Motherly love is a huge flame - Romain Rolland

Motherly love is the greatest power in the world - Mill

While women are fragile, mothers are is strong - France

In the mouth and heart of the child, mother is God - Britain

All the glory and pride in the world come from mother - Gorky

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Wherever you are, Mom, that is the happiest place - England

There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the call of mother - Dante

< p>A mother's arms are made of love, how can it not be sweet for a child to sleep in them (Hugo)

How strong, selfish, and feverishly occupying our entire heart is maternal love - Duncan

When you are successful, everyone is a friend.

But only the mother ----- She is the partner in failure - Zheng Zhenduo

Without the help of selfless, self-sacrificing maternal love, the child's soul will be a desert - Britain

< p>Maternal love is the most beautiful of human emotions, because this emotion is not mixed with selfishness - France

One of the most beautiful things in life is maternal love. This is selfless love, and morality is the same. Pale in comparison - Japan

The mother in my memory! My most beloved lover, you are all my joy, all my friendship - France

Everything else in the world is fake and empty, only mother is real, eternal, and inseparable. Destroyed - India

The sweetest word that can be uttered by human lips is mother, and the most beautiful call is "mother" - Kahlil Gibran

Praise to mother

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The world I go deeper and deeper into?

One of the world

The five-leaf tree is covered with poetry

Mother

< p>I am your child who was forced to mature

The child wearing a faint green suit

I am a handful of clay that is loved by you in every possible way

Tonight You sit under the eaves of the countryside

Wash your fingers

One of the five leaves

An autumn leaf

The hole of dreams

Mother and son look at you thousands of miles away by the river

Don’t tell me where life happened

You want to expose me by the river

The tears of reproduction! !

The stars are so bright tonight

The waves are rippling

The nocturnes are melodious

Mother’s fingers are wrapped with the holiness of youth

The five-leaf tree is covered with poems as heavy as autumn

Her son stands on the trembling hair

Don't be excited by the sound of the flute blowing from the corner of my mouth... . .

Your life has touched my dream of leaving with you

Every autumn I ride under the tree and pass by.

One Every autumn

I am under the tree

Flying by on horseback

1, Mother in the wind and rain

The days are like walking on On the road that is often windy and rainy,

My mother is at the forefront.

I gave my mother some umbrellas to protect my children from the wind and rain,

My mother pushed them to me.

Ah children under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella,

The rain is no longer rain,

It is sent to the world by God A tear of happiness.

2. Mother, thank you for your hard work

The human body can leave,

but the person will not leave,

Just like we will never forget our ancestors,

we will forget our mother.

Mother is the blanket on the body,

without her we will feel cold.

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Mother is the salt of the dish,

Without her, life would have no flavor.

Mother must have her pain.

Those wandering around Uncertain pain,

often hangs on her face,

intertwined with the smiles at her children.

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Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,

Put all the words of love for my mother,

My mother said I was stupid,

Rose Flowers are flowers that symbolize love.

No,

they are also flowers that children give to their mothers.

It has been a long time since I heard what my mother said to me when I was a child. What a joke,

I really regret it,

I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words.

My mother said, silly boy,

< p>What a mother wants to say to her children will never be finished.

Even if she sleeps in the grave, you will always be my concern.

Mine My mother

When I was on the phone with a long-lost classmate, asking each other about each other’s situation, he suddenly asked me: “What have you done that touched your mother the most?”

I was asked for a moment. I didn’t seem to remember or even want to remember whether my mother had ever been touched by anything about me. I was speechless. I had been so proud of my equal friendship with my mother and had so boasted about it. How could I please my mother? I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.

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My mother is on a business trip. She often travels on business, leaving me alone at home to take care of my own life. It has been many years. My character is full of independent things, and the one thing I look forward to most is to grow up to be independent, both spiritually and financially. I rarely miss her deeply, and when I answer her never-changing question "Have you missed me" with a negative answer in a somewhat deliberately angry tone, she will always half-jokingly say that I have no conscience. . It was her call again. After chatting for a while, I suddenly asked her: "In your impression, is there anything I did that particularly touched you?" She paused for a while and said, "Of course I did -" Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that had never left an impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me and my father to do errands. While the errand man was talking to my father, my mother said something suggestive, which for some reason angered the errand man and started to talk to my mother. He was yelling, but before my father could stop me, I rushed in front of my mother, stood in front of her, and shouted to the person doing the work: "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." That person I was stunned, and my anger suddenly disappeared, and I reached out to touch my head, but I was stubborn and pushed his hand away, insisting on pulling my mother away... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard on the other end of the phone I was a little choked, and my tears kept pouring out. My mother said that this was the most touching thing she could remember. She said that when I was a child, I was very well-behaved and cute, unlike now.

I am not a good child, at least not now. I talk back to her, use some mean words to jokingly "hurt" her, and use some new words that she doesn't understand to annoy her. He was born like this, and he has long forgotten that he was once well-behaved and cute. My mother often complains that she hopes I won’t grow up so that she won’t grow old and I won’t be angry with her. I don’t know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to hold my mother’s hand across the street. I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the street." I used to hold my mother's hand before going to bed, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away...

I , grew up, and my mother also got old. As I got older, I learned to talk back, and learned to argue with my mother about trivial matters. She always made me happy. I still remember my mother dyeing my school uniform colorful and apologizing to me like a child who had done something wrong. I still remember my mother saying in a jokingly sad tone when she saw the composition she was satisfied with, "Hey, my The article is expired." I still remember my mother crying because of my ignorant rebuttal. I still remember my mother feeling chilled by my heartless words. Although this episode in life was over, it was a sunny day for the two of us. , but I was worried that my mother would really feel pain and sadness, and I was afraid that she would be disappointed in me.

And me, what have I done? I am not qualified to say that I have done anything that touched my mother. I have never achieved any results that really made her happy, and I have no skills that are enough for her to show off. When she was sick, I only handed her a glass of water and some medicine. I don't even have the ability to take my mother to see a doctor. I know that the burden on my mother's shoulders is very heavy. She has to support me, who is ignorant but spends an astonishing amount of money and effort. I have heard her crying sometimes at night. My mother is not an absolute person. She is a strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me, but what have I done? My tears flowed down again disobediently. My mother said that she didn't like to see me crying all the time, but I was still so disobedient.

Am I regretful? Is it guilt? Ashamed? Is it pain? Is it sad? Is it sour? Is it suffering? Is it heartache? It's all, and neither...

My mother is not kind, she beat me; my mother is not beautiful, she is old; my mother is not wordy, but she likes to listen to what others say; my mother's career is very ordinary , she is still working hard... But my mother gave me a character that I am proud of in exchange for her strictness and laxity; exchanged her youth for my growth; exchanged her habit of listening for me With her sharp teeth and sharp mouth, she spent her life's hard work in exchange for everything around me...

On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked Said: "Why are you asking me this? Are you going to write some composition today? You came to me to find materials?" I laughed. I rarely write about my mother in my compositions. In my mind, that is too vulgar. , but my mother always said, why don’t you use such a good living typical material? If you want to write such a composition praising mother, I must be very moved...

I know that mother is actually very easy to be satisfied. Just a composition can move her, as long as a caring, she can be moved. To move her, just say "love her", you can move her, just stand in front of her and say "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her", you can move her... But when I grew up, I never gave her...

Mother, I wrote this article because I am concerned about your current situation. You are on a business trip and don’t know what you are doing. I want to tell you that I love you! Mother, am I qualified to say, qualified to tell you and tell everyone - "Everything I do touches you and makes you proud"?

"Life"

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you, and in return, you cried all night long

When you were 3 years old, she lovingly cooked for you, and in return, you threw a plate of her food on the floor

When you were 4 years old, she bought it for you Color pens, and in return, you painted abstract paintings all over the wall

When you were 5 years old, she bought you beautiful and expensive clothes, and in return, you wore them to the mud puddle. Play inside

When you were 7 years old, she bought you a ball, and in return, you used the ball to break the neighbor’s glass

When you were 9 years old, she She paid you a lot of money to give you piano lessons, and in return you often skipped class and didn't practice.

When you were 11 years old, she went to the movies with you and your friends, and in return , you asked her to sit in another row

When you were 13 years old, she suggested that you cut your hair, but you said she didn’t understand what the current fashionable hairstyle is.

When you were 14, she paid for your summer camp for a month, but you didn’t call her for a whole month

When you were 15, she came home from work and wanted a hug In return, you turned around and locked the door.

When you were 17 years old, she was waiting for an important call, and you held the phone and chatted with your friends all night.

When you were 18 years old, she was moved to tears when you graduated from high school, and you and your friends were partying out until dawn

When you were 19 years old, she paid you She sent you to school with her college money, but you asked her to get off the car farther away for fear that your classmates would laugh at you

When you were 20 years old, she asked you "Where did you go all day?" and you answered: I don’t want to be like you

When you are 23 years old, she buys you furniture to decorate your new home, and you tell your friends that the furniture she bought is terrible

When you are 30 When you were 40 years old, she gave you advice on how to take care of children, and you said to her: Mom, times have changed

When you were 40 years old, she called you and said it was a relative’s birthday, and you replied :Mom, I am very busy and have no time

When you are 50 years old, she often gets sick and needs your care, but you are at home reading a book about parents staying in their children's homes

Finally one day, she passed away. Suddenly...you remembered all the things you had never done before, and they hit your heart like a hammer