Write an essay on maternal love, please call me to write thank you

Updated on educate 2024-07-09
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-12

    The sons and daughters of the world, looking at their mothers with gray temples, which one is not extremely sad?

    The love that motherly gives us is simple, real, stern, and sometimes a little poetic.

    In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, it was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, it was my mother who was happy for my learning and progress.

    Think about it, in my life, when was there no mother? Whenever I cried, my mother comforted me; Whenever I felt like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother opened her wide arms and gave me a breath of warmth and love.

    Once, my mom and dad and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I hadn't eaten yet, and my saliva was pouring out. After my mother cut the melon, she first gave me a piece of melon with few seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the flesh of the melon is not very sweet.

    But motherly love can also be harsh at times. I've always had a bad habit of being sloppy. Once in a math exam, I made a lot of mistakes because of my sloppiness.

    When I got home, my mother criticized me severely. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and he doesn't want to scold me, but only in this way can I get rid of my sloppy problem.

    The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late" Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin" allows us to experience the intensity and depth of maternal love. Although the selflessness of maternal love is not directly written, the silent maternal love is sewn into the thin clothes, as the poem says:

    Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with Sanchunhui, "Yes, my mother has paid everything for us, with hard work." They don't want anything in return, their biggest wish is to see their children healthy, happy, and safe. Mother's love is nothing substituted, because he is so warm and moisturizing.

    Mother's love is a cup of coffee, and only by tasting it can you taste it; Mother's love is a song, only when you sing it with your heart, you will find that it is the most beautiful song in the world; Mother's love is a book, a book that we can never finish reading and reading through.

    Mother's love is selfless, mother's love is priceless!

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-11

    Don't you have a mother's love yourself? Mother's love, is it yours that others feel? Are you even too embarrassed to find an answer?

    With the theme of mother's love, write about one of your most memorable things) Don't you feel mother's love for one thing when you're so old? This is the sorrow of your mother and the sorrow of your humanity ... What do you feel every day? Is it self-centered?

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-10

    Lingering affection in the rain When it rained, I thought of you, my mother, and I thought of the incident on a rainy day......I just want to apologize to you and say, "Mom, I'm sorry! "It's time for sketching class on Sunday, and you've come all the way back from class to see me off.

    But the sky was not beautiful, and suddenly it rained. You pedal your bike hard, the raindrops of beans fall on your face, your clothes, your glasses, and sweat slides silently over your face, and you don't bother to wipe it, but you still ride hard. I leaned my umbrella to you, but you said with concern

    Don't hit me, you just had a stomach slab yesterday, don't catch a cold again. I was speechless, so I kept the umbrella on me. When I arrived at school, I saw that there was no one for four weeks, and I began to panic

    Don't skip class today! My mother gave up even taking a nap in class in order to send me off, but if she had to send me home again, wouldn't that be a mess? I hurriedly jumped out of the car and went to ask the man who was guarding the door.

    After asking, I only felt like five thunderbolts, almost scared out of a "heart attack". Too bad, no class today! I walked up to you and whispered

    Sorry, Mom, there is no sketching class today. You listened to it with a pleasant face, pondered for a moment, and kindly nodded the tip of my nose and said, "I knew that I might not have class today, but I was afraid that if class would delay your study, little fool."

    I'll send you home again! When I heard this, I quickly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work?"

    I'll walk back on my own. You smiled and said, "If you go home by yourself as a child, can I, as a parent, rest assured?"

    Hurry up and get in the car! I got into the car as I was told. Along the way, the road was sometimes smooth and sometimes potholed, and I felt guilty for some reason, feeling sorry for my mother.

    But my mouth couldn't open as if I had been smeared with super glue, and even if I did, my throat couldn't make a sound. When I got home, I stood at the door of the building, watching your disappearing figure disappear in the vast rain and fog, and I suddenly realized that you were such a great ......

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