"Only mothers are good in the world ..." This is the lyrics of the world popular song "Only mothers are good in the world". Yes, only mothers are good in the world. My mother's love for me is like a warm snow, which is irreplaceable.

My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck.

I love my mother, but my mother loves me more.

On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. Mother smiled happily and saw a layer of snow falling on * *' s head. A smile appeared on her anxious face, and the snow seemed to have melted by her family. I asked curiously, "Mom, why are you here?" Mother winked mischievously and said, "We have a companion when we walk together, aren't we afraid of falling?" I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " "So, when my mother and I helped to go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not afraid that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.

Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words.

Motherly love is like a warm snow.

paternal love

You can kill, you can't humiliate, your head can be broken, your head can't be low, and you have gold under your knees.

But have you ever thought that there is something more priceless than dignity? Dignity can't stand the oppression of vicissitudes; Dignity can't stand the hardships of life; Dignity can't abandon the abuse of the world. But he can hold up a sky by himself; He can ignore others' contemptuous eyes and insult saliva; He can selflessly give everything including his own life ―― he is a father's love!

On Wednesday, June, 2006 1 1, it was sunny and sunny in Wan Li. On the way home from school gate B, I saw a worker crouching there. The contractor is yelling at him. The worker's face turned cautiously and muttered something. Suddenly, the contractor kicked the workers several times. The worker stood up slowly and looked at the contractor with a bitter face. The contractor swore there, put his hand into his underwear and pulled out a pile of money on the face of the migrant worker and said, "Get out."

The money fell on the ground. I counted about seven or eight. The workers were helpless, embarrassed and glassy-eyed, but in the end they bent down, shaking hands one after another, and their hair was messy. He turned silently and disappeared into my eyes. But his figure is engraved in my mind, and I have sympathy, sadness, regret and self-blame for him. What kind of father is this? For the sake of children, bear the burden of humiliation and give up dignity in exchange for the burden of life!

Did it ever occur to us that my father was busy running around all day and staged the scene just now for the whole family? Endure the unreasonable reprimand of the leader, endure the ruthlessness of the years, and satisfy human feelings. When I got home, I didn't understand the bitterness of adults and contradicted my father, and slammed the door. In the middle of the night, the father secretly came to his son's bedside, watched it silently for a long time, pressed the quilt for his son, picked out Liu Haier in front of his son, stood on the balcony smoking one cigarette after another and sighed.

The lights are dim, my father's back is swaying, sand blows into my eyes, and the air rubs against my heart. My father, my father's love is so deep that everything goes without saying!

paternal love

The last class of frustration, accompanied by the teacher's voice and thunder in the air, went on in frustration. Looking out the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth, and the students are whispering in their ears-they are afraid of heavy rain!

As time goes by, I am on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars at the school gate, I am very anxious. How I wish he wouldn't come!

I can't remember clearly what the teacher said on the platform. In fact, I don't listen at all. I looked out of the window again. Fortunately, he didn't come. I breathed a long sigh of relief. ...

When the fatal bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back and plunged into the endless rain curtain. Rain poured on me quickly from overhead, but I'm glad he didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, the students got into the warm and spacious car one by one, and the sound of motor gradually drowned my thoughts ... "Son!" A thunder woke me up from my dream. This familiar voice ... no! Look inside, here he comes! He has an old umbrella in his hand, an old man's bike. The rust on the bike is as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He has a smile on his face. Although he is very kind, I feel uncomfortable all over. "Dad is late, sorry, take an umbrella quickly, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly. Car after car passed by me, and I felt that my classmates in the car must be staring at him and his worn-out bike with disdain. My face felt burning pain ... he seemed to know something, took out a worn-out five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to me carefully. "I have to leave early. Go home by car. " Say that finish, get on the bus and disappear into the rain with the sound of "creaking, creaking". Where he stood, there were only many raindrops and two cigarette butts still smoking. I know he never smokes. ...

A stream of heat rushed to my heart. Some people say that handstand can prevent tears from flowing out, but my tears are out of control and I am very confused. He is my father! Poverty cannot change the affection between father and son! I flew forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly. Two fiery hearts melted everything. ...

Father loves mountains and mother love the water.

Love is always the theme of life. Parents' love, classmates' love, teachers' and classmates' love … they always move us.

But what moved me most was the great and selfless love of my parents. Some people say that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless love. It is like the sea, with no boundaries. Father's love is like a tall and big mountain, which we can rely on. When I am sad, it will comfort me and heal my wounds. When I fail, it will give me infinite strength and courage to overcome failure, difficulties and ultimate success. When I was at school, I always said in a caring tone, son, be careful on the road, pay attention to safety, come back early, and don't be playful. I don't know how many times I said it, how many days I said it, and how many sentences I said. My mother never stopped. This shows how deep my mother loves me, like a surging river. I can also see that my mother cares about me and loves me very much. Really meticulous. I suddenly frowned and said, no, I have a fever. Without saying anything, she took me to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor said it was a cold, and my mother was relieved. I took a deep breath. My mother is not idle either. Let the doctor get the medicine. My mother was so concerned about me that I was moved to tears. After several days of treatment, my illness was cured. As soon as I thought that Mother's Day would be in a few days, I began to design my home.

On Mother's Day, I gave my mother a surprise as soon as she came home, and then I said to her, I love you, mom. Mother was moved to tears!

a letter

The moon has risen, but the sky is not clear. The terrible moon shines on the chaotic Tangshan City, and the dense sky is still full of earthquakes.

There is a bean lamp in Room 2 of the Eighth Ambulance Medical Team, and nurse Gao Jie is writing a letter by the bed.

Yang Chen: I am writing to you in the lounge of the medical team. There is no normal power supply here, but I am more in the mood by candlelight. From that day on, I

It has been seven days since we arrived in the earthquake-stricken area. It was not until this evening that some medical staff changed their rest. We spent most of our time fighting day and night.

You can only drink a glass of water and chew a few biscuits between operations. Then there was snoring in the lounge, and they slept soundly.

The wind is strong and the tent is crawling. Xiaodanxi turned over and fell asleep again, and Gao Jie covered himself with the quilt.

I want to tell you something special. Three days ago in the morning, a man hurriedly brought a little girl under one year old, crying.

Tell us that rescuers found a mother and daughter in the corner where the building collapsed. They struggled to cut the floor, but the injured young mother had passed away.

Long speech, the little girl is still in shock. It turned out that her mother cut the blood vessel in her right arm and replaced her milk with blood, so that her daughter survived. Little girl mouth

There is blood around the lips, and the whole body is pale and cold. The old dean gave an order in a hoarse voice: "Rescue with all my strength ..." Artificial respiration and blood transfusion.

Liquid, the medical staff took turns holding the little girl in their arms to warm her up. After two hours of first aid and eight hours of first-class care, I finally put this weakness.

His life came back to life. A day later, the little girl unexpectedly called out "Mom" in a faint chest voice in the mist, and everyone present was shocked.

I cried. At this time, I seem to believe the' motto' in your article; Mother-child love is first of all a kind of nature, stored in the body.

Bioengineering.

The candle flickered. Xiao Danxi breathes smoothly. She sucked her lips hard. Maybe she dreamed of her mother.

I know your happy childhood from your article, because you have a kind mother. Life was hard in the sixties, and my mother ate wild vegetables.

Vegetables, put the saved dry food into the bag. For many years, mother took great pains to make you appear on the school stage in a new coat. you

It is said that' love' will always be the love that human beings can't resolve.

It's time to tell you the truth. I have been nursing this little girl these days. She occasionally called' Mom', and my heart was pounding, but

There is always an irresistible impulse knocking at my heart repeatedly, and I want her to be our daughter. I have named her Danxi, and I hope she will.

Our future is full of sunshine.

Yang Chen, I have reason to believe that you will promise me, because maternal love creates kindness in your heart through the transmission of blood.

Remember the day when I signed up for the medical team? The first thing you said on the phone was to postpone the wedding and take me to the airport at once. Wait till I get back.

One day, you will definitely come to pick up our mother and daughter.

At this moment, words are gurgling in my pen, and my heart is flying in the boundless sunshine ...? quot

Noble looking out of the window, the sky is full moon.

Go back to your mother

Jian Cao

Six years ago, a' 7.31'air crash occurred in Nanjing. When cleaning up the scene, people found a young mother named Gong Hongmei still clutching her hand.

There is a nine-month-old baby. Among more than 20 survivors, the baby was the least injured.

During the Tangshan earthquake, when people were cleaning up the ruins, they found a mother cutting her own blood vessels and feeding her baby with blood.

Reading such words, my heart is trembling. In times of crisis, a mother's only thought is to protect her children, even her blood and life.

Here, what does she have to keep? After being influenced by this great maternal love, I can't help asking the world that we all want to repay.

Mom?

Don't forget the grace of parenting and the heart of gratitude. This is the way to straighten out human feelings. On the contrary, the author saw several news in the newspaper and said

It really makes people angry.

News 1: There is a landscape in a rural area. Small houses are built beside big houses. It goes without saying that it is convenient for elderly parents to live in it.

The big house has been occupied by its children in advance. I wonder if these children have studied it in depth. Your parents have gone through a lot of hardships to raise you up to now.

I am very weak. Besides this house bought with sweat, what else can be squeezed?

News 2: A man developed in the city and refused to bear the responsibility of supporting his mother on the grounds of giving up the inheritance right of old houses in rural areas. I don't know

Do people like Dao remember how mothers raised their sons and discussed counter-offers like this? If you forget everything, do you remember this package?

The flesh and blood of a dirty soul!

News 3: An international student doesn't want to go back to China and stay in another country after finishing his studies, because the motherland is not as rich as the west. I want to ask such a person, have you eaten?

Milk of the rich in the west? Don't you have any memory of your hard-working and determined mother in your heart? No impression of the Yellow River and the Great Wall?

At present, there are indeed some people who lack the minimum conscience and never assume the responsibility of support to forget their roots. They condone the expansion of human desires.

Away from the true meaning of life. But this kind of person is despised by everyone, and the traditional virtues of filial piety and love for the motherland still exist in the Chinese nation.

Carry forward in praise. The author also saw a short article entitled "Repaying Mother" in the newspaper. The article advocates the teaching of rewarding mothers in primary schools.

Education, let children start from childhood, start from me, and give love to their mothers. I think it's necessary. This? Quot the basic project of love. attempt

Think about it, if a person doesn't even love his mother, can he still love the people and the motherland? Noble moral sentiment and persistent sense of social responsibility are

From the beginning of love, love will always be the spiritual bond between me, my mother and my motherland.

Crows feed back, sheep kneel and milk. Let's learn to repay our mother and heal her spiritual wounds while enjoying the warmth of our dear. Shahibi

There is a famous saying in Asia that once destroyed love is rebuilt, it will be more majestic, beautiful and tenacious than before.

Remember mother's hope.

Liu Xiaoyan

Hello everyone! The topic of my speech is "Remember Mother's Hope".

19991The article "Ancient and Eternal Monument" published by China Youth Daily on October 27th wrote that in the cable car accident in Guizhou,

At the moment when the cable car landed, Pan Tianqi and He simultaneously lifted their two-and-a-half-year-old son Pan Zihao. As a result, both husband and wife were killed, and the son

The child is safe and sound.

You still remember the Tangshan earthquake! At that time, when people were cleaning up the ruins, they found a mother who cut open blood vessels and fed her with blood.

She has a baby in her arms.

When the cable car descended from the sky at a crazy speed, the mother thought of protecting her son. No, maybe she doesn't have time to think.

Having a son is dominated by a total potential value. People often praise their mother's sweet milk, but a mother is squeezed between reinforced concrete.

Honey, she was badly hurt, but she hasn't eaten or drunk for days. When her milk dried up, the only thing she could provide was her own blood, because her son

Is the mother's hope to continue her life!

Students, although we have not experienced the pain of mother and child, where will you go? But my mother has given us meticulous care, and this love is nothing.

Personal. When did we leave our mother's care and care from birth to babbling and then to adulthood? I often listen to my classmates talk about my mother.

Professor: It's raining. My mother stood at the school gate waiting for me and gave me an umbrella. It's cold, and my mother is rushing to knit me a sweater under the lamp; When I'm depressed

At that time, my mother enlightened me with warm words, accompanied me out of that cloudy day, helped me raise the fallen sails and encouraged me to start again.

A difficult but more promising journey; When I got the school admission notice, my mother's old face was full of smiles. mother

That warm embrace is our shelter from the wind and rain. My mother used her hard-working hands and her simple people to dig up an inexhaustible source of life for us.

Life teaches us how to love and hate, and leads us to the right path of life. Because of mother's sacrifice, we can be healthy.

Growth will only contribute to future social progress and scientific development. Mother's life may not be earth-shattering, and she may never be.

Never thought about the greatness of being a mother, but she built the foundation stone project of * * * and the national building!

How did you feel when you took the money from your mother's rough hand? You are a child when your mother helps you carry your schoolbag.

Have you studied your mother's longing eyes? Students, we are the hope of mom's career success!

In the process of learning, many times, we can't avoid difficulties. When you stand still in the face of fear, then you can use

Mother's hope inspires herself and comforts expectant mothers with the progress of learning. Remember your mother's hope and you will know how to live a noble life.

The most unforgettable thing is responsibility; Keep in mind your mother's hope, and your heart will grow a kind of warmth and a strong desire to have life!

thank you

[Analysis and Extension]

"Letter from Home" condenses the background of earthquake relief under a bean lamp, expands time and space through letters, and connects the childhood of the characters.

The young people, the earthquake-stricken areas and the original sites of the characters can make relaxation just right, and many people have a relationship with Xiao Danxi, so

It constitutes a touching plot and a typical environment. The flickering candlelight conjures up boundless sunshine, and the idea is ingenious. It may also be limited by space.

Systematic, the author only pays attention to the exploration of the hero's noble mind, and other aspects are not described enough.

Returning to Mother focuses on praising maternal love, and then uses reverse thinking to improve the argument and immediately launches it to people who lack conscience.

Refute. The determination of the expression angle shows the novelty of the author's thinking. The phenomena listed have typical significance, from rural areas to cities, and the themes are also listed.

Promote sublimation. From how to treat the mother to how to treat the motherland, we can infer the divergence and fluency of the author's thinking from the process of argumentation. Intermediate language

The words are sharp and powerful, revealing the power behind the newspaper. The sudden change of ending style echoes the beginning, which gives people a good enlightenment.

As far as the content is concerned, the article is a comprehensive reading note, giving people a feeling of flowing.

Interviewee: Junior Secretary-General-Manager Level 5 12-7 19:26

Father loves eternity.

When I was in primary school, I read Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. " Although I can understand its meaning, I am not moved by it; When I was a child, I saw the crying drama "Mom loves me again" in Taiwan Province Province. Many people are crying, but I'm just a little emotional. I am not born cold-blooded, but I am a stranger to maternal love. When I was two years old, my mother died of illness. I grew up under the care and education of my father and mother-in-law, and I still can't understand maternal love.

In the 1980s, the story of the movie "Taking the Wrong Bus" in Taiwan Province Province spread to the mainland. It tells the story of a dumb uncle, a veteran who collects waste products and sells empty bottles for a living, who finds an abandoned girl and brings her up. Its theme song "Dry wine can't be sold" [in Minnan, it means "Will someone sell me the bottle after drinking it"] is very popular. This is my favorite song, "Without heaven and earth, without land, there is no home, without you, there is no home, without you, there is no me ... If you didn't raise me and give me a warm life, if you didn't protect me, my fate would be gone." Because this song expresses ordinary and great fatherly love as deep as the sea, and it is interpreted by actions rather than words. I grew up in that silent fatherly love.

My father's life was unfortunate. In high school (junior high school), his right hand was fractured while playing basketball, and his right hand was disabled for life due to conditions; After less than five years of marriage, his wife left him and a pair of children. The burden of life is all on my father who has only one left hand. There are two old people in the world and two young people at the bottom. Coupled with the backward social conditions at that time, the hardships of life are unimaginable to people now.

Tragic fate and bumpy life have created an ordinary, strong and great father. The disability of the right hand makes the left hand exercise, the right brain develop and the intelligence appear. A beautiful pen is the navigation mark of my primary school calligraphy; When I was working with my father, listening to his story about fighting tigers with Song Wu was the source of my courage and overcoming difficulties. My father taught me to play chess, and also taught me to calculate, think and understand that chess is like life. Now I am the epitome of my father, but I am better than my father. Only in this way can I repay my father.

The father who lost his wife was in his prime, but he never married again in his life. Limited by the conditions at that time, what is more important is that a pair of children need his wholehearted efforts. In the late 1970s and early 1980s, it was the time when children graduated from junior high school and went to technical secondary schools. Although the rural areas have fixed production quotas, my family, which lacks labor, is still an "overspent household". Although the tuition fee for children to study is only a few tens of yuan, it is already astronomical for fathers. In order to save enough tuition, my father added a few white hairs to his head.

Always remember the scene in the summer of 1980.

Although I graduated from junior high school with a score of 1979 and was admitted to Guangfu Middle School, the conditions did not allow me to continue studying in senior high school and I had to pay a lot of tuition fees. Under the teacher's persuasion, my father decided to let me make up lessons and prepare for the senior high school entrance examination. After being admitted to technical secondary school, the tuition fee is low and I have a fixed job. It's a pity that I wasted another year as a teenager. 1980, the senior high school entrance examination is almost off the line, so I have no choice but to prepare again. Try, the exam is over; Ok, not on; Tuition fees have not been settled yet. These are not my worries, but I can't delay going to my classmates' home during the holiday. I stayed at home for two days and went to Jiucun's classmate's house to play. How quickly these days pass! Reading novels and playing chess can release the enthusiasm of youth. Five days later in the afternoon, I reluctantly went home. Although it is night, the heat in summer is still unabated. As I walked, I recalled the interesting things of the past few days and felt quite happy. Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar cry came from my ear: "buy twist!" " Sweet crispy dough twists! "Familiarity is the voice that has accompanied me for many years; Strangeness is a dull and hoarse cry. I followed the sound, and my father's familiar figure caught my eye: a tall, slightly bent body with a pair of laundry baskets woven by myself on broad shoulders, which still contained unsold twists; The left hand caressed the pole, and the sweat flowed down the dark face; The vest was soaked and clung to his father. My tears poured out and I ran in three steps and two steps. " Dad! ..... "Call not bottom go to, just hard to grasp the burden on his father's shoulders. Then, I don't remember what my father said, but the picture in my mind became a fixed frame, which was deeply reflected in my heart. Now that I think about it, if it is accompanied by the music of "Dry Wine is Not for Sale", it must be a tearful movie scene. For more than 20 years, as long as I sing or hear the song "Dry wine is not for sale" and my father's hawking, the picture will make my heart ache.

That scene became eternal in my heart!

My father used the flour at home, invited people to fry it into twists, and sold it in one village for three days. Finally, he saved enough tuition for me. 198 1 year, nearly 15 years old. I finally lived up to my father's expectations and was admitted to Zhongjiang Normal University. Now that I think about it, it was my father's hard work that made me understand gradually and made my studies smaller.

As a father, I deeply know how to love my children, because I have an ordinary and great father.

What makes me happy is that my father, who is nearly seventy, is still healthy! What makes me sad is that my father took pains to do some wheat flour business in his hometown in order to alleviate my financial pressure!

Although I have never enjoyed maternal love in my life, my father gave me all his love!

friendly

I once thought, love, what is love?

Walking on the road, I have been thinking about this problem. At this moment, I saw a little boy trotting happily. I asked, "Little brother, what do you think is friendship?" He said cheerfully, "Friendship! That is, if a friend has candy, he will give you some to share with him. He always treats you to cake on his birthday ... "He has been saying something. Ouch! Friendship is so beautiful. Finally, I said thank you and walked on.

Here comes another colleague who looks in a bad mood. I went up to him and said, "May I ask you a question?" He said, "Yes, but it's better not to be too long." I added, "Do you know what friends are like?" He looked depressed and said, "friends, friends always help those guys with bad memories borrow texts and homework." After he asked you about your homework, he didn't say thank you. He just shouted,' Just tell me the answer. Why do you talk so much nonsense?' "Say that finish, he buried his head and left. I thought, "So friends are like this! ! " .

Finally, I met an old man. I went over and asked him, "Grandpa, what do you think friendship is?" He said kindly, "Friendship means mutual help and love between friends. Just like you, if life goes wrong, friendship can make you happy; If you have any problems, friendship can help you solve them. "

I understand that friends should not be too selfish. We should always help our friends, let our friendship accompany us and grow up happily with us.