Can you send an essay on motherly love? Thank you!

Mother's love is the greatest love.

What is the most precious thing in the world? What's the greatest thing? What is the most cherished thing?

What is worth our nostalgia for? What is it? I think you've probably guessed it!

Yes, it is mother's love, and mother's love is the most cherished thing in the world.

The love that my mother gave me, I may not be able to repay it in ten lifetimes, my mother is very ordinary, but her extraordinary love has given me infinite motivation.

When I failed, my mother would encourage and comfort me with her kind face, and when I was complacent when I succeeded, my mother would tell me with her stern face not to be too proud, to be humble and cautious.

I remember one time, I was distressed because I failed the exam, but my mother comforted me and said that failure is not terrible, what is terrible is your attitude towards failure after failure, this time I did not do well, and next time, you don't have to lose all your confidence for a casual exam.

In the final exam, I got excellent results, this exam, is inseparable from my mother's encouragement, it is my mother who gave me confidence, when I was happy, my mother said that success behind is often hard, if just because only one success, so happy, then the road to success in the future is gone, you can't be too happy after success, happy will only make you regress, you must be humble and cautious after success, only in this way success can always belong to you.

Therefore, in the future road, I have always remembered my mother's words in my heart, you can't be proud after success, and you can't lose confidence after failure.

I have always remembered my mother's words, and it is precisely because of my mother's few words that I have infinite motivation, so what is the spirit that constitutes this motivation? It's a mother's love, the greatest mother's love in the world.

Heart, translated as a heart shape?

The love of our parents is the greatest love in heaven and earth, and since we fell to the ground and came into this world, our parents have begun to love us forever. The love of parents is a kind of natural love for their children. It's like rain falling from the sky, and it is invincible.

There is no greatest, oldest, primitive, greatest, and most wonderful force that can sustain life than the love of our parents for us.

The ancients said: "The line in the hand of the loving mother, the shirt of the wanderer." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. "Mother's love is like the bright sunshine in spring, bringing me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My mother's love always helped me and gave me motivation when I was in trouble. That silky continuous love has become my strong backing, so that I no longer feel empty all the time.

And the father's love is broad and profound, and it is informal. My father's love always gave me the right guidance when I made mistakes. My father's love always gave me the right ...... when I encountered problemsIf a mother's love is as deep as water, then a father's love is as thick as a mountain.

When I talk about my parents, my heart swells with infinite gratitude. My parents have worked hard for my growth, how can I repay this kindness?

Since I was a child, my parents taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the 25,000-mile Long March, told me about ***, ***, told me the story of Lei Feng, Dong Cunrui's bombing of the dark fort ......They told me to be cautious in what we do, to be sincere to others, not to lie, to learn to be tolerant, to learn to respect the old and love the young, to know how to repay kindness, and to know how to be unsuccessful and ...... not to be punished

What is all this for? In the past, I was naïve enough to think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit it was, and sometimes, I always wonder what kind of force motivates them, and I don't understand, but maybe it's a responsibility, a kind of love for children, whether it's selflessness or pity, but there's no doubt about it

They were really nice to us and really took good care of us. Let's take each day for example!

Every morning, my mother made breakfast for me, every day at noon, and every night, she cooked dinner for me, but every time she ate, she was still working. When I was studying in the evening, my father came to tutor me again, teaching me to be serious when I had to do every question, not to be sloppy, and my parents educated me every day for me.

Such every day, constitute a happy us, such a day is ordinary, but also extraordinary, every day is a small thing, there is a big thing, in the face of the kindness of my parents, I should be grateful for the actual action of filial piety, let us all love our parents!

Grateful heart Thank you for having you.

Dear Mom:

Hello! Did you know? There is a kind of love that is both great and ordinary, and there is a kind of love that only knows that giving does not need to be reciprocated.

This kind of love is mother's love, and it is our eternal intimate love. Mom, thank you for helping me continue to explore and pursue in the past ten years, and silently taking care of me by my side.

It was a stormy afternoon, I was waiting for my mother in school, I waited for a long time and didn't see you, I simply put my schoolbag on my head and rushed out, just out of the school gate, I saw you, my mother smiled and said: "Suddenly there is something to deal with, it's too late to pick you up." "I shook my head and looked at the drops of water dripping from you, ah!

Mom, you've worked so hard that you haven't stopped all day long, and you have to take care of me! I bowed my head. Mom held an umbrella in one hand and hugged my shoulder with the other, and the two of them disappeared in the mist.

At that moment, I suddenly felt so happy and happy.

In the dimness, images flashed in my mind, slowly pouring into my heart like the wind blowing.

Once, when school was about to end, the quiz curls came down, and when I looked at it, I shuddered, lowered my head and rushed home, thinking to myself: Will my mother scold me? I did so badly this time!

Thinking about it, I unconsciously walked to the door of the house, mustered up the courage to knock on the door, put the paper on the table in front of my mother, and stood aside, you looked at it, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It's okay if you don't take the test, you have to do better next time." I froze, as if suddenly a strong force was pushing me - I nodded, went back to my room to analyze the mistakes carefully, and then reviewed them again - I did this every day, and I don't know what pushed me, but the next math test, I actually scored 100 points!

Mom! Thank you! Thank you for giving me a lot, thank you for your teaching and cultivation in the past ten years, thank you for your heart, thank you.

I wish you good health!