Father s love, mother s love, novel writing materials, parents composition materials

The love of parents is great and selfless. Everybody knows what they say. I have read many people's works, and almost all of them are written about how great and selfless the love of fathers and mothers is.

One thing I can be sure of is that the love of parents is indeed great and selfless, but why from ancient times to the present, literati have always written about the love of parents for their children so great and touching, and I have never seen or encountered it in my life. I always wonder if they write about their parents' love for them, that affection, and it makes people cry when they see it, and I don't know if those stories are true or false? But I'm going to write that my parents' love for me is absolutely true.

In my family, the love of my parents for our brothers and sisters is also selfless, and my parents let us have no worries about food and clothing, and let us study with peace of mind. Even during the time when Nong Shijing was busy, my parents would not ask us not to go to class or study to help them because they were too busy. No matter how busy they are, other people's children come home to help, but none of our family goes back, and my father and mother won't let us go home to help.

Ever since I went to school, I've been away from home a lot. Sometimes when I come home and see their busy figures, I suddenly have a whim and really want to help them. Sometimes, they always say to me, as long as you study hard, you are better than anything else.

And reading is for their own good, not for them, only by studying hard will they be productive in the future. Although it is difficult to express the love of our parents, and we know very well that our parents' love is great, my younger brother and sister and I always talk in private, saying that we do not feel the love of our parents for us, which is as great and touching as other people's parents do for their children. In fact, we didn't know at that time that our parents' love for us was greater than what those people wrote in their works.

It's just that we were all young at that time, and we were very ordinary, and we had never encountered strong winds and waves, so our parents' love for us was only reflected in the details of life.

Whenever I encountered a problem, my mother was always by my side, and once I had a high fever in the middle of the night, my mother was by my side to take my temperature and take antipyretics. When I opened my eyes the next morning, I saw that my mother's eyes were bloodshot, and I knew that my mother had been guarding me all night, but my mother still asked me gently: Baby, are you better?

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. Every time I recite this poem in praise of mother's love, it reminds me of my virtuous mother. It was my mother who gave me life, let me come into this world, gave me meticulous care and love in life, it was my mother who got me up and cooked before dawn, it was my mother who waited in front of the window when I was sick, and it was my mother who wiped away my tears from falling.

The first time he entered the city, his mother went to see him off. There was only one bus a day to the city, and he and his mother waited for a long time on the side of the road. His mother carried the big backpack for him, and she changed the backpack from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and from the left shoulder to the right shoulder.

He said to his mother, put down your backpack and take a break. My mother shook her head and said, "I'll just carry it on my back." It had just rained, the road had not yet dried, and he knew that his mother was afraid of soiling his backpack.

A flower has been picked for a long time and withered and is reluctant to lose, an umbrella has been held for a long time and the rain has stopped and can not remember to receive, on this day of gratitude, I also want to say to you with a grateful heart: Happy Mother's Day, you have worked hard, I will always love you.

There is one of the most precious feelings in the world, and that is family affection; There is one of the most precious loves in the world, which is called maternal love; There is one person who is happy because you are happy, and that is the mother; There is one person who is sad because you are in pain, and that is Mom.

Mother's love is pure, always creeping up when you encounter storms, giving you comfort and strength. Mother's love is selfless, and she will always be with you and accompany you for a lifetime. Mother's love is great, it is immersed in all things, it fills the heavens and the earth.

Mother's love is water, water that cleanses the soul; Mother's love is the mountain, the mountain that you rely on; Mother's love is the wind, blowing away the wind of disappointment; Mother's love is thunder, the thunder that impacts life. Mother's love is a bright sunshine, blazing and bright.

A mother's love is a wide sea, offering true love for her children; Mother's love is a wall to block the wind, to protect her children from the wind and cold; A mother loves a towering tree, providing shade and shade for her children. Mother's love is a long road that will guide you through the maze.

Mother's love is the ardent expectation of children's growth; Mother's love is the concern and anxiety of children before the sickbed; Mother's love is the wisp of thoughts of children wandering the world; Mother's love is the smile that children accompany each other for a lifetime.