Touched my love thread, about 600 words of composition, thank you, hurry, urgent

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Mother's love touches my affection.

Mother's love, as we all know, is great and selfless. We may not be able to repay the love our mother gave us in our lifetime, can we? The love she gives us is completely from the heart, the purest love.

After experiencing one thing, I understood the so-called mother's love!

Once, I went out to play with my friends, and when I was crossing a big road, a small car suddenly came from the opposite side, and at that time, fortunately, the car was moving very slowly, but it still hit me and I fainted on the road. The driver immediately took me to a nearby hospital, where my friends told my mother, who rushed to the hospital. She is a kind person, she did not blame the driver for his fault, on the contrary, she also thanked the driver for what he did.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I saw my mother sitting next to me, her eyes bloodshot, and she saw that her hands were still dripping with infusions. I, at this moment, wept. When my mother saw that I was awake, she smiled and said:

It's okay, it's okay, the doctor said it's just a minor trauma, and you can be discharged in a few days. ”

At this moment, I feel from the bottom of my heart that my mother is really hard and old, and my mother has become old for this happy and happy family.

I also know that the love my mother gave me will never be finished in my life; The love given by my mother does not need any reciprocation, and I also understand my mother's nagging, her nagging is also reasonable, and she also wants me to learn well.

I should be considerate of my mother's hard work, try to help her share some of the burden, and don't let my mother worry about me.

Remember!! Mother's love is great, and the love given by a mother is always from the heart! Remember - the greatness of mother's love!

In the early morning, there was a slight sound of music on the farthest horizon, tactful and melodious, like a clear spring, and every bit of coolness was distinct, and a kind of pleasure passed through my heart, sprinkled like a light rain on the boring state of mind.

That song, oh, isn't that my reason for survival? That beating note is the food for my spirit. I am a part of the world, who created me, who I came with, who is my mother, who is all my dependence, of which I often revel in.

I used to sleep in the ground, one with the earth** The call of the morning, I became a grain of crystal morning dew, distributed all over the world. With a rooster crow, the ** meeting begins. On the leaves, on the grass, on the petals, everywhere I figure, the natural conductor breeze, with that slender baton to me lightly, I fell from the leaves into the pool and made a "ding" sound.

Then I rolled down from the grass and the petals.

In the creek, there was a "dong" sound, followed by "ding" and "dong", and "ding" and "dong", and the speed of the two became faster and faster, and the speed became faster and faster, and the speed became more and more urgent, so I played the wind instrument. The breeze pointed its baton at the tree.

Leaves, thousands of leaves together make a "rustling" sound, for the ** will accompaniment. At this time, the ** meeting officially began.

We didn't have an audience, but we were successful. The true meaning of ** is not to show off your talents to the world, but to show the meaning of life. We are, we are, Lord of all.

It is the source of life on Earth, which can sanction the sun and moon and judge and praise all things in the universe. Even if one day the earth is destroyed, the solar system ceases to exist, the universe disappears, and everything will never exist again.

The world, at least, has traces of its existence in this world.

Even if it is another 100 million years, as long as ** exists, we will still exist. Life is life, life is life.