Father is the mountain, father's love is great, solid and broad, mother is the sea, mother's love gives us warmth, simple and delicate. They
give us flesh and blood, raise us to grow up, make us know ourselves and the world, and make us useful to the motherland. My parents love me more than I can count, of which my mom's love for me is even more like a trickle into my heart.
One day during the winter vacation last year, it was snowing heavily, a white, crystalline white snowflakes from the cloudy sky drifted down. I coughed from time to time, and my mom came at the sound. One touch, really hot! Mom was anxious to carry me straight to the hospital. The snowflakes continued to fly in the cold wind. Mom wrapped me up tightly, fearing that I would catch cold again. Suddenly, I felt that my mom was breathing more and more rapidly, and her feet were struggling to move every step. I asked my mom to rest for a while, but she refused. Gradually, mom's forehead broken line pearl-like sweat rolling down one after another. Hospital ah hospital, you are usually so close to my home, today how ------ a scream interrupted my thoughts ------ mom fell. I was heartbroken and let my mom rest for a while, but she pretended to be fine.
Mom carried me continue to walk to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mom stood by me and didn't move an inch! Mom cares about me at all times, I also care about my mom very much. Once, my mother was sick, I took the initiative to take on the housework, feed my mother to take medicine.
These things I remember, I can not help but think of a poem: a loving mother in the hands of the line, the wandering son on the clothes ------ my mother to me the most unfailing, the most eternal, the most inexhaustible, the most pure, the most sincere love! Mom loves me, I love my mom, we are a happy and happy family!
2. Mother (imitation) essay
Looking back over the past 12 years, this seems to be the first time I wrote about my mother.
Mother is not someone who is unforgettable at first sight, she did not have too much culture, just a middle school diploma. She was clumsy in doing things, and so far there is nothing memorable for me.
Our days were very uneventful, except for my parents' quarrels about money, and there seemed to be no ripples in my life. I remember my father staying up all night once to type out an article for me, which I still find hard to forget.
But what about mother? It's just that I haven't paid attention to her in more than a decade. My mother's job was low-paying, and she didn't have the skills to aspire to a high-paying position.
But she always boasted that she was hardworking, and she was. She was very hardworking, and she did all the housework, and she always kept the house in order. Every day after dinner it is the mother who washes the dishes.
The mother is not very careful about using detergent, and even a dollar can be bought down, are used as usual. Perhaps because of the experience, as if the hand holding a white wheel, sleeve control of the water fairy, with the hand overlooking is a wonderful dynamic picture; different dishes, to her hands, instantly will be able to clean, encountered stubborn stains, hand picked up the rag repeatedly waved, and then restored to the white part.
(imitation paragraph) is still using her cheap detergent, mother first hand pour some, to wipe the bowl used to wipe the cloth wiped some water, and then pour water to wash the bowl, and go to the sink to soak. The first thing I did was to get some water on the cloth to wipe the bowl, and then I poured some water on the bowl to wash it, and then I went to the sink to soak it.
(imitation paragraph) Gradually the mother's movements slowed down, the white glaze are stacked on one side. Who knows the meal under the bowl, behind the hard work ......PS: master I handed in my homework, writing is not good, imitation writing for a long time without practicing, it should be the first year of imitation of a section of the scene.
This really is not easy.
3. "Mom's eyes" essay imitationMom's eyes (essay)
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Everyone has a pair of eyes, and you may be thinking: what's there to write about eyes? But my mom's eyes are different from other people's, they are a pair of eyes that can talk.
Everyone has a pair of eyes, you may think: what's there to write about eyes? But my mom's eyes are different from other people's, they are a pair of eyes that can talk.
Once my mother and I went to the mall to buy things, on the way to pick up ten dollars, I do not know what to do, look back, my mother looked at me with a smile, she used her eyes to say: "pick up something should do ah?" Suddenly, I remembered the children's song I once sang: I found a penny on the side of the road, hand it over to the police uncle. There was a policeman in front of me, so I ran over and gave the money to him. I went back to my mom and saw her eyes smiling like a curved moon, as if to say, "What a good daughter."
Once when writing homework, I encountered a difficult problem, I went to ask my mother, my mother did not say anything, but just looked at me with her eyes in silence, as if to say: "You first think about yourself, I believe you can do it." But I couldn't think of anything. Mom's eyes kept looking at me, as if to say, "Think of another way of thinking." I looked at my mom and thought seriously again. Finally, I answered the question, and my mom cast an approving glance at me, as if to say, "You're great!"
Mom's eyes will say a lot of things: when I was sick, mom's eyes full of care; when I get good grades, mom's eyes smile especially good; when I do something wrong, mom's eyes seem to say: "Wrong should be corrected, don't make the same mistake in the future."
I love my mom, and I love her big, bright, talking eyes.
Hope to adopt thank you
4. "Mom's Eyes" essay imitationMom's Eyes (essay)
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Everyone has a pair of eyes, and you may be thinking: what's there to write about eyes? But my mom's eyes are different from other people's, they are a pair of eyes that can talk.
Everyone has a pair of eyes, you may think: what's there to write about eyes? But my mom's eyes are different from other people's, they are a pair of eyes that can talk.
Once my mother and I went to the mall to buy things, on the way to pick up ten dollars, I do not know what to do, look back, my mother looked at me with a smile, she used her eyes to say: "pick up something should do ah?" Suddenly, I remembered the children's song I once sang: I found a penny on the side of the road, hand it over to the police uncle. There was a policeman in front of me, so I ran over and gave the money to him. I went back to my mom and saw her eyes smiling like a curved moon, as if to say, "What a good daughter."
Once when writing homework, I encountered a difficult problem, I went to ask my mother, my mother did not say anything, but just looked at me with her eyes in silence, as if to say: "You first think about yourself, I believe you can do it." But I couldn't think of anything. Mom's eyes kept looking at me, as if to say, "Think of another way of thinking." I looked at my mom and thought seriously again. Finally, I answered the question, and my mom cast an approving glance at me, as if to say, "You're great!"
Mom's eyes will say a lot of things: when I was sick, mom's eyes full of care; when I get good grades, mom's eyes smile especially good; when I do something wrong, mom's eyes seem to say: "Wrong should be corrected, don't make the same mistake in the future."
I love my mom, and I love her big, bright, talking eyes.
I hope to adopt thank you
5. Write mother's essayIn the rugged and bumpy journey of life, who gives you the most sincere and affectionate care, who is on your hush-hush warmth, and always give you selfless dedication; who tirelessly teaches you the truth of the world; who is in trouble for your trivialities? That's right! It is the great mothers. Mother's love is selfless and never-ending. There is no mother who does not love her children. No matter what, mother's love is ultimately the most sincere and difficult to part with feelings in life.
Childhood is like a shooting star in the sky, bright but quickly dissipated; teenagers are like running water, passed away without a trace, and now I am as young as a frying pan in the reality of life. My mother, who was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside and raised her children in the countryside, never knew that one day in May would be her birthday as well as the birthdays of all the mothers in the world, and she knew even less about what carnations stood for. At this time the hometown of the plum should be ripe season, the plum rain has also begun to moisten the earth's branches and leaves. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on your own.
The son in the mother's eyes is always growing up, the son in the mother's eyes is always do not understand, the son in the mother's eyes is always will not take care of their own, the son in the mother's eyes is always so silly, the son will always be the mother's heart meat, the son will always be the mother's baby bumps, the son will always be the mother's son. No matter how good the son of the outside world, how capable, how beautiful, how mature charm, but always the mother is the most laborious worry, even if you have been seventy years old children and grandchildren.
Our mother's kindness to us thousands of millions, the real number is difficult to repay, but there are still many people do not know the depth of the meaning of their own mothers are not thankful, and children to their parents should be filial piety is a practical action, only to take care of their own without thinking of their parents, is a very outrageous behavior.
Thinking back to the road to growth of all kinds of fragments: teeth to learn to speak, back when literacy, when I was sick, my mother's guardianship, before going to school to urge the joys and sorrows after school; spring kites and the grass rolled on the mess in the summer, swimming in the fall excursions, winter light with me reading. All this is the warmth of my mother's love for me. Thank you, mother! It is you who taught me the basic principles of being a human being, it is you who gave me life, it is you ......
Bless you forever, my beloved mother.
People always love to proclaim the greatness of mother's love. When the metaphor, but also always willing to be compared to the things of the mountains and rivers, very few people compare the mother's love to water, think this is too plain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
People always love to proclaim the greatness of motherhood. When the metaphor, also always willing to be compared to the things of the mountains, very few people will be compared to the mother's love for water, feel that this is too plain. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
I remember reading an article called "Mother's love has no specific content". Yeah, looking back carefully, only to find that it is difficult to pass a thing, to prove that the mother how so and so, it is also difficult to use a word, to explain how the mother how so. Of course, this is not because of the mother does not know enough, on the contrary, it is because too much understanding, a thousand things, do not know how to write.
Appreciate my mother's character, thunder and lightning, never procrastinate. I hope I can one day be as upright and unyielding as my mother. This is the quality that a good cadre should have - my mother taught me that. It is well recognized that my mother can endure hardship. As far as I can remember, there is nothing that my mother can't do. It's been like that since I can remember, and it hasn't changed even now. Therefore, always like to stay with my mother, very warm feeling, I like this feeling, make me feel solid, safe.
Often lamented the mercilessness of the years, merciless to almost cold. She captured all the youth of the people around me, with their old age, in exchange for my growth. The washing of time, bleaching the mom's long hair, but left the mom's innate bravery and strength. But still have to admit, mom is old.
However, many of mom's words are very reasonable. This is the experience of life, leaving behind a treasure that holds the mystery of life - I think. So as a child, I absolutely adored my mom and followed some of her words like a bible. Mom always said, people all their lives, not everything is like to do, there are a lot of things, you do not like to do, but can not help but to do, and must do, do also have to do the best; otherwise do not say sorry parents, sorry friends, and even you even sorry for themselves. These words have accompanied me through yesterday, to today, and, I believe, will accompany me to tomorrow. Give me the courage to be strong enough to face every person and every new challenge on every sunny day.
Love is love, I y honor my mother. It is not sensational, but sometimes, the fine water is not lost in the scenery. There may be a few ordinary, but it would have been a mortal one, and how magnificent love. What's more, in my opinion, every love is the same treasure, worthy of our eternal treasure.
The days ahead are long, long, long, long, I do not know how many seasons I will walk hand in hand with my mother. Together with the early spring, taste of summer, chewing on the golden autumn, listening to the winter. Pick up the life left me little by little, every piece of growth memories brewed into the most mellow wine, labeled, with the baptism of the years more and more thick, more and more fragrant; with the mother's love as a label, the same to love everyone beside me, but also to cherish every piece of love given by others. I hope that my young heart can warm my mother's heart that is no longer young, moisturize her full of vicissitudes, and take care of my mother for the rest of her life.
Yes, mother's love is like water. Water - the source of life; mother's love - a lifetime together.
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6. Write mother's essaynap, suddenly found beside the mother black shiny hair mixed with a piercing white hair, my heart was violently seized, mother is only thirty-six years old ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
Usually, my mother is very strict on my studies, in order to let me put the day's knowledge of the integration, often give me some typical questions to strengthen; I test test is not good, my mother did not criticize me, timely analysis of my mistakes, find out the reasons why; the teacher reflected my class is not attentive to listening to lectures, my mother will be educated to me, so that I know the importance of listening to class attentively.
Mom in life is to give me the utmost care: I and my good friends contradictions, home after the commission in front of my mother to give up the counting of friends is not, but my mother let me from their own faults, so that I can learn to treat my friends correctly; exams are not as good as others, the mood is not good, my mother has always allowed me to find out the gap between their own, the correct treatment of the results; by the teacher's criticism, to find my mother complained, my mother helped me to find my way back home, to find my mom, to find my mom, to find my mom. Find a mother to complain, my mother to help me find the reason, let me correctly look at the teacher's criticism and encourage me to cheer up ......
A friend of my mother's holiday sent her an education network, which has a famous teacher to teach seat, physics, algebra, geometry, English, my mother felt good, in order to let me have a better learning effect, exercise me to listen to the lecture efficiency, mom will put down their own things every day with me to listen to lectures, do not understand the place patiently explain, the key part of the mother will be strong on me to drop once, some important lessons and even listen to several times, until I completely understand it. In the free time of my study mom and go to busy themselves, often in the evening in the free time mom to find out some relevant typical examples of problems copied down so that the next day to explain to me. When I went to rest at night, I saw my mom copying and saving some useful materials for my next use, I couldn't help but say, "Mom, you're so hard!" Mom pinched her sore neck and said meaningfully, "For you to become a man, mom is willing to do anything." Listening to this simple and unadorned language, feeling the great, broad mother's love, my heart was once again shaken. Mom has paid so much for me, but I often make her angry, and I talk back when she criticizes me, it's really not right!
"Mom, do we still need to buy groceries tomorrow morning?" I asked at bedtime.
"If you don't want to go, I'll get them you sleep more in the morning."
"No! I'll get it for you!" I was determined to care and return my mother's love with my own actions.
"Go to sleep." Mom smiled heartily at me.