An essay on mother s love about 365 words, not too bad .

Mother's love, what is it?

It's having your hands tightly protecting you when you wrestle;

Mother's love, what is it?

It's someone who puts a warm coat on you in the snow and ice;

Mother's love, what is it?

It's the person who will be with you until late at night, no matter what you do.

Some maternal love may be easily felt;

But some maternal love is not easy to experience;

Although it is just to bring you breakfast, do your laundry, or even cook for you once, it all contains the deep maternal love of mothers!

They may only give silently, but they never think of returning.

Ask yourself, what is a mother's love?

Great motherly love.

Everyone has their own dear mother, and we are grateful for everything that my mother has done for us, and my mother's kind words have always echoed in my ears.

It was one evening in my third grade. As usual, I wanted to go out for a walk after finishing my homework, and I said to my mother, "My stomach is too full and I want to go out for a spin, so you can come with me!"

There's a thundershower tonight, not to mention it's still so cold, don't go! Mom said to me as she washed the dishes. I'm spoiled with my mom :

Mom, I'm not cold, if you don't go, I'll go by myself! I looked at my mother with pleading eyes. Mom finally couldn't stand my "sweet words" anymore.

Say to me, "Okay, be careful yourself, come back early!" "Good!

Long live Mommy," I cheered with joy.

I ran downstairs like a bird that had just come out of its cage, running wildly, enjoying the air when it was about to rain. The dusty light raindrops fell on my forehead, and my face continued to drift on my body, and I sat on the stone bench in the community, comfortably enjoying the cool night. However, the good times did not last long, and after a while, the drizzle just now turned into the current downpour.

I ran home with my head in my hands, and when I finally got tired of running, I hid under a newsstand to take shelter from the rain.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure, a thin figure, ah! It's Mom! My dear mother!

I rushed to my mother, calling out to her, and when she looked up, she smiled happily. I shared an umbrella with my mother, and my mother threw the umbrella to me, but she got wet in the rain. My eyes were covered with tears, which were tears of emotion.

I'm sorry for my mother, I shouldn't have gone out for a walk, I shouldn't have listened to my mother's advice. Alas! I really regret it.

Mom is love, kind words, kind smiles, and warm encouragement.

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