How to write an essay on maternal love? Don t get sick

Beginning: One cloudy Sunday, I was playing outside. Suddenly, the wind and rain were blowing, I was drenched like a chicken in soup, my mother saw it, and immediately rushed to carry me home, and she also became a "chicken in soup".

After (how my mother took care of me): When I got home, my head was as hot as fire, and my mother was in a hurry. Write how your mother takes care of you, you can have some of her carry you to the hospital, heavy snow on the road, etc., it is recommended to write as long as possible)...

Result: Thank you, dear mother, for giving me so much care and warmth. Mom, I love you.

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There is a kind of love in the world, it is everywhere, it makes you take it wantonly, and it makes you accept it calmly: there is a person in the world, who is unknown, and gives you all her love without asking for anything in return. This kind of love is called mother's love, and this person is called mother.

The alarm rang mercilessly while I was asleep, and I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly crawled out of the bed. It's really comfortable for my mother to not go to work today, and she can sleep until she wakes up naturally, and she doesn't have to go to school, which is really a beautiful thing. I thought to myself, and at the same time I was a little jealous.

I had a final exam today, and my mother just threw me a sentence of "take a good exam" before going to bed last night, and that's it. So I complained about my mother's indifference.

When I opened the door, the living room was bright, and the sound of the soymilk machine working was faintly heard in the kitchen, and I walked to the kitchen in confusion. "Morning! Go brush your teeth and wash your face, breakfast is almost ready.

The oncoming sound of admonition. "Oh. "Looking at the bread and boiled eggs on the table, I was stunned.

When did my mother get up? Could it be that when I met "Zhou Gong", he had already dragged his tired body to prepare breakfast for me? When my mother got off work yesterday, she said that she was very tired and needed to sleep in.

After washing, I accepted the tenderness as usual. "It's an exam today, you need to eat more! You have to take the test well, and only when you are full can you have strength.

Mom started babbling on and on again. And I, there is always a word without a word, from time to time with an "um" sound, I am always like this.

Riding a bicycle is like going back to my childhood.

At that time, every day, every time, as long as my mother was there, it was endless nagging, but I never listened seriously, and sometimes I thought that my mother was looking for me, which was unreasonable, and I didn't feel a trace of unease, and sometimes, I even replied directly "You are annoyed". Is that my response to my mother's love? I smiled wryly.

Kindergarten, elementary school, every time I go to school, I feel relaxed, because all the books, all the snacks, my mother helps me to hold, I don't have to worry about anything. Sometimes, I occasionally feel my conscience uneasy, that is, I ask "Do you want me to help you", "No, you just go by yourself." When I heard my mother's answer, I was so relieved.

Hehe, it's my thing, but I asked if you want me to help you.

Looking back on this, I don't feel regret and guilt, when did the care that tired me become so dazzling? Those verbose and fault-finding testimonies to my stupidity and unfilial piety. It turns out that those love, those gentleness, are worth cherishing and deserving of me.

Meaning. In the face of her, I began to understand, I began to understand, I began to understand, I began to understand that what you have must be grasped well, because it becomes meaningless to cherish it after you lose it. Mother's love, give me a chance to cherish.

Start straight down to the details....Write directly about what you encounter in life....And a mother's love doesn't have to be written only about her own mother.

One night, my mom was cooking at home and I was studying.

Suddenly, I noticed that my mother's face was pale, with one hand on the wall and the other on her stomach. It looked very painful. I wonder if my mom is sick.

Mom, I'll accompany you to the hospital! Look at you so uncomfortable! I said distressedly. "No, wait until I figure out what is **uncomfortable before going to the hospital. "Mom is still holding on. I groaned, and I didn't know what to do.

After a while, my mother got out of bed and said to me, "Yanyan, Mom goes to the hospital, you stay at home, read a book, and if I come back late, you cook the meal first." I looked at my mother's soft steps and admonished:

Mom, you must be careful on the road! "I felt as if I had become a mom. After my mother left, I practiced calligraphy at home, and it was ten o'clock when it was time to cook.

I learned my mother's usual method of washing rice, and carefully plugged the rice cooker. "Mom has been gone for so long, why hasn't she come back? It's going to be okay, right?

Time passed minute by minute, I became more and more anxious, and I couldn't help but pick up the **tube and dial it** to my mother, who told me that she was still doing laboratory tests and told me to study obediently for a while. But how can my heart be still?

It's half past eleven, why hasn't my mother come yet? At this time, I was more like an ant on a hot pot, anxious to walk from room to room and look out the window. Suddenly, there was the sound of a key outside the door, and I opened the door with a quick walk.

Oh, and Mommy is finally back. I hurriedly handed her shoes, helped her carry the bag and the medicine bag in, and asked eagerly, "Mom, what is the disease, what did the doctor say?"

Mom smiled and said, "The doctor said it was colitis, which means that the intestines are inflamed." Take some medicine and hang the salt water for two days and you'll be fine.

Listening to my mother's words so relaxed, in fact, I realized from my mother's pale face and weak words that she was not lightly ill.

That's what a good mom I am. Why doesn't my mother know to care for herself? Am I not happy to have such a mother? Mommy.

You can write about your mother's love for you, such as when you get out of school, your mother gives you slippers.

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Everyone's motherly love is the same.

Write that your eyes are in the sand, and your mother helps you blow the sand and feel the mother's love!