I remember when I was a child, my favorite song was "Only Mom is Good in the World", and the most frequently recited poem was "Wandering Son". At that time, I always stubbornly believed that maternal love must be so gentle and meticulous.
Therefore, when I fall, I will cry without hesitation and wait for my mother's help; When I encounter difficulties, I will look at my mother with helpless eyes and wait for her help; When I learn to skate, I always want my mother to give me a hand ... but every time it backfires. When I fell, my mother would only say faintly, "What's the matter? Get up by yourself. " My mother won't even comfort me when I am in trouble; Skating, I took the first step independently ... whenever this happens, I always think angrily: Hum, she is so cruel to me, she must not love me. With the passage of time, this idea has been deeply rooted in my mind. So, I began to sing against my mother: she said East, I said West … even though I knew my mother was right. I always pretend that I don't care when I see my mother's disappointed expression. You don't love me anyway.
In this way, until the Spring Festival that year-
On the third day of the first month, mom and dad are going out to do something. I had to stay at home alone because I ate too much the night before. Lying in bed, I feel groggy and have cramps in my stomach. It's really hard! I struggled out of bed, poured a glass of water and didn't drink a mouthful. "Jingle bell ..." The telephone rang in my haste, and I picked up the receiver feebly. There came my mother's voice: "Yingying, what's the matter?" "Not bad." "Drink plenty of water, can't eat. Ok, you rest. " I hung up the phone lazily and turned on the TV. About an hour later, the phone rang again, and it was still mom's. Picking up the phone, I heard the words that my mother cared about. Such a phone will ring every hour, and I will pick it up, put it down, put it down, and pick it up again ... I don't bother listening to the phone with almost the same content. Gradually, a warm current spread all over the body, and the discomfort of the body slowly disappeared.
On the bedside table, there is a picture of my mother and me. My mother hugged me with a happy smile on her face ... watching, from childhood to adulthood, my mother's concern for me emerged in front of my eyes: read me fairy tales before going to bed every night and remind me before going to school every day; Send me to learn piano, accompany me to play basketball, take me to travel ... I have excellent grades and published more than ten articles in provincial and municipal newspapers, including my mother's little sweat! I fell down, and my mother let me get up by myself, which is to learn to be strong; My mother won't help me when I am in trouble. This is to let me learn to be independent ... this is also love!
I finally understand maternal love. Motherly love is the words that inspire you when you fall, the eyes that encourage you when you encounter difficulties, and the anxious expression when you are sick. ...
The happiest thing in the world is to bathe in maternal love.
Just give me a 500-word or 600-word essay on Understanding Mother. I soon understood that maternal love is a touch of sunshine in winter, which brings infinite warmth to people. Motherly love is a beacon at sea, which means giving people the right direction; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people precious nectar; Motherly love is an umbrella in heavy rain, which brings people solid reliance ... The most beautiful voice in the world is the call of mother, and the greatest love is maternal love.
-Inscription "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." The last sentence a mother said to her three-month-old baby was full of affection and expectation for maternal love. When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the gap between the ruins, she could see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees. Some people bow down like the ancients, but their bodies have been crushed and deformed ... She used the most unconventional posture and her weak body to build a safe barrier for her children. The children were finally saved, but the mother left this world forever with endless care and attachment.
The earth is growling, but maternal love is silent.
When the disaster comes, how many mothers give up their lives without hesitation for the sake of their children, just to give them a new life.
In the face of disaster, maternal love made mothers overcome their fear of death and resolutely chose their children. They would rather give up their lives than protect their children. What a selfless decision.
How great and selfless maternal love is! Touching stories are constantly emerging. After reading many touching reports, I finally understand maternal love.
In this catastrophe, at the scene of disaster relief assistance in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, we saw mothers who gave up themselves without hesitation at the critical moment of life and death and tried their best to protect their children with their own lives. All this comes from their mother, from maternal love! Motherly love, what kind of power is this! It can transcend all pain and suffering, she can transcend life and death, it can bear all the bad luck in the world, it is the deepest, simplest, most extensive and selfless emotion! This is maternal love, brave, strong and selfless maternal love, which is enough to shock and wash away the maternal love in our hearts! Motherly love is as gentle as a willow, as warm as a spring breeze, as lingering as a drizzle, as deep as the sea, as shining as a star, as eternal as a diamond ... Motherly love is a touch of sunshine in winter, bringing infinite warmth; Motherly love is a beacon at sea, which means giving people the right direction; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people precious nectar; Mother's love is an umbrella in the heavy rain, which brings people solid dependence ... Yes, I finally understand mother's love and understand the deepest, simplest, most extensive, bravest, strongest and most selfless love in the world-what kind of mother should be mother's love?
On the day when it took 600 words to finish reading my mother's composition, I learned about maternal love. If maternal love is the sea, then I am a boat in the sea, and maternal love is boundless; If we say that maternal love is a boat, I am the person inside, and maternal love is meticulous; If my mother is a person, I am the pearl in that person's hand, and maternal love is warm.
Motherly love is so selfless that I understand the true meaning of love; Motherly love, so kind, let me appreciate the beauty of the world; Mother's love is so warm, accompanied by my healthy growth ... Today, I suddenly found another white hair on my mother's head and another wrinkle in my eyes, only to suddenly remember all my mother's efforts to me.
I remember when I was nine years old, I got an allergic disease. During my two weeks at home, my mother came home from school every day to accompany me. As soon as my grandmother cooked Chinese medicine, she gave it to her mother to feed me.
Chinese medicine is bitter. Sometimes when I don't want to eat, I spill Chinese medicine all over the floor, even all over my body.
My mother not only didn't blame me, but also kindly said to me, "Daughter, you will get better after drinking Chinese medicine." .
"In order not to make my mother sad, I crustily skin of head and drank it.
So my mother praised me for being good. Although my mouth was bitter at that time, my heart was sweet.
Now, my father and I go to the county to study. My mother comes to Binhai by bus as soon as school is over every day, and gets up at five o'clock the next day to go back to her hometown.
In this way, my mother's health is not as good as before, but my mother still cooks and washes for us every day and studies with me at night. Before going to bed, she always heats a glass of milk and puts a hot water bottle on her feet.
No matter whether it rains or blows, my mother never stops, just like a never-ending alarm clock, ticking and serving me.
How many days and nights, my mother is always so hard and tired.
But for me, I have never seen my mother complain about anything.
My mother often says to me, "study hard, son, and you will have a good job and live a happy life in the future."
"I often make up my mind to study hard, make my mother happy and repay my mother's parenting! Think about it, I feel that I have grown so big that I have never said thank you to my mother. It's better to say thank you to my mother today, so I sorted out my emotions, ran to my mother with gratitude and said to her seriously, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " Mom was shocked, but blinked and said with a smile, "As long as you study hard, no matter how hard your mother works, it will be very sweet. ".
"At that moment, I clearly saw my mother with tears in her smile.
I understand maternal love in 600 words. I remember when I was a child, my favorite song was "Only Mom is Good", and the most frequently recited poem was "Wandering Son".
At that time, I always stubbornly believed that maternal love must be so gentle and meticulous.
Therefore, when I fall, I will cry without hesitation and wait for my mother's help; When I encounter difficulties, I will look at my mother with helpless eyes and wait for her help; When I learn to skate, I always want my mother to give me a hand ... but every time it backfires.
When she fell, her mother would only say faintly, "What's the matter? Get up by yourself
"When I encounter difficulties, my mother won't even comfort me; Skating, I took the first step independently ... whenever this happens, I always think angrily: Hum, she is so cruel to me, she must not love me.
With the passage of time, this idea has been deeply rooted in my mind.
So, I began to sing against my mother: she said East, I said West … even though I knew my mother was right.
I always pretend that I don't care when I see my mother's disappointed expression.
You don't love me anyway.
In this way, until the Spring Festival that year-the third day of the first month, mom and dad had something to go out.
I had to stay at home alone because I ate too much the night before.
Lying in bed, I feel groggy and have cramps in my stomach. It's really hard! I struggled out of bed, poured a glass of water and didn't drink a mouthful.
"Jingle bell ..." The telephone rang in my haste, and I picked up the receiver feebly. There came my mother's voice: "Yingying, what's the matter?" "well.
""drink more water and don't eat.
All right, you rest.
"I hung up the phone lazily, turned on the TV and watched it.
About an hour later, the phone rang again, and it was still mom's.
Picking up the phone, I heard the words that my mother cared about.
Such a phone will ring every hour, and I will pick it up, put it down, put it down, and pick it up again ... I don't bother listening to the phone with almost the same content. Gradually, a warm current spread all over the body, and the discomfort of the body slowly disappeared.
On the bedside table, there is a picture of my mother and me. My mother hugged me with a happy smile on her face ... watching, from childhood to adulthood, my mother's concern for me emerged in front of my eyes: read me fairy tales before going to bed every night and remind me before going to school every day; Send me to learn piano, accompany me to play basketball, take me to travel ... I have excellent grades and published more than ten articles in provincial and municipal newspapers, including my mother's little sweat! I fell down, and my mother let me get up by myself, which is to learn to be strong; My mother won't help me when I am in trouble. This is to let me learn to be independent ... this is also love! I finally understand maternal love.
Motherly love is the words that inspire you when you fall, the eyes that encourage you when you encounter difficulties, and the expression of anxiety when you are sick ... The happiest thing in the world is to bathe in maternal love.
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Time flies to discover maternal love, understand the teaching design of mother's composition "Maternal Love", and many memories fade away with the passage of time. But there is something that makes me vivid and moved-that deep maternal love. The days of September are always unpredictable. I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly lifted it up. Pass me an umbrella and say weakly, "Xue Fei, the weather forecast says it's going to rain today ... uh-huh ... it's better to take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, glanced at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me. When I was in the last remedial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't bring an umbrella as my mother told me this morning. Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad works overtime, and mom is ill again, so it's impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that I have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, after class, I slowly packed my bag. I went to the window to watch and listen, and I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some students were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain and shouted: It feels so cool to get caught in the rain! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents won't come anyway. I pushed open the "parent wall" and continued to run in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe the rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "The familiar voice sounds a little weak and rings in my ear." Mom! "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped quickly. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She came to me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, get an umbrella. "I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that her face is getting paler and paler. Holding her cold hand, I only feel a heat in my heart. Salty and sweet ... an umbrella holds up a sky. Mother's love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood. Speaking of "my mother's care", I have to talk about my mother learning to cook. Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to eat for my health, so I had to bite the bullet and learn. As long as there are books and TV programs related to cooking, including colleagues who can cook, my mother will not let go. I only saw some cuts and burns on her delicate hands, which made me feel distressed, but my mother never gave up. As the saying goes, many things happen. My mother not only cooks, but also often cooks nutritious food that is very suitable for children, which attracts the children of neighbors to come to my house for dinner. But behind all this, only I know best what my mother did. Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor ... simple maternal love, and I have seen the scene of mother's sacrifice for her children in the news of Wenchuan earthquake; I have read many inspirational stories about maternal love in various magazines. I have browsed some poems praising my mother in my composition book. These loves are nothing more than vigorous love, drizzling love and giving one's life. Although the love between my mother and me is not so vigorous, I think maternal love can be mediocre. On the surface, my mother and I don't talk much, unlike some classmates' mothers who are caring and attentive and nagging about trivial things in life. However, every morning, I will find them beside the bed. Every morning, the food brought to class has been put into the schoolbag; Go home from school every afternoon, it's already 7 o'clock, and the steaming dinner has been served; Before going to bed, as usual, it is a cup of hot water and a warm quilt. I naturally accepted all this. These silent actions and behaviors have become clear streams of water, which flow into my heart and make me feel warm every time. Because of these clear streams, my mother and I became closer. I often call her affectionately and often pour out my worries when I go out for a walk at night. She is a good listener. Every time I speak, my pain is reduced by half, and she comes to comfort me, increase my confidence, teach me how to deal with things and sweep away my unhappiness. Mother is a wing, giving us strength; Mother is sunshine, which gives us warmth; Mother is a clear spring that gives us nectar. Let's understand and appreciate our mother!
Ask for an essay entitled "I understand maternal love". Only a moderate tension of about 600 words can be fully exerted! I was suddenly startled! Motherly love, like green leaves, is simple.
However, you should face it with a good attitude.
Don't be too nervous about the exam; A mother's love is like sunshine. What she does ... One night, I was sitting at my desk, and it was already 12! I quickly went to the study to pack my schoolbag! "A clear knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
I reluctantly opened the door.
"Haven't done it yet, there is still a chance for maternal love in the future.
I drew an assignment at random, and then I started writing, and finally I finished it! Naturally, you can't relax too much. What a simple sentence, but who can really understand its meaning? To tell the truth, I didn't know what maternal love was before, but since that incident, I said, "The graduation exam is coming soon, but I smiled and said to me.
There are many exams, copying and reciting in one's life.
Mom's words made me understand a lot.
Oh, dear! "Mom gently touched my head, and then went out with jasmine tea! I had a stretch. I looked at my watch and made sure I drank all the delicious jasmine tea at one sitting. I just look at the mountains of homework and feel sad. Really makes me dizzy! I don't even know how to start.
"This must be done!" I sighed and found my mother asleep on the sofa, and the cup of jasmine tea was still on the coffee table.
"Knocked.
But what about today? Have a cup of tea to refresh yourself first! "My mother said to me with jasmine tea.
In normal times, there will definitely be a lot of homework.
Well, do it quickly, but I'm not in the mood to taste it.
"Mom, I'm so bored! Don't bother me, it's really annoying! " I said angrily.
Mom is not angry, this is only a small part.
It was warm when I passed the living room; Maternal love is like a tree, it is selfless, and I really feel maternal love.
It was the last week before the primary school graduation exam.
A lot of homework ...
I understand maternal love, and the composition is about 600 words. Motherly love is such a simple word, but who can really understand its meaning? To tell the truth, I didn't know what maternal love was before, but since that incident, I really realized maternal love. It was the last week before the primary school graduation exam. There is a lot of homework, copying, memorizing and doing ... One night, I sat at my desk and looked at the mountains of homework sadly. I really feel dizzy! I don't even know how to start. "What year is this!" I sighed. I drew an assignment casually and began to write. "Knock, knock!" "A clear knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I reluctantly opened the door. "Haven't you finished yet? Have a cup of tea to refresh yourself first! "I saw my mother holding jasmine tea in her hand and told me that in normal times, I would definitely drink all the delicious jasmine tea in one breath. But today, I have no mind to taste it. " Mom, I'm so bored! Don't bother me, it's really annoying! "I said angrily. My mother is not angry. Instead, she smiled and said to me, "The graduation exam is coming soon, and there will be a lot of homework. But you should face it with a good attitude. Don't be too nervous about the exam. There are many tests in a person's life. This is only a small part. There will be opportunities in the future! Naturally, you can't relax too much. Only moderate nervousness can give you extraordinary play. Well, do it quickly! " Mother gently touched my head and went out with jasmine tea. Mom's words made me understand a lot. Oh, finally finished! I stretched myself and looked at my watch. It's already 12! I hurried to the study to tidy up my schoolbag. When I passed the living room, I found my mother asleep on the sofa, and the cup of jasmine tea was still on the coffee table! I was suddenly startled! Motherly love, like green leaves, is simple; Mother's love is as warm as sunshine; Motherly love, like trees, is selfless! -
The beginning and end of the composition "Reading Mom" Motherly love is like the rain and dew in spring, quietly moistening our hearts; Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze, soothing our hearts; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through all difficulties.
If maternal love is the blue sky, we are free birds under the sky; If maternal love is a forest, we are happy and unrestrained deer in the forest; If maternal love is the sea, then we are free fish in the water.
Everything we have comes from our mother, and maternal love is the most sincere and selfless love in the world.
Motherly love is the source of feelings, which is no stranger to us.
People who study painting think maternal love is red, people who study calligraphy think maternal love is blue, blind people think maternal love is transparent, and people with illusions think maternal love is golden.
However, I think maternal love is rich and colorful.
End: Motherly love is like a lamp, which will not go out when lit, illuminating a child's inner darkness and the way forward.
Snow falls without a trace, true love is silent, and maternal love will never be easily discovered. You will find it if you taste it carefully.
I think each of us has never seen God, but without exception, we all have an angel sent by God who loves our mother.
At that moment, I read 600 words of my mother's composition. Motherly love is a touch of sunshine in winter, which brings infinite warmth to people. Motherly love is a beacon at sea, which means giving people the right direction; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people precious nectar; Motherly love is an umbrella in heavy rain, which brings people solid reliance ... The most beautiful voice in the world is the call of mother, and the greatest love is maternal love.
-Inscription "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." The last sentence a mother said to her three-month-old baby was full of affection and expectation for maternal love. When rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the gap between the ruins, she could see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees. Some people bow down like the ancients, but their bodies have been crushed and deformed ... She used the most unconventional posture and her weak body to build a safe barrier for her children. The children were finally saved, but the mother left this world forever with endless care and attachment.
The earth is growling, but maternal love is silent.
When the disaster comes, how many mothers give up their lives without hesitation for the sake of their children, just to give them a new life.
In the face of disaster, maternal love made mothers overcome their fear of death and resolutely chose their children. They would rather give up their lives than protect their children. What a selfless decision.
How great and selfless maternal love is! Touching stories are constantly emerging. After reading many touching reports, I finally understand maternal love.
In this catastrophe, at the scene of disaster relief assistance in Wenchuan County, Sichuan Province, we saw mothers who gave up themselves without hesitation at the critical moment of life and death and tried their best to protect their children with their own lives. All this comes from their mother, from maternal love! Motherly love, what kind of power is this! It can transcend all pain and suffering, she can transcend life and death, it can bear all the bad luck in the world, it is the deepest, simplest, most extensive and selfless emotion! This is maternal love, brave, strong and selfless maternal love, which is enough to shock and wash away the maternal love in our hearts! Motherly love is as gentle as a willow, as warm as a spring breeze, as lingering as a drizzle, as deep as the sea, as shining as a star, as eternal as a diamond ... Motherly love is a touch of sunshine in winter, bringing infinite warmth; Motherly love is a beacon at sea, which means giving people the right direction; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, giving people precious nectar; Mother's love is an umbrella in the heavy rain, which brings people solid dependence ... Yes, I finally understand mother's love and understand the deepest, simplest, most extensive, bravest, strongest and most selfless love in the world-what kind of mother should be mother's love?
The composition of "Reading Mom" in Grade One is about 550 words. urgent ......
Motherly love, like flowers, brings me the fragrance of blessing when I am happy; Motherly love is like spring breeze, which blows away the dust of my soul when I am sad; Motherly love is like a drizzle, which douses the flame of pride in my heart when I succeed, and gives me the power to regain my glory when I fail ... My mother has a faint eyebrow, a pair of flawless eyes, a pair of dimples when she smiles, and that unique and natural yellow hair. She is a beautiful mother in my heart.
When I was a child, every time I fell or quarreled with my children, I would snuggle up in my mother's arms, as if it could heal all my pains and tolerate all my grievances.
I am only used to asking my mother to straighten my collar before going out, and then saying "Be careful", as if this would comfort my young mind and bring me unlimited strength.
In this way, under my noisy and meticulous care of my mother, the days passed day by day, and I grew up inadvertently, but my mother's love for me increased day by day.
After entering junior high school, due to the increase of courses, the environment is not suitable, and the academic performance drops.
To this end, my mother accepted a special interview with the teacher. After returning home, my mother's face turned "sunny to cloudy".
That night, I finished my homework at 1 1 in the evening. My mother came into my room to check my homework and pointed out many mistakes.
At that time, my mother was so angry that she threw her homework on the table and shouted, "Obviously, look at your homework, so-so. How many times have I told you, how can I make a mistake!" I was very dissatisfied at that time and shouted back: "I am stupid! I am a big idiot! " Mom was shocked and opened her mouth and said, "You-!" Tears ran down her cheeks.
Never say a word again.
At this point, my father came into the room and took my mother out.
I fell asleep crying ... I woke up the next morning, opened my hazy eyes, and the smell of a wisp of food floated over. I saw my mother busy at the table.
Later, I heard from my dad that my mother didn't sleep that night, her blood pressure rose very high, and she took antihypertensive drugs, so I couldn't stop crying.
Ah! Mom, I see, your critical words are like scissors in the gardener's hand, cutting off the redundant branches and leaves that hinder my growth.
I will never complain about you again, because I deeply realize that these words contain your deep love and endless expectations for me! Maternal love, deeply imprinted in my heart, is a beautiful scenery in my heart that will never be erased. With her company, I will walk all the way. ...
I always thought that my mother was just an ordinary book, and I could understand her without any emotional interpretation. I always thought that since I had grown up, my mother was just an old house. She sheltered my childhood, but refused to provide new scenery. I always think that my mother's instructions are a kind of nagging and ignore them; I have always thought that a mother's tolerant heart does not need the care of her children; I always thought ... my mother was the first person in the world to know me.
When will I grow my first tooth? When do I say the first sentence? When did I fall and get up again? When did I proudly raise my head? Old negatives that haven't been developed for a long time, though dim, are clearly stored in my mother's mind, waiting for me to enlarge them.
I don't know why I used to avoid listening to my mother talk about the past, and why I didn't want to meet her quiet and gentle eyes. Is it really because I have grown up? Don't you want to admit that you are weak? I have no time to think about it. I always thought my mother would always be with me. I always thought that one day I would let my mother finish everything.
When I am happy, she is happier than me; When I was depressed, she was more depressed than me.
He left, and I woke up from a big dream: I couldn't get out of my mother's long river.
I know that I can't draw a circle around others on the road of life, so I will eventually lose myself and never get out of a track that really belongs to me.
However, I can never cross the concentric circles of my mother.
The center of the circle is the tacit understanding between my mother and me.
It's not for mom. I can't write about mom. I just choked on Chunhui's selflessness.
I'm afraid my bad handwriting will damage my mother's great image-although she is just an ordinary member of many oriental mothers.
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Please indicate the source? The composition "I know maternal love" is 600 words.