Essay in praise of mother s love Ladies and gentlemen, the speed at which you know, post thank you,

Won't you praise your mother, stupid? Look at how stupid you are.

There was a poacher who found a herd of Tibetan antelopes in the mountains, and just as he was about to shoot, the sheep ** was in danger and quickly wanted to flee. The hunters pursued with their guns raised, and the sturdy Tibetan antelope ran in front, leaving the smaller antelope behind. When they reached a canyon, the rest of the Tibetan antelopes jumped over one after another, leaving only a mother and child.

The poachers soon caught up with the mother and son, who were left behind. The Tibetan antelope has a strong ability to bounce, and when it is fast, it can travel several feet away. Antelope that is not yet fully grown cannot jump that far.

It is clear that in such a dangerous situation, it will either fall into a deep ravine and fall to pieces, or it will fall into the hands of poachers, and the female antelope will be able to jump over the canyon to escape.

The poachers followed, and when they reached the end of the canyon, the mother and son jumped at the same time, but the moment they bounced, the mother slowed down, and used almost as much force as the little antelope. The mother descended in mid-air ahead of the little antelope, and the little antelope stepped on the mother's back steadily, took off the second time as a fulcrum, and successfully escaped to the opposite canyon, but its mother was unable to take off the second time, and fell to her death like a deep valley.

This scene shocked the poachers! He fell to his knees, and with tears in his eyes he carried the spear of sin into the valley.

Although maternal love does not have to be at the cost of suicide, that drop is the sublimation of maternal love, the highest state of maternal love, and it moves the heavens and the earth; That kneeling is the awakening of conscience, and it is also the sincere admiration for mother's love. One is the sacrifice of love, and the other is the awakening of love.

Mother's love is like water, mother's love is boundless, and the vast text is like a sea of smoke to recite the praise of mother. Mothers are not only the creators of life, but also the creators of life. When a child comes into this world, the first person he sees when he opens his eyes is his mother, and the one who has the most contact with him is his mother, through whom he knows the world.

The hand that moves the world is the hand that cradles the cradle, and a good mother must be armed with the best cultural talents in the world, and the work of a mother is the work of nurturing people, the work of the most creative and imaginative, and the noble work that no other job can match. "Motherhood is not only a role, but also a profession, a profession that will never go out of style, that will always need to be learned, and that will never be eliminated by society.

Mother's love is like the sun, no matter how long it takes, no matter how far you go, you will feel her shine and warmth.

The sentence in praise of motherly love is as follows:

1. Mother! In your hands is the power to save the world.

2. For a man with a good mother, all women are sacred.

3. My character and expectations of myself come from my mother's demand for my holiness.

4. When you look at the world, you will have doubts about women, but when you look at your mother, you will not be able to continue to doubt.

5. Only mothers understand what love and happiness are.

6. There is no better, deeper, more selfless, more wild and real feeling in the world than the mother's caressing.

7, bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry. The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

8, the white-headed old mother covered the door and cried, and pulled the sleeves of her shirt to annihilate the state.

9, frost reed flower tears wet clothes, white head no more leaning on the firewood. In the Huangmei rain in May last year, Zeng pawned the robe and returned to the rice.

11. All the glory and pride in the world come from the mother.

12. Mother's love is a huge flame.

13, 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.

14. Mother's love is a song of zither in trouble, when you are depressed, the elegant melody is fluttering, and the eyes are immediately verdant, mother's love is a landscape painting, washing away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural.

15, the love of the son is endless, and he is happy to return home. The cold clothes are densely sewn, and the ink marks of the family letter are new. When he met Pian Qingqing, Hu'er asked about the hardships. I am ashamed of the Son of Man and dare not sigh for the dust.

1.The grace of mother's love flows with the rivers and shines with the sun and the moon.

2.Mom, give you all my love, you are my only blessing in this life.

3.Mom, your sedan chair is the warmest. No matter how far I go, I will always cherish you in my heart.

4.In the eyes of the mother, the child is always the child, and in the child's mouth and heart, the mother is God.

5.Some people say that there is no eternal love in the world. I can't say that! A mother's love is eternal, and she is a star that never falls.

6.You are a big tree that leans on you to fantasize in spring, flourish in summer, mature in autumn, and contemplate in winter.

7.I heard that God could not be everywhere, so he created Mom. The word mother, just screaming, also felt choked in the throat. Mom, the most powerful name.