Give an essay on motherly love about 600 words to have personality

Whenever I read about mother's love, a sentence from Grandma Bingxin flashed in front of my eyes: "Mother! You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus, the rain in my heart is coming, except for you, who is the shade under the sky that I cover.

Mother, thou hast shielded me from the wind and rain with thy palm, which is as broad as a leaf; Thou hast ironed my restlessness with a pious heart as wide as the sea.

I remember when I was a child, I was willful and impetuous, playful and lacked self-control. The chirping of summer cicadas in the trees will disturb my thoughts, and the call of my companions downstairs will make me give up suddenly, but your gentle nickname and a well-smelling admonition will make me feel like I have experienced the pain of Vanka purgatory and hold up the sails of self-discipline again, and make me restrain my playfulness and return to the bitter table. "If the young don't work hard, the boss will be sad", although this is called the "banter" of the 20th century, but when the night is lonely, when I hold the letter that my mother gave me under the sickbed, I really realized the true meaning.

You say, son, it's not that my mother didn't want to be a scientist when she was a child, it's just that my mother's life was too bumpy. A "big revolution" delayed my mother's school career, and now unremitting knowledge has become the main theme of today. Yes, you pinned your ideals on me, but you also tightened the old way of thinking to me, so the web you painstakingly weaved could only allow me to bury my head in books, and even my normal interactions with my peers were reprimanded for "not doing my job".

Is it only the nerd who keeps his hands on the scrolls and keeps his mouth on the words, and mutters ABC every day that is the idol in your heart?

Mom, after all, the era I live in is not the same as more than 30 years ago, under your care, I have become a middle school student, the burden of learning is getting heavier and heavier, my shoulders have invisibly added a heavy weight, I try hard to become a good girl under the protection of my mother's wings, but I am an extrovert by nature, making friends, confiding in confidants has become my amateur hobby. But in the end, you can't tolerate the fact that my classmates and I go to a karaoke party to sing, I want to study and integrate into this colorful society, I need knowledge but also need to worship singers and movie stars, society is an open and multi-faceted warp and weft, and suppressed emotions also need to be vented and released. You always obstruct my normal social interactions under the pretext of preventing foreign affairs, yes, I am young but I am in the prime of life, why can't I talk about the world's affairs, talk and laugh and grow in spirit!

Pious motherly love is exactly what I need to grow up, but if this love is a little more comforting, less suspicious and accusatory, a little more understanding and less complaining, that's what our generation is striving for. Look