The beginning and end of an essay on the topic of trying or happiness or motherly love

Beginning: .A mother's love is like a song, sometimes to protect her children's passionate singing; Sometimes it's infinitely inclusive tunes; Sometimes it's a loud voice for the sake of the children. A mother's love is like an umbrella, sheltering her children from the wind and rain; Protect your children from all dangers; Desperate for their children.

Mother's love is like a song and a cry; Mother's love is picturesque; Mother's love is so gorgeous and colorful. Mother's love, you are the greatest force in the world, you are the source of love in the world, and it is because of you that the world has become more beautiful and colorful.

1: Love In this world, everything will disappear or even destroy with the passage of time. But only mother's love, which will always be so great and selfless, will not disappear with the passage of time.

2: There is a kind of love that is broad and profound, pure and selfless, and makes ** forget to return, this kind of love is maternal love; There is a kind of person who completes his uncomplaining dedication, and this kind of person is the mother!

3: Mother's love is a sachet that brings blessings to children; Mother's love is a fire, let the warmth fill the heart; Mother's love is a candle that dedicates beauty to ...... selflesslyWhenever I savor the deepest mother's love, I can't help but think of my mother, the kind face, and the vivid and twists of my childhood.

4: "There is only a mother in the world, and a child with a mother wants a treasure." Every note, every rhythm, every beat, a few simple sentences show love for mother.

From ancient times to the present, from positive to negative, how many Acura mother's love, the song "The Wanderer's Yin": "The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. ”

Beginning: Mother's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light; Mother's love is a landscape painting, washing away the lead carving, leaving a fresh and natural; Mother's love is the smile that accompanies her life, and mother's love is the wisps of thoughts that wander the world.

It is often said that there is one book in the world that can never be written, and that is maternal love. If there is one of the most beautiful landscapes in the world, it is nothing else, it is mother's love!

Ending: Mother's love is like an umbrella, the densely woven graticule, is the mother's meticulous care for her children, mother's love is the ancient umbrella handle, raise a piece of warmth, let the children rest under the umbrella, the eight horns stretched out from the umbrella surface, on behalf of you no matter where you go to the ends of the earth, the mother will radiate her deep love.

The years inadvertently pass by, behind every hurried figure, the father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther away, the mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten, when you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop down, remember the past scenes, you will have a moving heartbeat.

Beginning: Mother's love is like the rain and dew of spring, quietly moistening our hearts; Mother's love is like a warm spring breeze, soothing our hearts; Mother's love is like a flat boat, carrying us through all difficulties. If mother's love is the blue sky, we are the birds that are free under the sky; If mother's love is the forest, we are the happy and unrestrained fawns in the forest; If mother's love is the sea, then we are the fish that are free in the water. Everything we do comes from our mother, and mother's love is the most sincere and selfless love in the world.

Mother's love is the source of affection, and it is not new to us. Those who study painting think that mother's love is red, those who study calligraphy think that mother's love is blue, the blind think that mother's love is transparent, and those who have illusions think that mother's love is gold. However, I think that motherly love is colorful.

Ending: Mother's love, it is like a lamp, it will not be extinguished when it is lit, illuminating the darkness in a child's heart and the way forward. The snow falls without a trace, true love is silent, and maternal love is always not easy to find, but will only be found if you taste it carefully.

I don't think any of us have ever seen God, but without exception we have angels sent by God to love our mothers.

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Mother's love is an umbrella that shelters me from the wind and rain; Mother's love is a ray of sunshine that will always shine on me; Mother's love is a sweater that warms my heart; Mother's love is a ballad that takes me into sweet dreams; Mother's love is a cup of hot milk that brings me warmth.

Mother's love is the water that nourishes our thirsty hearts; Mother's love is the lamp that illuminates our way forward; Mother's love is the wind that blows away the troubles of our growth.

Beginning: 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.

Ending: Mother's love is not just about water, wind, ......She is the greatest power in the world. Meng's mother, Nuwa and other good mothers of human beings revealed that there is another kind of wealth in the world - that is, maternal love.

Beginning: There is a person who wakes up in the middle of the night to see if you have a quilt, someone who gets up early every morning to help you prepare everything, a person who wants to talk to your dad at night and is afraid to disturb you, and a person who rejects what you want in person and remembers it in his head. This person is the dearest person in your life, and the person who cares about you silently.

Mom, Mommy. And so it came out of our mouths.

Ending: I will repay my mother. So now I want to study hard, that's my mother's wish.

Beginning: Mother's love is like water, love is like the depth of the sea.

Mother's love is like warmth, love is like the sun.

A thousand words can't tell enough about her love for me.

Ending: Without noticing, her black hair turned white;

I didn't realize that the wrinkles on her face were for me;

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Can a word of mother's love be exhausted?

Could it be that a heart can repay her for decades of hard work?