When we croak, there will be a great selfless love lingering around us. Yes, that is the love of a mother. A mother gives us all her love and devotion generously and cares for us without fail.　<

When we croak, there will be a great selfless love lingering around us. Yes, that is the love of a mother. A mother gives us all her love and devotion generously and cares for us without fail.　

"Who says an inch of grass heart, reward three spring sunshine". This great line of praise for mothers, which has been passed down through the ages, has given me a deep inspiration. Yes, the mother with her most simple love to care for us, nursing us to grow up, but do not count the return. A mother's love cannot be measured by worldly money. In fact, having a mother's love is better than having a gold mountain and silver mine and all the wealth of the world.　

Mother's love is the wind in the spring, gently blowing the child's face, make people happy; mother's love is the rain in the summer, moistening the thirst of us, give us the power of life and hope; mother's love is the sunset in the fall, in the last moment will also contribute to a little bit of heat, warmth of the earth; mother's love is the furnace in the midst of winter, and do their best to release their own energy, to help people get through a spring-like winter.　

Mother's love is like a cup of coffee, when you start to taste it, you don't think there is any special flavor, when you drink it to the second mouth, it is a little bit bitter, until the end of the sweetness of it. This cup of bitter sweet coffee is the mother of the world's unique love for us, this love is expressed in the mother's words and deeds, whether it is caring words, or harsh reproach ...... this is the embodiment of the mother's love. However, over the years, I have never savored this cup of coffee, that particular bitter and sweet seems to really have no connection with me. Looking back, young, childish and naughty I let my mother worry; however, now I have become a mature understanding of the middle school students, rich in knowledge, thinking naturally have changed. I have gradually begun to share the housework for my mother, to solve the problem, initially embarked on the journey of return. This makes mom often

often feel gratified, happy. However, I know that this is only the beginning of the journey, the path is endless, I still have to go through a long life of trekking!　

The whole life of a human being is a circle of love, isn't it?

Mother's love is like spring dew, quietly moisturizing our hearts; mother's love wants to and the spring breeze, soothe our hearts; mother's love is like a flat boat, carrying us through all the difficulties. If mother's love is the blue sky, we are the sky under the free birds; if mother's love is the forest, we are the forest in the happy deer; if mother's love is the sea, then we are the water free fish. Everything we have comes from our mothers, and mother's love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world.

The sky is full of clouds, there want to rain signs, I hurried to school, just before the foot into the classroom after the foot rang "rumble rumble" of thunder, mixed with bursts of rain, one after another. Saw that the dark sky as a sprinkle of ink in general, the rain as a spring waterfall pouring down. My heart is like a bottle of five flavors, I'm glad I got there a step earlier without being drenched in the rain; and regret the mistake of not bringing an umbrella ......

Time is like running water that quietly passes by. Soon, to the end of the school time, see some students were picked up by their parents, some umbrella companion home, the heart can not help but surge a sour feeling. Dad is on a business trip, mom is in the hospital to take care of grandma, can't go. The heart is really sad to the extreme, eyes gradually some moist.

Just when I was at a loss for words, I was greeted by a figure I knew well, her mother, and her eyes unintentionally showed all kinds of doubt and surprise, but contained more joy and gratitude. On the way home, although the mother did not say too much, but, I have really felt the world's most sincere mother love.

Parents for children to send an umbrella is not earth-shattering event, just insignificant, but these are not reflected in the most selfless and sincere mother love?

That's right, the world's sweetest word, is mother; the most beautiful call is, mom; the most selfless and sincere love, is "mother love".

Mother's love - the most beautiful song in the world

You always say that I do not know what to do, and maintain that I am like a piece of white paper, in your eyes, I am a child who will never grow up.

Although I have a lot of things in mind, but do not want to say with you know, but also had a capricious exclusion of you my love for me.

Whenever I hear Zhang Han Yun's song "Mom, I love you", I can't help but cry, and then I think of my mom - an ordinary but great mother!

The impression that my mother does not love me, other children will have a lot of various styles of clothing, but my clothes are very poor; classmates exam progress, mom will give her a small gift, but I get a faint sentence "next time continue to work hard"; it rains, the campus outside the crowded parents to send umbrellas, but can not find the shadow of mom; because of a little bit of wrongdoing a little bit, I can not find my mom, and I can not find my mom, I can not find my mom. When it rained, the campus was crowded with parents giving umbrellas, but I couldn't find my mom; when I did something wrong, my mom would get angry and even physically punish me. From that moment I hated her a little, and I suspected that I was not my mother's real daughter! I had suspected that I was not my mother's biological daughter!

However, now I think about how ridiculous I was at that time.

A person's life is long, life is always in front of an unknown X, there are flowers and applause, of course, there is no shortage of bumps and bruises. 06 October day, a sudden disaster broke our originally happy family, Dad drove on the highway, due to the darkness, the line of sight is not clear, knocked down is crossing the highway of the oldest man and the oldest lady, the oldest man was only a little bit of skin injury, while the oldest lady but a little bit of skin. The old man only suffered a few superficial injuries, while the old lady died as a result of resuscitation. This was a bolt from the blue for both of our families! I know what this means to an ordinary family, the other family lost a loved one, and my family will face a huge amount of compensation, and even Dad will be sentenced to imprisonment, those days can be said to be in tears, days like years. Mom put all this in the heart, one day after lunch, she gently came to my room, touched my head and said: "Xia, you've grown up, the family you know, don't be sad, there are many people who love us to help us, we will get through it. Who doesn't have bumps and bruises in this life? Difficulties are temporary, they say 'all hands on deck', we'll be fine. In the past, mom's temper is quick, love to get angry, and even sometimes hit you and scold you, but that's also for your own good ah, these days to see your mood is very low, mom is very sad, I hope you don't get distracted by these trivial things, only you are happy, mom is happy, no matter what, mom loves you! Do you understand?" At this time, the mother has long been sobbing, I am also tired and flow full of face, what words can not say, just a strong nod, at that moment, time seems to stop, our mother and daughter's heart tightly linked together ......

For a variety of reasons, I have to live in the school, before leaving home, the first noon, I cried for a long time, not do not want to The first day before I left home, I cried for a long time. Packing things, my mother told me over and over again: "It's cold, remember to wear more clothes, can not be lazy, you should always go to the water, do not break the boiling water, take care of yourself ......" This reminds me of the "wandering child song," " The thread in the hands of the mother, the clothes on the body of the wandering son, before the line is tightly sewn, the intention is to be late to return." Mom, my daughter has grown up, you can rest assured.

After living in school, I called home every week to talk to my mom for a while, and every time I heard her excited voice and endless chatter on the other end of the phone. Now, I understand, this is not nagging, is the mother of the daughter's true love!

Home at the end of last month, suddenly found that the mother's head of white hair do not know when much more than a lot of people also emaciated a lot of people, I am well aware of the mother's hardships, in such a cold and windy winter, I sat in a warm classroom, while my mother has to run around for our *** with the home, a burst of acidity can not help but arise, weeping, tears flowing into my heart, so I want to say aloud: "Mom, I love you."

At this point, I just want to grow up and parents to work together to run the family, for the family to do my share of the duties, so that mom and dad to take a break, so that they know that the daughter really grew up.

Mother's love - the most beautiful song in the world!

"The ancient cloud of a hundred good filial piety first", the young us grow up day by day, the painstaking to raise us up mother but day by day become old .....

Perhaps we have not realized that the mother who has done so much for us has not complained at all. And we are wasting time day after day, can not think, mother, what is the reason for her late home every night? Maybe we think she is eating, drinking, playing and hanging out in the market. But who would have thought that she, our great mother, works every night under the moonlight and weak light to earn money for us, for what? It's all so that we can have a good life! Don't want us to go back to the kind of hard life they used to live, want us to have enough to eat, wear warm, study well, and have a good future. Perhaps every Mother's Day you will ask your mother what she wants, but our mothers answer every time; children ah! You study well, so that mom does not worry about you on the line.

Perhaps the children who understand the heart of the mother will have a little touch in their hearts! Mom, they only need us not to let her labor on the satisfaction, in our view on this little insignificant requirements, very easy and simple. However, which time we really did, every time the report card is sent down only to make the mother sigh. Did they do everything for nothing? No, not in their eyes, they believe their children will return the favor. Students, feel your heart! Think of the mothers who work for us day and night, think of the mothers who work for us, think of the situations in which they work every day and night. .... Do we bring them a cup of strong coffee, a warm word, a basin of foot-washing water when they get off work .... Do we know their birthdays, do we say a blessing to them on their birthdays!

Love, the world everywhere, everywhere there, but, and which is better than a mother's love! Mother's love is pure, is great, is selfless, is unparalleled love.

Along with my strong growth, give me the joy of who is; can for me to labor, who is the people who work hard; despite the danger of their own lives, sacrifice their lives to save me and who is?

Open my colorful memory treasure trove, found that there is a thing that can make you will tear like rain. It was one day at dusk, the red hot red sunset to the sky reflected extraordinarily dazzling. I was still young and I was so excited to get to Tien Ngau Square that I ran as fast as I could, not realizing that there was a taxi behind me. At that moment, the taxi was coming towards me, and I was about to get hurt when my mom rushed over and shouted, "Baby, baby! and hurriedly stopped the taxi with her hand. At that moment, I looked at my mother's tiny arms, and my heart was filled with infinite gratitude, and I felt that my mother's strength at that moment could not even catch up with the giants, and that this strength was infinite love and infinite longing for me. I jumped over, grabbed my mom, fell into her arms and cried, at this time, I saw a face crying with joy, a face blurred with tears, a face full of excitement. That scene, is my whole life is difficult to forget.

There is another thing that I remember very well. That day, it was pouring rain. I did not bring an umbrella, looking at the other children's parents received their children and went home together, I thought: mom came? Just when I didn't know what to do, my mom magically descended in front of me, but she only had an umbrella, for me, my mom didn't have an umbrella, her petite body was especially conspicuous in the rain. After returning home, my mother coughed non-stop, has been a high fever, I cried out: "Mom, it's all my bad, it's all my bad, I'm wrong, I'm wrong ......" Mom stroked my forehead, gently said: "Children, you're not right! , you are innocent, it is mom's own fault ah!" Mom finished and went to sleep. But I was thinking a lot of thoughts:Mom for me to protect the wind and rain, work hard, I usually do not listen to her, is it mom just left, she wants to lighten the life? I was afraid of what happened to my mother, the more I think the more afraid, could not help but cry, I then realized that my mother is beside me is my blessing, have a mother's love of people how happy, I should filial piety to her is.

The line in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son, the line is tightly sewn, fearing that it will be late to return. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The mother's love, so silently revealed, will never be exposed.

Mom's hand

Outside the window, the cold wind is accompanied by fallen leaves; between the window slits, the cold wind blows in by a thread; next to the window, I am applying moisturizing lotion to my hand to resist drying and bursting. Suddenly I saw a middle-aged woman downstairs, rubbing her hands continuously in the cold wind, and I couldn't help but think of my mother's hands.

When I was a kid, I always loved to hold my mom's hand. Every time I went shopping with my mom, I would hold her hand tightly. Because as long as I follow my mom, I will meet a lot of fun. Whenever I went shopping with my mom, I would hold her hand when I saw something delicious or new and asked her to buy this or that for me. If my mom said no, I would pull her hand more tightly, pampering her, looking at her with longing and pity, and she could not help me.

When I was little, every time I held my mom's hand, there was always a feeling of security, warmth and joy in my heart.

Along with my growth, holding my mother's hand, seems to no longer appear; mom's hand is gradually rough and old .......

In the three years of junior high school, my mom's hand has been by my side, accompanying me and helping me ...... Every time I come home, just need me to put down the schoolbag, and then pick up the rice bowl can eat; every time after the bath, just need me to put the clothes on the shelf, it can be; every time I finish homework, I just need to draft paper or books randomly scattered on the table, it can be; every time I wake up to sleep, just need to be casually thrown to one side of the quilt and then throw the pajamas on the bed, it can be; every time, I ....... In this way, the three years of junior high school I merely moved for my study outside, it seems that other things, I don't need to personally worry about. Because, every thing has mom's hand behind me for me to take care of.

Today, however, mom's hands are no longer so flexible. As mom's minor illnesses over the years piled up together and triggered a major attack on her physical ailments. Mom's hands are always going numb irregularly for some reason, and sometimes, the hands seem to have no feeling at all. When she did her work, her hands would constantly tremble. Sometimes, she didn't even have the strength to pick up the dishes. Every time I came home, when I saw my mom's hand twitching, I would strain to pump her hand and keep slapping her palm until she could feel her hand. And my heart kept fluttering.

Now I am in school accommodation. In school, every time I eat, I have to go to the line by myself to play rice, after eating, I have to wash it clean by myself; every time I take a bath, I have to wash my clothes by myself, even if the weather is very cold, the water is like ice, I have to wash the clothes by hand myself; every time I finish my homework, I know how to clean up by myself; every time I wake up from bed, I know how to fold the quilt and put my pajamas ...... I've learned to do every thing myself.

But even though I've learned these things and done them, my mom's hands will never be the same again. ...... Just like the three years I spent in middle school, there will never be another middle school in my life. ......

Thinking of this, my eyes reddened and tears slid down my cheeks, turning into another icy spring in the winter, cold and clear.

Mom's hand through the vicissitudes of life, through the years, has become unbearable to drive. However, still so warm, safe ......

Mom, in the future, let me hold your hand, let me come to your laundry, for you to cook, for you to fold the quilt, for you to do everything you once did for me! ( ⊙ o ⊙ ) ah!

I learned to value time

There are times when one always hears people chiding about not valuing time and thus always thinking that there is not enough time. It was that one experience that made me slowly start to value time.

That one time, let my feelings are very deep. At that time, there was an exam approaching, students are desperately reviewing, as the enemy and the war; but I was at ease playing, while watching the students hard to review, while thinking: alas! Why do you have to work so hard? It's just an ordinary exam. It's hard not to look at it before the exam and get a hundred points. Waiting for the test, the students are all brush brush to pick up the pen to write, but I was sitting there holding the pen a hard daze. Because I did not study before, so for me, these questions are just like a book. Then look at other students, some in meditation, some still keep writing, which creates a lot of pressure on me, finally at the end of the time, I also barely do some hard. Since it was just after the exam, the students were still discussing in high spirits, looking at them with a cheering look, my heart was like a knife. At that moment, my classmate ran to me excitedly and said, "Hey, look at you hanging your head, how did you do? You know, I seem to have gotten quite a few right this time yay." As soon as she said it, she hooked my heart: "Hmph! So what? It's just a test. If I had the time to study before, I might be even better than you." When I said this, immediately met with her rebuttal: "You still say it, we are all in the revision, but you are lazy, how can there be no time? Time is squeezed out by people little by little, not that you say you have it, not that you don't have it. As long as you know how to utilize every second, you can succeed." I was momentarily refuted by her speechless, indeed, whenever I want to seriously review, my mind moves restlessly, often halfway. In fact, a person's life is very short, and there is not much time, but some people can be outstanding because they grasp the time. Some people waste time, time will become very long, Shakespeare said: "Abandon the man of time, time will abandon him." That's exactly what was said, isn't it? So we must cherish our time now, is to cherish our life.

Time, it is people's lives in a hurry to pass by, often in our unawareness, he went quietly, without leaving a trace. People often in his passing, only gradually realized that the time left for their own has very little left. It is precisely for this reason that there is a sigh of the ancients: young people do not work hard, the old man is sad.

Time passes without a trace, go fast, come fast. And whether you can grasp the time, do the master of the time often determines the fate of a person's life. Tao Yuanming said: the prime of life is not repeated, one day is difficult to morning. Timely when encouragement, the years do not wait for people. Life is short, dozens of autumn, want in such a short period of time, success, climbed to the peak of life, how easy it is. It is precisely for this reason that cherishing time is exceptionally important. Every successful person often has a story behind the treasure of time.

We should cherish the time, I do not only believe in the successful people said, I myself also y experience. In my small time, is because I do not know how to cherish time, so every morning when I get up, always with a variety of sayings to convince themselves to sleep a little more, which makes me late for school every day, not only by the teacher's criticism, but also so that I lost a lot of time to read early in the morning, the morning is the best time for a person's memory is the best time, but also a person's spiritual condition, this time I missed, the rest of the time in the read on the 5 hours is not as good as the time to read in the morning. The rest of the time I spent reading for 5 hours was not as good as the 30 minutes I spent reading in the morning! Later I did a test, I read seriously in the morning reading reading is indeed more than I remember after school time, remember accurate. I sleep just a moment of comfort, and I read early not only for my whole life is beneficial, but also let me develop a good habit of waking up early and going to bed early. As long as my door learn to use and cherish time, although in an hour to cherish a minute is useful, you think ah, a minute really can not do anything, but 10 hours that there are 10 minutes, 100 hours there are 100 minutes ah, the cherish 100 minutes can do how many things ah!

So cherish the time, cherish the time, that is, cherish life. Make full use of every minute and every second that fate gives us. Don't be a slave of time, be the master of time. At that time, let this a rush through time, forever accompanied by you and me!

Zhuge Liang is a very remarkable character, the word Kongming, Nanyang people, known as "Crouching Dragon". After Liu Bei's "three visits to his cottage", he assisted Liu Bei in his southern and northern campaigns, and made great achievements in battle. In 234 AD, Zhuge Liang died at the age of 54.

Zhuge Liang occupies such a big place in my heart because he was a resourceful and genius military man. The "burning of Bowangpo", "borrowing arrows from a straw boat", "seven captures of Mengwu" and "the empty city plan", etc., fully display His great wisdom and courage. He knew his enemy and himself, and was bold and decisive in using troops, good at discovering the weaknesses of enemy generals and attacking them unawares. According to the natural phenomenon, he skillfully used the foggy day, "borrowing arrows in a straw boat" is his successful example. He also utilized Sima Yi's suspicion and used the "empty city trick" to scare off the Wei troops chasing after the Shu soldiers.

Zhuge Liang was not only a genius military man, but also a great inventor. He invented the foot-powered waterwheel in order to make it easier for farmers to irrigate their farmland. He also invented the "wooden oxen and horses" to solve the problem of transportation of military rations. It is said that the belly of the wooden ox is loaded with grain and grass, and when the tongue is twisted, it will move or stop.

Zhuge Liang is also an outstanding politician. He "was in a hut" to know "three worlds", so that Liu Bei can have a place to stay. His strategy of "linking Wu and attacking Wei" led to the success of the Shu soldiers. He adopted the policy of "comforting the people" to make the state of Shu strong step by step.

Zhuge Liang was an outstanding writer. When Liu Bei was visiting his cottage, he heard a farmer sing a song written by Zhuge Liang. Unfortunately, very few of his works have survived.

Zhuge Liang, the outstanding achievements of the military, inventors, politicians and literati, in China and even the world history has left a glorious page, this is not worthy of our admiration

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