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They may really love me, but they don't understand how to love me, and they don't plan to learn how to love, so what's the difference between not loving me? All I could feel was their violence and impatience.

Write about how your mother took care of you when you got sick.

Your mother's character, her appearance, the things that impressed you and your mother... Finally, what do you think of your mother... Sweat...

From the appearance of the protagonist, the character and the protagonist did a deed that touched you.

Essay on my mother's love for me.

One afternoon, I had just come home from school and was doing my homework. Maybe I'm distracted, and halfway through, I really want to read. I tiptoed out of the room :

Mom prepares for class in her room. I snickered in my heart, and secretly laughed evilly: Haha, she can't control me this time!

It's time to "binge"! I walked softly to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase, and took the book I wanted to read the most. I sat down at my desk, read a few pages, and then tucked into the gap between my desk and the cabinet.

Then, I pretended to be casual and did my homework absentmindedly for a while. I looked around whimsily, then quietly took out the book and read it hungrily. But I didn't know that my mother happened to come out of the study at this time, and she happened to see me reading a book in the room.

She probably didn't quite believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't be hidden. My mother was so angry that I panicked like an ant on a hot pot.

There was no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But there seems to be something in my heart that I can't put down.

I hesitated, tore a piece of graph paper from the back of the exercise book, scribbled something, and hesitantly handed it to my mother. When my mother saw it, her tightly knit brows relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and handed it to me.

It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a note underneath: "It's okay. It can't be like that again.

I looked up at my mother. She looked at me kindly, her eyes glistening with tears.

Give you an outline.

Title: "Thank You for Being There".

Beginning: There is one person in my life that I deserve to be grateful for all my life, that person ...

Duan wrote that my mother tolerated me when I was vexatious.

4 paragraphs write about how my mother made me relax when I was under pressure to study without affecting my studies, and 5 paragraphs wrote about my gratitude to my mother (omitted).

Ending: Mom, thank you for having you!

The warmth of love.

Warmth, this is a word that can interpret love. Father's love, mother's love, and friendship ......But no love can compare to the warmth of our parents' love for us, because the love of our parents is truly eternal and unchanging. I believe that there is no oldest, primitive, greatest, and most wonderful force that can sustain life than the love that our parents have for us.

The love of parents is a kind of natural love for their children. Parents are petals, children are stamens, and the petals always hold the stamens when the flower is not fully blooming. That summer, I really fulfilled the old saying:

In the summer, the children's noodles change three times a day. "Ding-bell ring——, class is over, school is over, the sky is still clear just now, but now! The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and seeing this kind of weather, the students in the class couldn't help but panic, and I was one of them.

I didn't have an umbrella with me, I didn't have money to buy an umbrella, my dad was on a business trip, my mom was twisted and shouldn't have been able to pick me up, and my classmates weren't on the same road with me. Oh, my God! I was really hopeless, and in desperation, I had to walk out of the school gate in frustration, only to see the pouring rain outside, wind and rain, and the raindrops the size of beans hitting my cold face.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and it turned out that my mother had come to pick me up with an umbrella after enduring the pain in her feet. I pounced on my mother, the frustration on her face vanished, and a warm current came over me. Walking on the road, my mother's big hand held my little hand, my mother's clothes were wet, and my clothes were not wet!

I finally realized that I was the only one under the umbrella every time, and my mother was just holding the umbrella for me ......Thinking about it, I vaguely saw that the umbrella of the mother and daughter walking in front of me was also tilted towards the child...... sideI smiled, and it was so warm ......The love of our parents is always given to us invisibly, and what they need is not in return, not your monetary comfort, and not the power and benefits at your fingertips. They don't want too much, they want to see you smiling and happy, even if you say to them, "Mom, Dad, I love you!"

That's enough! Understanding your parents should be the best reward for your parents, because a piece of clothing that your mother has carefully selected for you is nothing more than an ordinary act in your eyes. Dad's fatherly love is deep and often full of love for you, and you, although you know it, still don't say a word, and hit back at their most stinging words.

Children all over the world, learn to interpret the love of their parents! Warmth is not a complex thing, what it contains is nothing else, it is family affection, the true love under the sky. Understand the love of your parents and taste the warmth carefully, and you will feel that the warmth is actually very simple......