Say it, mom, in front of the daughter despite the nagging A enough, can be in the mirror dialing off white hair, listening to a full head of white hair you, whispering instructions, this is what a happy thing. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is the son of the wine, your nagging is the expectations of millions of mothers all day long, your nagging is the world's most beautiful song, may every day there is your song in the ears of the soft play, may the world's children in your nagging to strive to be strong, listen to your nagging to light departure, traveled to the heart of my daughter to say a word: Mom, I love you!
Mother, is an esoteric book, young sons and daughters often read do not understand, until they really grow up, standing in the ideal and reality, history and today's intersection of reopening this esoteric book, to read the mother that sincere heart.
Mother, is the spring breeze of March, winter sunshine, to caress, to warm the children of the cold heart.
Mother, is a tree, for the long-distance trek outside the son and daughter of the wind and rain, to solve the problem.
Mother, is a vast and boundless sea, with her big heart, tolerate children of all, with their own clear blue water, to cleanse the pure heart of children.
Mother, is a flame, for the children to drive away the cold, drive away the darkness, reflecting the children's joyful smile, to welcome the arrival of light.
Mother, is the heavy land, with their own youthful sweet milk, to reproduce, to cultivate that generation after generation of flowers, so that the world is full of vitality.
Mother, is a timely rain, moisturize the children's hearts that have long been dry and cracked, in the children's hearts sowing the seeds of love.
Mother is the roaring wind, roaring lightning, blowing away the clouds, splitting the barrier of darkness, ushering in a new future for children and light.
Mother is a boat that carries us from the time of our children's birth through the stormy seas to the paradise of learning.
If there is a legendary myth in the world, it is the mother who raised me and loved me: a life of ordinary, a life of hardship.
Mother's love is an ancient vine that carries the love of the years and the lingering memories of the past. It is full of thoughts, tolerance, waiting, and cohesion of the present, the past, and the future in its vigorous branches and vines.
Mother's love is a sea of affection, depicting the most beautiful picture of spring, the magnificent poetry of summer, broad bosom, stored longing, longing, longing, fondness, full of joy, care, hope.
Mother's love is a ray of sunshine, nurturing the rhythm of life and the warmth of the heart. The noble sentiment is filled with purity, kindness, benevolence, and the pursuit of light, faith, and ideals.
Mother's love, is a golden ribbon, let the heart embrace, let the love pool. History can not be separated; the years cut. The world's most important thing is that the world is not a place where you can't get away from it, but it is a place where you can get away from it.
There are light poems in the long clouds, and there is a sheer blessing in the light poems....... May you shower a constant stream of joy and happiness every day -- my loving mother.
There are a thousand kinds of love in the world, only the mother's love is the greatest; there are ten thousand kinds of love in the world, but only the affection is the most eternal. Mother, your feelings for me are the greatest, the most selfless, the most precious, the most eternal love in the world, so that I can never forget.
Mother, you're like a beacon, guiding a lost boat home.
Mother, you are like a beam of sunshine. Your light allows living creatures to find an openness and beauty, and your enthusiasm makes everything grow.
Mother, you are like a cup of tea, cold night drink your warmth, thirst drink your mellow, although bland, but the fragrance of the four benefits.
Mother, you give me support and comfort, so that I eliminate depression, drive away the trouble. You give me encouragement, so that I become confident from helplessness. You give me criticism, so that I understand the truth of the world. I know how important cultivation, wisdom and quality are to one's life.
Mother, you are a glass of milk, full of your love, you a brief word, a slight action, are showing your strands of tenderness. You a serious eyes, cautioned me to be broad-minded, to treat people politely. You a loving smile, for my learning journey injected into the forward momentum.
Mother, everything in the world can not be comparable to your greatness, all the words can not express your love for me, but I can only use this behavior to repay a little gratitude to you, without you, my life will become disordered, our spirit will become unsupported.
Mother, I y wish you a happy holiday!
Mother's love silk weaves the straw raincoat that protects the wanderer from the wind and rain, and mother's smile disperses the cold in the hearts of children.
Looking back to the wilderness, the green rice paddies, just like you, a gust of wind, blowing you down, a downpour of rain, you can not fall; a cold winter has become the impetus to move forward, if you can, I would like to become a rice paddy like you, in your tenacity of will to thrive.
Looking at the sea, you are like it, open-minded, boundless, in the sunshine, flooded with starlight, I am that a small sailboat, in your open heart to sail freely, tired, relying on your shoulder, your shoulder is the soul of the station, occasionally you rolled up the layers of waves, sailboat, sailboat understand, that is the test of the sailboat.
On the sky, the blue sky and white clouds are nature's masterpiece, your teachings are like this vast and wonderful sky, and I am the eagle, free to fly under your traction. The eagle looks forward to the beautiful sky, but the sky also has unpredictable clouds, sometimes wind and sunshine, sometimes the wind howling, pouring rain, but the eagle is not willing to leave here, only the sky is the eagle's paradise.
How great is the title of mother, it is because your footprints tell the children for the people down to earth; your smile to inspire us to overcome the difficulties; your eyes, is the children's soul to rely on.
Sons and daughters have no words to express their gratitude to their mothers, they can only say "Mom, you worked hard!"
Dear mother:
Time is like running water in a hurry to go, your festival is here - "March 8" International Women's Day. Mother, at this moment, my daughter will silently pray for you in my heart, wish you a happy holiday!
Often heard people say: "There is a big book in the world, never finish reading, that is the mother love." Indeed, the love you give me is omnipresent and endless. Every time you come home from school, ushered in is always your concern for the greetings; each test is completed, get is always your earnest encouragement ...... bathed in the warmth of the mother's love, day by day, I day by day in the growth of your day by day in the aging.
Thinking back to the past, your face in the years of mercilessly carved in the vicissitudes of the brand, that is the suffering years left a remembrance. You have raised our sisters with pain and suffering. A mention of remembering the past, the mother is always silent, and then will be talking about the past things, those indefinable, indefinable suffering ah! The difference is that today's mother always has a smile on her face after talking about the past, which is a sign that she is out of trouble and satisfied with her present life.
With the passage of time, the memories of my childhood are long gone, however, your simple teachings are often in my mind around. You always said, "I can only give you as a steering wheel, to be successful, can only rely on yourself, so you must learn to be independent, to find the beacon of life by yourself."
Every station on the road of growth, faced with the loss of the examination, the split of friendship, let me feel lonely. And you, always careful to enlighten me. : "'There is no such thing as an unending banquet.' This separation is for a better encounter next time." You are so understanding, so that I understand that this separation means a better grasp of the joy of the next reunion.
Without realizing it, a strong mother's love has long permeated every bit of my life, and you have used that pair of ordinary hands to hold up a blue sky for me.
People often say that the world's greatest love is the mother's love indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless, is great, I respect my mother, my mother understands me, and it is this heartfelt respect and valuable understanding, to produce this wonderful love
People often say that the world's greatest love is the mother's love. Indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless and great, I respect my mother, my mother understands me, it is this heartfelt respect and valuable understanding that produces this wonderful love.
My mom is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes, she is really a great character. I remember when I was in elementary school, my math scores have not been very good. Every time I took a test, it was the math that gave me a leg up. Every time I looked at the exam paper, I could not help but cry, and sometimes I even despaired that God had destined me not to get into an ideal university. But once, when I was in the same despair, my mother gently came to my side and said, "Son, don't be sad, cheer up, a really strong person will not be defeated by temporary setbacks and difficulties." I looked up at my mom's encouraging and loving eyes, and I regained my confidence. Since then, my mother took two hours out of her busy schedule every day to tutor me in math ...... Another exam, I scored 98 points in math, the first in the class! When I showed the exam paper to my mom, I could clearly see that her eyes were filled with tears of excitement. In this way, I and my mom looked at each other, at this time the speechlessness is better than all the words. I know that my mom understands every bit of what I feel in my heart.
"Mom is so nice!" I often say this in my heart, in fact, I'm not the only one who says so, people who know mom say she is a good and honorable teacher. I clearly remember, last year, close to the midterm exams shortly before the night, I was woken up from sleep by a bright light. "It must be mom who's not sleeping again." I looked at my watch again and couldn't help but be shocked, it was a quarter to three. I got up and got out of bed and walked over to my mom to see that she was still preparing the syllabus for the students. I really felt sorry for my mom and admired her for her persistent dedication.
Ah, how hard mom works, how hard teachers work! I felt emotion in my heart for a long time. I respect my mom even more, she makes me know a lot, understand a lot, she gives me warm care, give me infinite love.
If possible, I really want to send all the good wishes in the world to my mom, to all the moms, to all the teachers. That is a piece of my sincere heart, a piece of the sincere heart of being a son or daughter. I use it to return to my mother, to return to my mother's love, to return to this deep, beautiful love, to return to this selfless, the world's greatest mother's love!
Mother's love is boundless
Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blowing red flowers, spring rain also quietly wet green leaves, vibrant we are like that red flowers and green leaves as vivid as the same vitality, and who has ever thought of who did that spring breeze and spring rain quietly moisturize us? When we hurriedly get up from bed in the morning, who has already made a delicious breakfast for us? When we put on our backpacks and rush out of the door, whose figure is hovering in front of the window looking? When we return to the farm with a tired body, who has already boiled the bath water for us? When we study and pick the lamp to read late into the night, and who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so much and so much without asking for a little return? It's mom.
From childhood to adulthood, mom has been the closest and most loving person beside us, asking for warmth, knowing cold and hot. In we still can not clearly express ??? mom tirelessly teach us to learn to speak; when we are not capable of protecting themselves, mom righteously with that great selfless love for us to protect the wind and rain; when we think we have been long to get rid of her shelter, mom is not worried about silently watching us; when we are happy, mom looked at us with a bright smile; when we are sad, mom knows that she knows that she has to get rid of her shelter. When we are sad, mom knows that he can not help what help but still accompanied us with sadness ...... mom for us to do has been too much, but she has never asked for any return, this is a kind of how broad and how selfless love ah! From ancient times to the present, how many writers and writers try to render the greatness of Feng mother's love, it gives us how many things can not be forgotten, we get from there is far more than pay more, learned tolerance, learned to understand, learned to learn the breadth and breadth of learning for the sake of others, but we have been for the mother to do what? Do we just accept our mom's gratuitous love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful month of May has quietly come around, the air is full of fragrant breath, in this warm season, May is the eternal theme of Mother's Day, in this ordinary and special meaning of the day, we should do something for mom?
Mother does not want gorgeous expensive jewelry, do not want the value of the gift, the best gift to mother is our own, perhaps yesterday, a branch of the first leaf buds of carnations, a clean and tidy tablecloth, a pure and innocent smile, will let the mother doubly gratified. Because - the child has grown up, know how to love mom. This is to tell mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, the beautiful Mother's Day, but for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day, so let's embrace his mother with the most tender mood and tell her: "Mom, I love you."
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Respondent: beloved by zz - probationary period 1st level 3- 9 13:31
Today is Women's Day, and I'd like to help my mom do a few things to make it a happy holiday.
At noon, I came home and found that the table was already full of delicious food, but I couldn't see my mom. Suddenly, I heard a sound of washing clothes and went to the laundry table to see that my mom was washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go eat, I'll do the washing. Because today is your holiday, I want to make you happy." "Can you?" Mom asked with a smile. "Yes," I said. Mom half-heartedly went off to eat.
I picked up my sleeves, took out a shirt, soaked it in water, then put soap on it and rubbed it hard. I rubbed and rubbed, my hands are rubbing red, but there is still a little bit of oil on the clothes did not rub clean. I had to use a brush to shuffle, shuffle and then wash the clothes with water. I washed a few pieces of clothing, mom came, watching me work hard, mom smiled, smiled so happy, so gratified.
In the evening, I helped my mom to wash the dishes again, and I put the dishes in a neat and tidy way. Mom smiled and said, "So this is Yao Yao's holiday 'gift' to me!"
Today I was a little more tired than usual, but I was very happy because I made the holiday a happy one for my mom.
An unforgettable day--Dedicated to my mother on March 8 Women's Day
March 5, 2004, was the most unforgettable day for me. At noon, we ate early and my mom carried me on her bicycle to the street. I was so happy because my mom took me to choose a brush and ink, which I had been looking forward to for a long time.
We came to the town, carefully selected, mom a moment to look at this, a moment to see that; a moment to pay attention to the nib, a moment of water to moisten the brush, with the tip of the brush in the hand clockwise rotation, I was wondering, mom told me, this method is mainly used to check the quality of the bristles, if the bristles appear to be forked when rotating, it will be not good to use. I was so excited because I learned how to choose a brush.
My mom and I sorted out the pens and put them in the blue on the front of the bike, and I sat on my mom's back, with my arms around her waist, humming a cheerful song as we headed home ......
On the way home, an unexpected thing happened. Going downhill, the front wheel of my mom's bike tripped over a rock, only to hear my mom scream, "No good!" My mom and I rolled onto the road covered with slag, in order to protect me from the bike crushing me, my mom was in a hurry and pushed the bike outward, her other hand wrapped around me, I slipped off my mom's back. When I got up from the ground, I realized that my mom was still lying on the ground, without saying a word, maybe it hurt too much, maybe my mom didn't want me to be scared, my mom tightly covered her forehead with her hand, and the blood was still dipping out from her fingers, I was scared and anxiously called out, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" After a while, mom raised her head, looked at me, and whispered, "It's nothing, be brave, mom will rest a little longer." I was so nervous that my tears were about to fall out, there was no one around, I said to my mom, I'll go back and call my grandma, and with that, I ran forward. Just ran not far, my mom called me, "son, don't go back, you're in a hurry and scared on the road, there are a lot of vehicles, what if they hit you? Dad, grandpa are not at home, your grandmother's feet are not convenient, a rush, that's not good!"
I looked at my mom's pained and anxious expression, and that was all. After my mom rested for a while, I helped her pick up her bike and walked slowly on the way home. When I arrived home, I went to call the chief of surgery at the hospital, Uncle Zhang. When I came home with Uncle Zhang, I saw my mom looking in the mirror to clean her wound. By the time my mom went to the hospital to have her wound stitched up, it was nighttime.
Looking back on this day is unforgettable! Although the ink had been spilled on the floor, I understood from my mother's calm eyes what bravery is, what decisiveness is, what calmness is, and what great mother's love is!
Mom, I love you in my own way
My mother is a typical oriental woman, intelligent, virtuous, for the family, for her husband, for her daughter willing to give everything, she put all her energy on family building. But I am not a good child in the traditional sense, since childhood I have not been willing to blindly obey the claims of parents, I always insist on their own principles, I always want to go their own way. Because I have always believed that more often than not, my parents and I are equal, I hope they can respect me. Although this I and my mother often conflict, but she with motherly tolerance eventually accepted my "harsh" requirements. I may not be able to fulfill the traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.
I think it is the greatest wish of parents for their children to be truly happy and to be able to live independently. Although it makes them happy to live according to their wishes for a while, if they can't be truly happy themselves, they will still feel sorry for me in the long run. That's why even though I often give my mom a headache, I still have to go my own way. It may be painful at first, but when I succeed, my mother is happier than anyone else, knowing that her child has really grown up.
Mother is a dexterous person, what household chores are difficult to defeat her, cooking is even more first-class. Unfortunately, this daughter of mine has not inherited a bit of this gene. When I was a child. I have also tried to learn a variety of women's red, such as what knitting, embroidery, sewing, etc., I guarantee that I every time very attentively to learn, but the results every time to help my mother to clean up the tragedy. After countless failures, my mom finally gave up her desire to train me to inherit her mantle.
I wish I could knit a sweater for my mom, but I can't even knit a rag; I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mom's shirt, but it's a pity that I would only break my own fingers; I wish I could sew a skirt for my mom, but it's a pity that the skirt ended up being a rag; I wish I could cook for my mom and make her a delicious meal, but it's a pity that I don't know how to cook gruel. I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter, I can't think of other capable daughters to help my mother do housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make face wash, hand cream and face cream for my mother, hoping that the years will not take away her beauty, and that the hard work will not make her hands dry and cracked. Maybe I do not have those brand-name good, but my heart mom feel, my efforts mom understand. Holding my mom's no longer rough hand, thinking about what she has done for me, I feel that I have done too little.
While my mom will not see this article, but I still love my mom in my own way, although I will not express, but my love mom can feel, although I can do very little for my mom, but every piece is sincere.
Mom, I love you
From the time I remember, I grew up in the sound of my mother's words. At that time, my mother was young and capable, or a hundred miles around the great beauty, in order to serve Confucius as a saint of that era, next door to Grandma's house is a private school school that reads the words of the also carry on the words of a private school, the enlightenment is not low, my mother actually learns through the walls of the art of reading four years in a private school, the teacher is that the full of talent of the big brother. A woman in the countryside, can read and write, poetry and composition, which at that time can be regarded as a remarkable and enviable thing. ...", therefore, since I was a child, I have been babbling indistinctly, learning to say: since ancient times, the red face of many thin life sigh. From the young and uneducated to gradually grow up, began to understand some of the mother's inner loneliness and misery, a kind of hazy mother and child sentiment, so that I became a mother's faithful audience.
With my sister and I slowly grew up, my mother's face began to show a bright and quiet smile, in which I saw a woman's confidence, that is the light of hope of motherly love, replacing the eyes of the foggy melancholy, my mother is no longer the spring nights and autumn rains sentimental sighs, but under the lights, while supervising my sister and me to memorize and do the study problems, while the flying needle and thread for his daughter to weave new clothes, shoes and hats, mouth constantly to us! Shoes and hats, mouth constantly tell us the story of the ancients to study hard to achieve success, she put all the hope in us. At that time, my mother was like a new person, my father's reticence achieved my mother's eloquence, no matter where I went, my mother's ability and eloquence always impressed people, neighbors and townspeople for her reputation, but my mother was proud of us, she wanted to train us to excel, to show that she can do it. And my sister and I did not feel oppressed in front of this heavy mother's love, as if breaking the ground and dialing section of the spring bamboo shoots, a state of natural vitality.
Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms, but also good at employing people, I remember that she more than once told us the story of Kong Ming tearfully chopped off Ma Su, so my sister in her strict teaching and guidance, winter practice four nine, summer pain three volts, finally became a well-known women's craftsmen, probably is now out of the hall into the kitchen of the kind of it, the local family of prestige to marry my sister as a matter of pride. And I, with the upgrade of the school, my mother gradually overwhelmed, in front of those mathematics, science and chemistry exercises, she can no longer like the elementary school tutoring so comfortable. But my mother will use the story of the ancients to spur me on how to head hanging beams, cones and stocks, those poor no money to Beijing to catch the examination of the scholar, finally point in the first place in the story of the top scholar surprisingly I remember in the bottom of my heart, young dreams want to be Meng Lijun. As a mother's daughter, how dare she not be excellent. Perhaps, it is the mother knows the way to employ people, not like Kong Ming, wait until the pain of losing the street pavilion and then tearfully cut the love has been too late.
Mother has a big heart, generous, I see love in the mother's heart sublimation, she is no longer in the narrow love in the bitter wandering, this love to a deeper and broader place to go: in that no son is not the era of the uncle insisted on the second brother to my family, the mother did hesitate for a while, she is not afraid of suffering, but to raise a child is easy to raise a talent is very difficult, finally the mother accepted this It is difficult, finally mother or accept this and my family have blood and affection for the younger brother, promised, the mother will never be ambiguous, affectionate teaching, looking forward to the son to become a success, as has been out, strong mother is not going to let the neighbors say long, she also want to let the younger brother and I, read the same number of books, by the same education, and now, look at the outstanding outstanding younger brother, I have to applaud the mother's success. Mother is our pride, she at least in the use of this point than Kong Ming clever.
Winter and spring, a few times the wind and rain vicissitudes, mother finally no longer shrewd and capable of reigning supreme, she is old. The old mother began to turn from the time of the wisdom into nagging, and grow up one by one, we flew away, like the time so busy that there is not a minute and a half a second to sit down and listen to her slurred chatter.
When I went home for New Year's Eve, I was shocked to realize that my mother, really old. In the eyes of the family boredom, in the mother has disregarded the hints of the bystanders, and Gui self-talking, I sadly read out a lonely, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a kind of destiny, just like the mother came from loneliness when she was young, and now she is back to loneliness at the end of her life, my heart began to ache, and I couldn't help but fall into a deep repentance.
Oh, Mother!
How many times as a child did you carry our little bodies across the clear river on the way to school, when the river laughed and sang a song, and your face smiled so proudly and brightly, as if you were carrying a small round of the sun, walking toward the radiant future. Now you are old, accompanied by you is still that little river, just a flow of endless loneliness, silent and blank, but I can not carry you across this lonely river, a let it accompany you from the sun down to the window flow to the moon, mom, do not mention how sad my heart, but do not dare to say to you.
In your young nagging us to grow up, to become, without your nagging us and how to become, and what reason to dislike your nagging.
Mother, say it, say you young smart and capable, say you how to take the ignorant us to the temple of knowledge, say you how in the disease for children laundry cooking, and how to look forward to our into a phoenix, walking in front of people standing in front of people,......
Say it, mother, in front of the daughter. In spite of nagging a enough, can be in the mirror dialing off white hair, listening to a full head of white hair you, whispering instructions, this is what a happy thing. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is the son of the wine, your nagging is the expectations of millions of mothers all day long, your nagging is the world's most beautiful song, may every day there is your song in the ears of the soft play, may the world's children in your nagging to strive to be strong, listen to your nagging to light departure, traveled to the heart of my daughter to say a word: Mom, I love you!
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