, and it takes a little life to blend in with it.
Maternal love is often reflected in the dribs and drabs of life. For example, the dirty lunch box I bring home every day will be clean when I go to school the next day; When I got up in the morning, I found that the clothes I wanted to wear had been neatly placed by the bed; Every time I eat, I will find my favorite dishes on the table. ...
Motherly love is often manifested when you need help most. Once, I was very ill. I am too weak to walk on the ground. One day, my mother came across a place where my illness could be better treated, but the road was being built and the traffic could not pass. So after we took the bus to the road repair place, my mother directly carried me on her thin back and walked to the destination step by step.
I saw my mother's face turn pale, and beads of sweat ran down her face. My mother stopped and leaned against the flower bed on the side of the road, panting heavily. This shortness of breath makes me feel very distressed! Only then did I know that my mother was so thin! And I am lying on my mother's thin back, but my heart is extremely stable! A gentle mother can also have strong and generous shoulders! Mom, you are great!
Mother love warms me like sunshine and protects me like an umbrella. Her love is like an ocean, let me set sail in the ocean of love!
Motherly love is like the sea. Excellent composition 5 "You leave quietly, and you are lonely step by step. I want to be with you and tell me how much I love you. " Listening to this familiar song, you must know the name of this song "Know You"! No matter at home or abroad, maternal love is always an unforgettable song.
Put on headphones, the familiar song "Spring goes to Qiu Lai, your love is silent, give me all your love, give me the world. From then on, I know the bitterness and joy in your heart. I want to be close to you and tell you that I always understand you. "
Listening to this song, I remembered the "Thanksgiving Conference" held by the school in September. Professor Qin told us a story: "A little girl's father died in a car accident, and her mother raised her alone. The little girl is mute and can't speak. Her mother brings her a rice cake every day after work. But one day it rained heavily, and my mother was late and didn't come back. The little girl waited and waited, but she didn't come back So she went to her mother. On the way, she saw her mother lying on the ground, so she ran over and shook her mother with her little hand, but she didn't wake up. So she was trembling all the time, and her mother woke up and said weakly to the little girl, "Mom is dying, you should take care." Say that finish, mother closed her eyes forever. The little girl has been crying, crying ... "
How great is maternal love! Motherly love is like a cup of bitter tea, the more you drink, the more fragrant it becomes; Motherly love is like a glass of white wine, if you don't drink it, you will get drunk; Motherly love is like a cup of boiled water, which never fades.
I think of my mother again. Every day, I get up early to deliver goods, and I have to wash clothes and check my homework when I come back at night. I never said anything about being bitter and tired. But sometimes I get angry with her. Think about it and really regret it!
Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea. Motherly love, I will use my life to understand you. ...
Motherly love is like the sea. Some people say that maternal love is the sunshine in spring, which warms children's hearts. Some people say that maternal love is a towering mountain that can withstand the hardships of wind and rain. I said that a mother's love is sunshine, a mountain and a deep ocean, because it is a little sweat and tears of her mother that makes this Wang Yang!
I remember one night when I was four years old, I suddenly had a high fever, and my mother quickly prescribed some antipyretics for me. I thought it would be all right, but in the middle of the night, I actually twitched and purred in my throat, which startled my mother. She touched my forehead with her hand. Ah, it's as hot as a burnt iron! Mom hugged me tightly and dialed "120", but they told us to go to the nearby hospital quickly. After hearing this, my mother ignored everything and ran out of the house with me in pajamas and slippers. But in the dark street, there is no car at all. My mother touched my head with her hand and was worried.
Finally, a taxi came ahead and took us to the nearest hospital. My mother hugged me and rushed into the hospital like a gust of wind. Mother was relieved to hear the doctor say that my fever was just too severe, just hang some water. At that time, my mind was at a loss. I only remember that my mother had a smile on her anxious and tired face, and then she fell asleep in a daze. ...
When I opened my eyes, I found my mother lying beside the hospital bed. Seeing that I was awake, she fondled my face with her hand and asked me with a smile, "Tong Tong, are you awake?" Great, it's all right at last! "I stared at my mother's bloodshot eyes and was very moved: my mother didn't give me sleep all night! Thinking about it, tears blurred my eyes. ...
Motherly love is like the sea. Sometimes you think your mother doesn't love you, but in fact you don't see the real maternal love.
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"A mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain." It is everyone's evaluation of their parents' love. But my mother gave me three months to my grandmother to raise. Whenever I see someone else's kind mother, my nose is particularly sour. I think I am the most unfortunate child in the world, even my mother gave up on herself. However, one thing changed my view. Only then did I discover my mother's deep love for me.
One golden autumn, grandma took the old age group on a trip. Rely on grandma, never give up, eat badly, sleep badly, and be in a daze all day. Whenever I think about it, I will burst into tears. My time at home is always in Lacrimosa.
On a cold night, I sat alone at the window watching the moon, but I couldn't help but burst into tears. In the middle of the night, I couldn't help coughing violently because of a cold. My mother found me strange, touched my forehead as hot as a baked sweet potato, and ran out anxiously. After a while, I felt a cold forehead and opened my eyes in a daze. Ah! It's mom! Mother helped me sit up, fed me medicine, made me drink a lot of water, and then let me sleep. In the dark, I felt warm on my forehead, but it turned cold immediately. I vaguely heard my mother's anxious voice: "What should I do? The fever will not go away.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw my mother's bloodshot eyes and thick dark circles at a glance. Mom must have taken care of me all night! Mother's warm big hand touched my forehead, then took a long breath and murmured, "The fever has finally gone!" " "Suddenly, I felt a deep warm current pouring into my heart, warm. ...
Ah! Motherly love is like the sea!
Motherly love is like the sea. Excellent composition 8: "Only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and you get three spring scenery." "How deep is maternal love?" I often think quietly alone, until now I finally understand the greatness of maternal love.
I remember once, I was sick and had a fever of 39 degrees. My mother was ill at that time, but my sick mother drove me to the hospital at once. As soon as my mother finished taking the medicine, she was busy feeding me the medicine. I said, "Hot!" My mother is there to fan me. When I had an intravenous drip in the hospital, I said, "What a bother!" Mom will tell me stories. Under the meticulous care and care of my mother, my illness soon recovered.
Another time, I remember when school was almost over, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Other people's mothers sent umbrellas one after another, but my mother was not there. At that time, I was so angry that I stood alone in the classroom and sulked. After a long time, my mother finally came. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, "Sorry, son, I'm late." Looking at my mother's tired face, I asked, "Mom, are you sick?" "It's a small matter," my mother said flatly. Then my mother took me home. Walking on the road, looking at my mother's wet hair, I feel very uncomfortable!
Motherly love is ordinary and great, selfless! Mom, thank you, I love you!
Motherly love is like the sea. 9. Motherly love is like a poem, deep and pure, elegant and light. Motherly love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead sculpture and leaves it fresh and natural; Motherly love is like a song, melodious; Motherly love is like the vast sea, which brings us fragrance when we are hungry; Motherly love is like a bright street lamp, illuminating my confused life path; Motherly love is like a fiery red sun, which will bring us warmth when it is cold.
In life, your mother will do many things for you! And my mother silently pays for you behind your back, but she doesn't ask for anything in return. This is maternal love.
One night, the bat king outside gave a cry and soon it began to rain heavily. I slept in bed and soon kicked off the quilt, revealing my body.
At about twelve o'clock in the evening, my mother is getting out of bed and helping me to tuck in the quilt. While touching his forehead, he found that the temperature was much higher than usual. Mother was busy taking out a thermometer to take her temperature, but she had a high fever. Mom decisively took Merrill Lynch out of the cupboard and gave it to me. After a while, the fever went down. My mother was worried that I had a fever again when I slept, so she sat next to me and watched.
In this way, my mother stayed by my side all night.
Mother is a long road, a lingering yearning for the wandering world. Wherever you go, she will grow up with you. That long-term concern, that pure reminder will guide you to the maze and eliminate the thorns in your journey.
A mother's love is like the sea 10 Since we were very young, my parents have spent all their time on us.
I remember one day at noon, I had a bad appetite and didn't want to eat. Mom asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? " I replied, "No, I don't want to eat." Dad said softly, "Eat your food quickly, or there will be nothing to eat soon." Because I really didn't want to eat at that time, I was too lazy to talk. But mom and dad asked me a dozen times like a repeater. I couldn't stand it, and said angrily, "If you don't want to eat, you just don't want to eat!" " Mom and Dad said helplessly, "All right." After a while, mother brought a loaf of bread and said, "Eat quickly, or you will be hungry." I took the bread impatiently and thought while eating: I said I don't want to eat, so why should I eat it? Later, when I was really hungry, I realized that my parents' nagging was really good for me.
Another time, I was thirsty and there was no water at home, so I had to cook by myself. The water boiled, so I picked up the kettle and prepared to pour it into the bowl. As a result, my hand shook and boiling water splashed on my hand, and I burst into tears. Mom and dad rushed over in a panic to take care of my hand.
Parents' love is like a warm coat, which warms me all the time. Now I want to say to my parents sincerely: "I love you!" " "