There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her throughout your life; there is a kind of love that allows you to ask for and enjoy as much as you want without asking for anything in return. ...This person is called "mother", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"!
May 13th is Mother's Day, the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This holiday is a tribute to mothers Praise and praise remind us to always remember: be grateful to our mothers.
We are grateful to our mothers for giving us the experience of life; we are grateful to our mothers for making us thrive; we are grateful to our mothers for the education and enlightenment they have given us. We are grateful for the knowledge and strength we gain; in our lives, there will always be difficulties and twists and turns. It is our mother who gives us care and help, and we should be even more grateful.
Gratitude is a person’s love and conscience It is a comprehensive expression of kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is difficult to imagine that a person who has no filial piety and no knowledge of repaying his parents who have worked hard to raise him, no love and no respect for his teachers and classmates will be able to treat his company and others in the future. What responsibility does his country bear? How can a person who does not love his country, his family, or others do his best to build the future of his motherland?
In the advertisement, it was written that the little boy was dedicated to himself. There is a touching scene of a mother washing feet, but in real life, is it something that every child can do? "A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water." We may sometimes miss a stranger's little concern, But they turn a blind eye to their mother's great love, dislike her nagging, or get angry over trivial things... However, mother is always there to support us silently, patiently enlightening and educating us, giving us support and encouragement.
< p> Mother is as pure as jade and as exquisite as ivory carving. The life watered by mother's love is brewing with purity and fragrance. We should listen to mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face mother's severity sincerely, and understand mother A sunny spiritual world...Let us start from today, start with filial piety to our mother, and learn to be grateful! Let us remember the same birthday of all mothers in the world, wash her feet once, and be grateful for her. Give your mother a warm hug, a warm blessing, and a grateful smile on your hard-working back!
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world - Mother's Day Happy! A bouquet of carnations and the words "Mom, you have worked hard" can bring a bright smile to mother's cheeks! Let us give our mothers a little more consideration and care, so that our mothers and our homes will be filled with happiness and harmony, and we will Ushering in true growth!
Here, I would like to quote a poem to end: A child’s growth is the mother’s hope for rebirth; a child’s failure is the mother’s bitter tears; a child’s success , is the mother’s happy smile. Classmates, for the mother’s smile and for tomorrow’s harvest, let you and I have great ambitions without worrying!
Mother, I will reach out with your strength
p>Freed my imprisoned self
Mother, I look at your smiling face and reach out my hand
Deliberately paint my current picture
Mother I stand up through your words
Clean my soul overnight
Mother, I am the swallow across the sea
You are the nest across the water Nest
Your tearful smiling eyes
Ment the whole world
After giving mother a burst of pain, we cried and watched her smile. Eyes, those are the first glances in our lives, and it is those eyes that keep paying attention to us until the eyes can no longer open their eyelids.
The first thing we shouted while learning to speak. "Mom", the heroic words we made to our mothers when we were young; the careless kiss when we were acting coquettishly when we were teenagers; the occasional greetings from us when we grow up, will add a few crow's feet to the corners of our mother's smiling eyes. < /p>
Mothers are easily satisfied, giving the most and taking the least.
I love my mother, and we should all love our mothers.
I My mother is a very stubborn woman. When I was a child, I admired my mother very much. At that time, I did not understand the cruelty of time. It was not until later that the edges of my mother were slowly worn away through hard work, and I was in the ravine of her face. Read it slowly.
When I was very young, as a girl, I was not pretty and very wild. When I got a little older, my mother started to braid my hair.
I wear a beautiful princess dress. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me and ask me to look at myself in the mirror, but every time I only look at the person standing behind me in the mirror. A proud mother. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Later, I turned from a wild child into a little princess. So many people pampered me that my mother’s Love is a bit inconspicuous. I just remember that if I got out of school late at noon, I would see my mother with anxious eyes in the dusk on the way home. When I threw myself into her arms, her eyes were instantly filled with tenderness. That's exactly what happened. The tenderness in my mother's eyes taught me to take every exam seriously, and I would bring back a lot of certificates to my mother at the end of each term. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "Mom is a gentle, beautiful woman." !"
Later, I turned from a little princess into a big princess. I could do all kinds of beautiful braids by myself, and I began to feel that the clothes my mother bought me didn't look good. But I still wear them. Lying on my mother's lap under the warm sun and smelling the familiar scent of my mother, watching my mother's seriousness when playing with my hair, listening to my mother's intermittent words, and resting my head on my mother's soft thighs, I felt an indescribable feeling. A sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman!
Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, I began to be pursued by boys. When I shyly asked the boys When I showed the letter I wrote to my mother, she still smiled at me tenderly. She stroked my head and gently told me, "All you have at this age are just empty promises.
" I stared at it. Looking at my mother's hopeful eyes, I didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles creeping into the corners of my mother's delicate eyes on her formerly smooth forehead. From then on, I stopped showing off to my mother. Skin. Because I know that under my mother’s proud smile is a lost heart. My mother is just a mortal. She is so beautiful.
Later, I could no longer sit in the courtyard every day after school. I see my mother waiting to take off my schoolbag for me, and I can no longer hear my mother's soft voice "Are you hungry?" every day when I am the hungriest, and I can no longer hear my mother's soft voice "Are you hungry?" every day when my mother comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed. I coquettishly put my hand around my mother's neck and said "GOODNIGHT!". Because I was already a boarding student, my mother came to see me three times in the first week, and every time she would take the clothes I had changed out of. Let’s go. My mother is a woman who loves to be clean. She doesn’t like to use the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I will play with foam next to her. I sit on the edge of the hard iron bed in the dormitory and share with my roommates that my mother has carefully prepared it for me. My roommates were chirping in envy at the meal. My mother also asked me to take the clothes I changed home during the holiday tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a hair in the dish. , this has never happened before, you know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how much I regretted it at that moment, because I saw my mother’s face. I instantly turned red and murmured to myself, "I was so careless, I was so careless..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, just kidding you!" Then my mother breathed a sigh of relief. I hurriedly buried my head in eating. , I can’t let my mother see my red eyes
, because I feel very distressed when I see my mother’s somewhat cloudy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will also feel very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother and watch her wash clothes. My mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home - clear and tranquil. I continue to play with my bubbles. As I play, I suddenly notice that my mother There were thin beads of sweat on my forehead, my mother’s back became more and more bent, her hand movements became slower and slower, and she became weaker and weaker, but she still smiled and whispered about the neighborhood. After that time, I I also don’t want to take my changed clothes home. Every time I face my mother’s anger
, I always raise the corners of my mouth naughtily and say, “I’ve grown up!” However, the latter sentence I didn't say it out loud, that was "you are old"
Later, I am almost going to college as I sit here. My mother comes to take me home every day for my health. I have better food than other classmates. It's a good time, I have a guaranteed sleep, and I live a worry-free life. People who see me think that I am a junior high school student. I am not upset about my naivety, because I understand that I can live a simple and simple life because of my mother's gray hair and new eyes. wrinkles and even vague spots are what I expected
. Although my mother’s vision is very different from mine, I still act coquettishly and ask my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes... because I I like to see my mother, so I have some success
My mother once said, "Mom likes you to be pretty!"...
My mother taught me all the good hospitality etiquette, sitting posture, standing posture...even the way to hold chopsticks since I was a child. , my classmates think this is very feudal, but whenever others praise me for being generous and gentle, I understand my mother's good intentions. My mother hopes that her daughter will always be the best in the future.
My mother is really old!
Her teeth are also old. She can no longer chew her food as gently and slowly as she taught me to eat without showing her teeth when eating. Her ears are also old, and she is afraid that others will not be able to hear. Because of her words, she can no longer speak softly like she taught me; her legs are getting old, and the splayed feet she has because of giving birth to me are becoming more and more obvious, and her steps can no longer be as light as she taught me... But I don't I would blame her, and I would only take more time to massage her. Although the bones in her body made my hands hurt, all the external matters disappeared instantly when I saw my mother's satisfied smile.
There have always been There are two mirrors in my mind. On one side, my mother is standing behind me, looking proudly at the good daughter in the mirror who is wearing a beautiful princess dress
with braids; on the other side, my mother is standing behind me. In front of me, my face was filled with happiness as I looked at her daughter in the mirror who was taller than her but still pouting naughtily.
Mother, I will step out by your moonlight
< p>Through the ups and downs of the sea of ??timeMother, I smiled when I looked at your face
Tell yourself the eternal belief
...
I love my mother
I will always love my mother.
In my wallet I carry an old black and white photo of one and a half inches. In the photo, a young girl is standing among the flowers. She is wearing a pair of sandals and a floral skirt. She wears a pair of ordinary sandals and a light-colored top. She also wears a pair of glasses with round lenses. Two braids hang down. to the back shoulder. She has a bright and satisfied smile on her face. She looks so beautiful, so pure and charming. The person in the photo is my mother.
This is her A photo of me and my dad before we got married. When I saw this photo for the first time, I said childishly, "This person is so beautiful. Who is he?" Dad smiled and said, "This is your mother." Then. I was thirteen years old at the time and was not completely sensible yet. I compared the photo with my mother in front of me and found that my mother had really changed. But I was not surprised because I knew that my mother was a patient. A woman who had been battling illness for a long time. A strong patient who struggles.
I want to say that my family was very poor when I was a child, but it seems that not many people will believe it. Because most of the people who say this are our elders, or maybe We are a family in a rural mountainous area. But this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we two sisters are not without enough food and clothing. We just have no extra money, and we only replace a piece of clothing until it is worn out. I only buy new schoolbags when I can no longer use them. From elementary school to junior high school, I only used three pencil cases. At that time, my father said that we were very happy. When he was a child, he didn’t even have a pencil case when he went to school.
< p>However, in such a family, my mother still gave us a happy childhood. She never beat us. She would occasionally scold us when we were particularly disobedient. But she never wronged us. She would scold us. , but that kind of scolding was reasonable, leaving us speechless and forced to accept it. My mother never beat or scolded us because of our academic performance. Of course, we also studied very seriously. When we were in better spirits, she would do They would supplement the family income by handicrafts, or knit sweaters for us.At that time, the family's expenses were only supported by a small amount of my father's salary. My sister and I were still young, so my mother would struggle to do some handicrafts to help support the family. I remember when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my father found some plastic ducks nearby to make. There were 20 ducks in a pack, and the labor cost was only 15 cents per pack. Each duck had to go through a number of troublesome processes: it had to be attached with two wings. , two duck feet, a duck beak, a whistle in the mouth, and an air balloon in front of the whistle. Before installing the balloons, inflate them one by one with a pump, and pick out the bad ones and throw them away. Then put the two sides of the body together Together, it is considered complete. Repeat the sample to make 20 ducks, and then put these 20 ducks into a film bag, and staple three nails to the bag. All this, the labor cost is only 15 cents. But my mother But she had a great time doing it. As long as she could help make up for the household expenses, she would endure no matter how hard it was. When he was free, his father would come to help. After we finished our homework, we also did it together. The whole family gathered around a pile of plastic, They all started to do it, but now that I think about it,
It was fun. I just didn’t feel that way at the time.
When I was a child, my mother knitted sweaters that my family used to keep out the cold in the harsh winter. She would try to find time to knit a sweater every day when she got better. .Dad’s long-sleeved white woolen sweater, my sister’s and my waistcoat, and the blue and white long-sleeved sweater. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the cold. When winter came, I wore several sweaters from the inside out, all of which were from my mother. I remember one time, I saw my mother knitting a sweater. I found that the hair was very big, but it didn't look like it was knitted for my father. I couldn't help but ask: "Who is this knitted for?" Mom said it was knitted. It was given to me. I was very surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" My mother said softly: "It can't be empty now, but I can wear it later." After a while, she sighed and said "This is the only thing I can do now. In the future when I am no longer here, you must know the cold and the warm, and don't freeze." I was still young at that time, so I only faintly heard some overtones, but I didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, the sweater my mother knitted at that time really became her last product. This is the only warm sweater I have now. My mother's warmth continues to this moment, and this sweater is now on my body. .I stroked it, and there were thousands of strands of love surging in my heart...
My mother only attended the third grade of elementary school. Speaking of these three years of education, there is another reason. At that time, my grandparents were poor at home. , girls do not have the opportunity to study. My grandparents are busy outside all day long, and they can only provide enough food and clothing for the family. My mother has been responsible for taking care of my younger brother since he was a child. Soon it was time for my uncle to study. My uncle was very courageous when he was a child. When he was young, his mother sent him to school. When he was about to go home, he cried and refused to let her go. Later, in order for his uncle to go to school, the school decided to let the two of them go to school together, and the two of them only charged the tuition of one person. In this way, My mother had the opportunity to go to school. My mother cherished this opportunity to study. But later, when my uncle was willing to go to school, the school no longer agreed to let them pay half the tuition. In this way, my mother finally recognized a few words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father would always spend a few cents on Saturdays to buy a weekend pictorial. After dinner, my mother and I would read it happily. My sister and I couldn’t understand, so we could only guess at the pictures. But in my heart, I have slowly begun to have the desire to read and be literate. This is the influence of my parents on us. My mother also likes to read "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" bought by my father, which contains many folk stories. My mother will read it after dinner, when she feels better. Tell it to my sister and me. We always listen with rapt attention. Sometimes we rush to grab a magazine to read, but often we take a look in our hands: white is paper, black is paper, it doesn’t recognize me, I don’t recognize it. Mother She would smile and say, "When you go to school, you must study hard so that you can understand these words in the future."
In addition to newspapers and magazines, my mother also loved reading books. In my memory, she held books and read them. His figure is so profound. My mother told me many stories about the Three Kingdoms, such as borrowing arrows from a straw boat, the Lianlian strategy, the empty city strategy, the Battle of Red Cliff, etc. She only has a three-year elementary school education, but she can read a lot of books. Once I asked my mother, "Can you understand all these words?" My mother said, "Some understand, some don't." "What should I do if I can't understand?" My mother said, "If you don't understand, I'll ask. Ask the mute teacher." I was curious, "Mute teacher? Who is the mute teacher?" My mother raised the dictionary in her hand, "She is the mute teacher, and the dictionary is the mute teacher. When I don't understand, I will ask her, She will tell me the answer." "Oh!" From that time on, I understood that the dictionary is a mute teacher, a teacher who cannot speak. Later I found out that when my mother was reading, she often had her mute beside her. Teacher. She also often humbly "asks for advice" from the teacher.
It is my mother's serious study that has influenced me and made me like reading and writing since I was a child. While I miss my mother, I really I am grateful to my mother. For my mother's love, the word "gratitude" is too light. Mother's love is like a lamp, illuminating the journey of my life, and mother's love is like water, nourishing the heart of my life.
There is a family photo in the album, which is the only one A picture of this. I remember that it was during the Chinese New Year. The family was very happy and went to the street specially dressed to take this photo. At that time, I was only 6 years old and my sister was 8 years old. In the photo, my father and mother were sitting. , my sister stood on both sides. My mother was wearing light blue clothes, and my father was wearing a light yellow suit. The tan clothes my sister and I were wearing were handmade by our mother. At that time, zipper tops were still a new trend. .My mother took great pains and asked a friend who made clothing to get these two long zippers from nowhere.
It took me a long time to make the chain, and I made it on the eve of the Spring Festival. My sister and I were so happy at the time. We couldn’t be prouder to wear it.
After the photos were taken, My mother always regretted that her hair was not combed properly and there was a "door frame" on her forehead. A few years later, she joked that it was the door to hell. My father didn't like hearing her say that. Her joke was very popular with us. Very uncomfortable. My mother has always hoped to have the opportunity to take another photo, but she has never been able to do so. The reality is always so cruel. Just nine years after taking this photo, my mother finally became seriously ill.
< p>She never went to the hospital and was treated at home for more than a month. During this period, my mother had been suffering from all kinds of pain. She knew that she would die soon, so she always warned me: "My child, be more peaceful." "Don't be too extreme when looking at things." "Child, you have to think carefully before you say anything to avoid offending others." "Child, you have to know that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world."... I know that the person she is most worried about is me. She has a strong self-esteem and is self-righteous, but she still likes to show off. There is also an older sister who is honest and submissive but dare not speak out. Years later, when I repeatedly encountered difficulties in interpersonal relationships, I recalled these words of my mother and suddenly understood that my mother is What a foresight, he had predicted my habits long ago. At that moment, I burst into tears. My mother left, but her love continues to this day.I clearly remember that afternoon, the doctor came out of the room He came out, shook his head at his father and said, "It's useless. It seems that I can't survive tonight. Inform relatives and friends, and those who can come, please come!" When my sister heard this, she cried immediately. My father frowned and said, I haven't relaxed for several months. That day, many relatives came to the house, but they were quiet all the time. My mother could no longer speak at that time. Her eyes moved slightly and looked at all of us. I still feel I can’t forget the look in my mother’s eyes at that time. I didn’t quite understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, it contains how much reluctance, how much nostalgia, how much helplessness, how much regret, how much concern, how much hope... Mother was in the early hours of the morning We left at a little after one o'clock. The night was as cold as frost, and the "boss" who was taking care of the funeral kept asking us not to cry in front of her, so I endured it all night. There was no telephone at home at that time, so at dawn, I rode my bicycle to go there. I reported the news to my aunt's house, but I couldn't reach my aunt's house after driving around for a whole hour. At that time, my mood was as messy as the road under my feet, as directionless. I didn't know where I was going. I remember more than ten days later , the school mid-term exam, I took seven subjects, and my average score was failed! The lowest score was 18 points. I received my scores that day, and I was walking home in confusion. I saw a mother and daughter leaning on each other. I was laughing and walking on the road. I was fascinated. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t have such an opportunity since I was a child. I couldn’t understand why my mother left me so early. I couldn’t understand why God treated me like this. I There are too many things that I can’t understand.
I lost my mother in this way, and I buried her deeply in the deepest part of my heart.
Mother, how terrible A word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love is like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth. Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return. Maternal love is like the warm breeze of spring , blowing your heart; maternal love is like a continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and nourishing your heart; maternal love is like a furnace in winter, creating heart-warming sunshine for you in the harsh winter. Children in the world , looking at my mother with gray hair on her temples, who wouldn’t be extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me is real, simple, severe, and sometimes a little poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, That was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother who was happy for my study and progress. Thinking back carefully, in my life , when is the day when my mother is missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me warmth. and the breath of love. Once we had an injection in school, and I fainted. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word, even without eating lunch, and carried me to the doctor on her back. Later, my mother asked for leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad. I didn’t know why, but I also felt a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I hadn’t eaten it yet, and my mouth was watering. come out
After my mother cut the melon, she first gave me a piece with fewer seeds and sweet flesh. But she ate the piece with more seeds and not very sweet flesh. But maternal love can be harsh sometimes. I have always had A bad habit of carelessness. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I knew that my mother was actually very heartbroken, and she didn’t want to scold me. Her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by the mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from the mother's love. Every drop of love. Mother protects her children all her life, and silently guides her children behind their backs. Is our mother’s love for us something we can ever repay? As the poem "Wandering Zi Yin" said: "Who can tell the meaning of an inch of grass?" ,Report three spring glows.