Mountain, not as high as maternal love; Sea, not as deep as maternal love; God, no maternal love; Land is not as big as maternal love; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love.
I remember when I was in third grade. I finished my homework, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and watched it. Mom came over and said, "Pay and watch TV by yourself. I'm going to wash clothes. " Put your feet down and don't lift them on the sofa. "I know, I know. "In fact, I never thought about what my mother said, because there was an animation. Just when I was having a good time, I jumped with joy. Unexpectedly, just as I stretched out my foot, a bang scared me to death: my mother's newly bought vase broke into pieces, and there was a bunch of beautiful dried Japanese flowers lying on the ground. My mother was washing clothes and asked me, "What's the matter? What's that noise? " When I heard my mother's question, I was shocked and thought, "What should I do? "? What should I say? Just now, my mother asked me to put my feet down, so why did I … If I said the vase was broken, my mother would definitely beat me and scold me, because it was my mother's favorite vase, but what if I concealed the real meeting? What the hell should I do? Oh, I really regret lifting my feet so high just now! "Just hesitated, my mother came over and looked at the debris on the ground. The smile on mom's face disappeared. "What's the matter? How did this vase fall to the ground? " Seeing my mother so angry, I don't know how to answer. I said hesitantly, "I ... actually ... no ... seriously, mom." Please believe me. Otherwise, take my pocket money and buy a vase, but don't scold me or hit me! " Before I finished speaking, I began to cry. Unexpectedly, instead of hitting me, my mother gave me a faint smile and smiled calmly and said, "Oh, so that's it." Salary, you did the right thing. No matter what you do, you should correctly understand your own right and wrong and dare to tell the truth. "Say that finish, he bent down to pick up the pieces of the vase and threw them into the trash can.
Motherly love is a gentle wind that blows away the snowflakes and brings endless spring scenery. Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter, a lingering memorial, a child's concern and panic before his deathbed, and an ardent expectation for his development.
2. The Bridge of Motherly Love
Motherly love moistens things silently, but it moistens my young heart like the rain and dew in spring. Motherly love is more like a solid bridge, which will not collapse no matter how long it takes.
It was a rainy day, but the rain did not come. It was the first Monday after the mid-term exam, and it was also my birthday. But god seems to have played a joke on me, and my grades have plummeted and regressed. After school at noon, I trudged home, feeling depressed. I went to the front of the building and looked up. My mother was lying in front of the window, smiling and waving to me, her eyebrows full of expectation. I also motioned for a response, but I bowed my head at once. I have no courage to meet my mother. I slowed down and trudged forward step by step.
When I got home, my mother was kinder than usual and asked me about my grades. I spoke three numbers in despair, but my mother's smile didn't fade like the tide. Although she lacked hope, she replied softly in a rational tone: Oh, I see. Everything seemed to be expected, and then my mother didn't scold me or hit me. She just used a few simple sentences to help me analyze the reasons for my retrogression and talked about my next plan. However, somehow, my heart is more bitter and ashamed, my head is lower and my confidence is gone.
In the evening, I went home after school, gently opened the door, changed my shoes and entered the house. I came to the restaurant with gentle steps, but I accidentally found the cake I had been waiting for for a long time. At that moment, my heart was deeply touched, and I regressed, but my mother gave me double love. My courage seems to have been found again, and the burden is no longer overwhelming me. I went back to my bedroom, and the desk lamp was on, emitting warm sunshine. A book under the desk lamp is called Life. When I opened the title page, I saw my mother. "After reading softly, my tears dried up, not moved, not bitter, but to be a strong person who never gives up, as my mother said, and to be as indomitable as the protagonist in the book. I am even more confident that with the help of Mother Qiao, we will achieve better and more perfect results next time and live up to our mother.
The bridge of maternal love is solid. It leads me to go further on the road of life.