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, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a tribute to mothers and reminds us to always remember: be grateful to our mothers.
We are grateful to our mother for giving us the experience of life; we are grateful to our mother for enabling us to thrive; we are grateful for the education and enlightenment our mother has given us, enabling us to gain knowledge and strength; 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 comprehensive expression of a person’s love, conscience, kindness, sense of responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety and no knowledge of repaying his parents who have worked so hard to raise him, no love and no respect for his teachers and classmates, what responsibility can he have for his company and his country in the future? How can a person who does not love his country, his family, or others be able to devote himself to building a bright future for his motherland?
In the advertisement, there was a touching scene of a little boy washing his mother's feet, but in real life, is this something that every child can do? "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of spring." We may sometimes miss a stranger's little care, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, dislike her nagging, or get angry over some trivial things... However, my mother will always be there. They silently supported us, patiently enlightened and educated us, and gave us support and encouragement.
Mother is as pure as jade and as exquisite as ivory carving. The life watered by maternal love brews pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, face our mother's severity sincerely, and understand our mother's sunny spiritual world...
Let us start from today, starting from being filial to our mother. , learn to be grateful! Let us remember the common birthday of all mothers in the world, wash her feet once, give her a pat on her hard-working back, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing, and a grateful smile!
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother’s Day! A bouquet of carnations and the words "Mom, thank you for your hard work" can put a bright smile on 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 usher in true growth!
Here, I would like to end by quoting a poem: 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 sake of mother’s smile and for tomorrow’s harvest, let you and I have great ambitions and not worry!
Mother, I use your strength to reach out my head
Free my trapped self
Mother, I look at your smiling face and stretch 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
Your tearful smiling eyes
Gentle the whole world
< p>After giving our mother a burst of severe pain, we cried and looked at our mother's smiling eyes. That was the first sight in our lives, and it was those eyes that kept paying attention to us until those eyes could no longer open their eyelids.The first "Mom" we called out when we were learning to speak, the heroic words we made to our mothers when we were young; the casual kiss when we were acting coquettishly when we were teenagers; the occasional kisses when we grew up. A greeting from my mother would add a few more crow's feet to the corners of my mother's smiling eyes.
Mothers are easily satisfied, giving the most and asking for the least.
I love my mother, and we should all love our mothers.
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 my mother’s edges were slowly worn away through hard work. I slowly understood in the ravine of her face.
When I was very young, as a girl, I was not pretty, I was very wild. When I got a little older, my mother started braiding my hair and dressing me in beautiful princess dresses. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to look at myself in the mirror, but every time I only look at the proud mother standing behind me in the mirror. 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. There are so many people who pamper me that my mother's love is a bit inconspicuous. I only 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 filled with tenderness.
It was the tenderness in my mother's eyes that 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 and beautiful woman." Woman!"
Later, I changed from a little princess to a big princess. I was able to comb my hair into various beautiful braids, and began to feel that the clothes my mother bought me didn’t look good. But I would still lie on my mother's legs under the warm sun and smell the familiar scent of my mother, watch my mother's seriousness when she fiddled with my hair, listen to my mother's intermittent words, and rest my head on my mother's soft thighs. There is an indescribable 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 showed my mother the letters written by the boys, my mother still smiled at me tenderly. She stroked my head and gently told me, "You are here." There are only empty promises at this age.
" I stared into my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand what this sentence meant. But I saw some wrinkles creeping into the corners of my mother's delicate eyes on her formerly smooth forehead. I stopped showing off my good skin to my mother from then on. 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 see my mother waiting to take off my schoolbag at the entrance to the courtyard every day after school, and I could no longer hear my mother’s soft voice “I’m hungry” every day when I was most hungry. Is it broken?" I can no longer coquettishly put my hand around my mother's neck and say "GOODNIGHT!" when she comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed every day. Because I was already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week, and each time she would take away my clothes. My mother is a very clean woman. She doesn’t like to use the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with foam next to her. I sat on the edge of the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared with my roommates the meals my mother had carefully prepared for me. My roommates were chirping in envy
, and my mother also asked me to change into clothes during the holiday tomorrow. Take it home. Unfortunately, I found a hair in the dish, which had 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 turn red instantly and murmured to myself, "I'm so careless, I'm so careless..." I She 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 couldn't let my mother see my red eyes, because I felt very distressed when I saw my mother's somewhat cloudy eyes. If my mother saw my red eyes, she would be 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 continued to play with my bubble. As I was playing, I suddenly noticed beads of sweat oozing out from my mother's forehead. My mother's back became more and more bent, her hand movements became slower and weaker, but she still smiled and spoke softly. After that incident, I never wanted to take the clothes I changed home again. Every time I face my mother's anger, I always raise the corners of my mouth mischievously and say, "I've grown up!" However, I didn't say the last sentence, that is, "You're old."
Later, I am almost going to college as I sit here, and my mother comes to take me home every day for my health. Compared with other classmates, I have better food, guaranteed sleep, and a worry-free life. People who meet me think that I am just a junior high school student. I am not upset about my naivety, because I understand that my ability to live a simple life is my mother's. A little gray hair, new wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and even faint spots are what I'm looking forward to
. Although my mother's vision is very different from mine, I still coquettishly ask my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes... because I like to see my mother's smiling face with a sense of accomplishment. My mother once said, "Mom likes you to be pretty!"...
My mother taught me all the good hospitality etiquette since I was a child, sitting posture, standing posture...even the posture of holding chopsticks. My classmates think that 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!
The teeth are also old, and she can no longer chew her food as gently and slowly as she taught me to eat without showing her teeth; the ears are also old, and she is afraid that others will not hear her, so she can no longer She speaks 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 will not blame her, I will only I took 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 are always two mirrors in my mind. On one side, my mother is standing behind me, looking proudly at my good daughter in the mirror, who is wearing a beautiful princess dress
and with braids; on the other side, my mother is standing in front of me, looking at her with happiness. Looking at her daughter in the mirror who is taller than her but still pouting mischievously.
Mother, I stepped out by your moonlight
Through the undulating sea of ??time
Mother, I looked at your face Laugh out loud
Tell yourself the eternal belief
...
I love my mother
I will always love my mother.
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In my wallet I carry an old black and white photo of one and a half inches. In the photo, a young girl stands among flowers. She was wearing a pair of sandals, a floral skirt, and a light-colored top with these ordinary sandals. He also wears a pair of glasses with round lenses. Two braids hang down to the back shoulders. There was a bright and satisfied smile on her face, she looked so beautiful, so pure and charming. The person in the photo is my mother.
This is a photo of her and her father before they got married. When I saw this photo for the first time, I said childishly: "This person is so beautiful, I wonder who he is?" Dad smiled and said: "This is your mother." I was thirteen years old at that time, and I still Not entirely sensible. I compared the photo with the mother in front of me and found that my mother had really changed. But I wasn't surprised because I knew my mother was a patient. A strong patient who has been fighting the disease for a long time.
I want to say that my family was very poor when I was a child, but few people seem to believe me. Because most of the people who say this are our elders, or perhaps families in rural mountainous areas. But this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we two sisters are not without enough food and clothing. It’s just that I never had any extra money. I would only replace a piece of clothing until it was worn out. I would only buy a new schoolbag after using it until it could no longer be used. From elementary school to junior high school, I only used three pencil cases. At that time, my father still had one. We are very happy. When he was a child, he didn’t even have a pencil case when he went to school.
However, in such a family, mother still gives us a happy childhood. She never hit us, and she occasionally scolded us when we were particularly disobedient. But not once were we wronged. She would scold, but that kind of scolding would be 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 she was in a better mood, she would do handicrafts to support the family, or knit sweaters for us.
At that time, the family's expenses depended only on my father's salary. My sister and I are still young. The 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 are 20 ducks in a pack, and the wages per pack are only 15 cents. Each duck has to go through a number of troublesome processes: it needs to be equipped with two wings, two duck feet, a duck's beak, a whistle in its beak, and an air balloon in front of the whistle. Before putting the balloons on, you have to 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 to complete it. Repeat the sample to make 20 ducks, then put these 20 ducks into a film bag, and staple three nails to the mouth of the bag. All this for only fifteen cents. But my mother did it very well. As long as she can help make up the household income, she will endure no matter how hard it is. Dad will also come to help when he has time. After we finish our homework, we do it together. The whole family gathered around a pile of plastic and started working together. Now that I think about it, it was quite fun. I just didn’t feel that way at the time.
When I was a child, my mother knitted the sweaters my family used to protect themselves from the cold in the harsh winter. Every day when she gets better, she tries to find time to knit a sweater. Dad’s long-sleeved white cardigan, my sister and I’s waistcoats, and blue and white long-sleeved sweaters. When I was a child, I was afraid of the cold. When winter came, I wore several sweaters from the inside out, all of which were made by my mother. I remember one time, I saw my mother knitting a sweater. I found that the wool looked 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 for me. I was very surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" My mother said softly: "I can't afford it now. I can wear it later." After a while, she sighed and said, "I can wear it now." The only thing I can do is this. When I am gone in the future, you must know the cold and the warm, and don't freeze." I was still young at that time, and I could only vaguely hear the implication, but I didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, the sweater my mother knitted at that time would become 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 thousands of emotions surged in my heart...
My mother only studied in the third grade of elementary school. Speaking of these three years of education, there is another reason. At that time, my grandparents’ family was poor and girls had no chance to study. Grandpa and grandma are busy outside all day long, and they only have enough food and clothing for the family. My mother has been responsible for taking care of my younger brother since he was a child. In a blink of an eye, it was time for my uncle to study. My uncle was very timid when he was a child. 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 my uncle to go to school, the school decided to let the two of them go to school together, and only charge the tuition of one person. In this way, my mother would have the opportunity to go to school. My mother cherishes this learning opportunity. But later, when my uncle decided to go to school, the school no longer agreed to give them half 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 to buy a weekend illustrated magazine on Saturdays. After dinner, I watched it with my mother. My sister and I couldn't understand it, so we could only look at the pictures and make guesses, but we began to have a desire to read and learn in our hearts. This is the influence our parents have 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 would tell my sister and me about it after dinner, when she felt better. 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, and I don’t recognize it. My mother 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 loves to read books. In my memory, my mother holds a book. The figure you see is so profound. My mother told me many stories about the Three Kingdoms, such as borrowing arrows from a straw boat, the serial strategy, the empty city strategy, the Battle of Chibi, etc. She only has three years of primary 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 dumb teacher. "I am curious, "Mute teacher? Who is the dumb teacher?" My mother raised the dictionary in her hand, "The dumb teacher is her. When I don't understand, I will ask her. She will tell me the answer. "Oh!" From then on, I understood that the dictionary is a mute teacher, a teacher who cannot speak. Later I discovered that when my mother was reading, her mute teacher was often beside her. She also often humbly "asks for advice" from her teachers.
It was my mother’s serious study that influenced me and made me like reading and writing since I was a child. While I miss my mother, I am really grateful to her. For mother's love, the word "gratitude" is too light. Mother's love is like a lamp, illuminating the journey of my life; mother's love is like water, nourishing the heart of my life.
There is a family photo in the album, the only one. I remember it was during the Chinese New Year, and the family was very happy, dressed up and went out 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 are sitting, and my sister is standing on either side. The mother is wearing light blue clothes and the father is wearing a light yellow suit. The tan clothes my sister and I wore were sewn by my mother herself. At that time, zipper tops were still a new trend. My mother took great pains and asked a friend who made clothes to get these two long zippers from nowhere. She spent a long time and made them in time before the Spring Festival. My sister and I couldn't be more happy at that time. I don't know how proud I am to wear it.
After the photo was 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 quip sounded uncomfortable to our ears. My mother always hoped to have the opportunity to take another photo. But it never came to fruition. The reality is always so cruel. Just nine years after this photo was taken, my mother finally became seriously ill.
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 various illnesses. She knew that she would die soon, so she always warned me earnestly: "My child, you should be more peaceful and don't look at things too extreme." "My child, you should think carefully before you speak out your words to avoid offending others." "My child, you have to Know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world. "...I know that the person she worries about the most is me. I have a strong self-esteem, and I am self-righteous, but I still like to be in the limelight. There is also the sister who is honest and obedient but dare not speak out. Many years later, when I repeatedly encountered difficulties in interpersonal relationships, I recalled my mother’s words and suddenly realized how far-sighted my mother was and how she had predicted my habits. At that moment, I burst into tears. My mother left, but her love still continues to this day.
I clearly remember that afternoon, the doctor came out of the room, shook his head at my father and said: "It's useless. It seems that I won't survive tonight. Inform relatives and friends, and those who can come will come." Come on!" When my sister heard this, she cried immediately. Dad frowned and didn't relax for several months. That day, many relatives came to the house, but they were always quiet. My mother could no longer speak at that time, and her eyes moved slightly, looking at all of us. I still 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 a lot of reluctance, nostalgia, helplessness, regret, concern, and hope... My mother left at around one in the morning. 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. I endured it all night. There was no telephone at home at that time. At dawn, I rode my bicycle to go to my aunt's house to report the news, but I couldn't reach my aunt's house after walking around for a whole hour. At that time, my mood was as messy and directionless as the road under my feet. I didn’t know where I was going. I remember that more than ten days later, during the school midterm exam, I took seven subjects and my average score failed! The least one actually scored 18 points. I received my scores that day and was walking home in confusion. I saw a mother and daughter walking and laughing on the road. I was fascinated and couldn't understand why I didn't have such an opportunity since I was a child. I couldn't figure it out. Why did my mother leave me so early? I don’t understand why God treats me like this. There are so many things I can't figure out.
I lost my mother in this way, and I buried my mother deeply in the deepest part of my heart.
Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how 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. Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like the furnace in winter, giving you a heart-warming sunshine in the harsh winter. . Among all the children in the world, who wouldn’t feel extremely sad when looking at their mother with gray hair on her temples? The love my mother gave me is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. In a daze, 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, when was the day in my life when my mother was 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 the breath of warmth and love. One time we had a shot at school and I fainted with blood. It was noon at that time. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word and without even eating lunch. She 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, my mouth was watering before I even ate. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece with fewer seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the melon flesh is not very sweet. But maternal love can be harsh sometimes. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn’t want to scold 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 their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love. Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just as "Wandering Son Yin" said: "Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.