Essay on the theme of discovering mother, inscription of essay about mother

Busy mother.

We grew up in the love of our parents, who were kind smiles, kind words, enthusiastic encouragement, and strict requirements. It is the love that our parents give us and the life that we do. And the parents who love us the most in the world and provide for me.

Accepting family affection is the happiest thing in our lives, there is a good saying, love is blind, maternal love is especially blind, great maternal love, when he loses his sense of proportion and style, often seems so stupid and ridiculous. Yes, our parents love us, we should love our parents, I remember once, my mother said that she would take me to Huizhou to play on my birthday, and it was this sentence that made me wait until I lost my soul. I couldn't pay attention during class.

I knew that it was my birthday, so I wore beautiful clothes and asked my mother to go to Huizhou to play, and in an instant, I felt an ominous premonition, it turned out that there was a principal who asked my mother to go to Hunan for a meeting. But what I didn't expect was that my mother actually said, I'm sorry that the principal wants to take my daughter to play. After saying that, my mother took me to the car.

I asked my mother why she didn't go, and she said that if I went, you wouldn't be able to go to Huizhou to play. Yes, why didn't I think of it, my mother said I don't want my daughter to spend her birthday alone, there is a good saying, children love their parents, it is natural, parents are the only comfort, hope, encouragement, protection and refuge for children, so children snuggled in the arms of their parents are the greatest happiness in the world. In the end, I celebrated this birthday with a high heart.

After this incident, I learned that my mother would rather not have money than give up family affection. This reminds me of the saying that mothers love their children more than fathers, because mothers know that children are flesh that falls from their bodies, while fathers only think of him as their own children. This time I deeply realized the meaning of this sentence.

The teacher wants you to write about the touching of maternal love, and it is a kind of silent dedication in private. Personally, I think it's the same, and there's nothing to write about.

You can write in turn about what you found wrong about your mother, what is wrong. You are the discoverer and the corrector. Isn't it new?

Every day, we enjoy the love and attention from our parents. Wake up early, a well-matched dinner after school, and a warm quilt before going to bed. Parents do their best to provide us with the most comfortable life and the best learning environment!

We enjoy all this every day with peace of mind, and not only do we not express our gratitude to our parents, but we even think that they are too tight, too wordy, and even have the idea of getting rid of their parents' control.

While we are playing and laughing with our peers, our parents may be in a hurry to rush home from work, washing rice, washing vegetables, cooking, ......When we sweetly enter the fragrance of dreams, maybe our parents are still doing laundry, sweeping the floor, wiping dishes, ......However, who of us has really experienced the hard work behind these seemingly ordinary housework and ordinary things?

Have we ever thought that one day, Mom and Dad will grow old, if one day, you find that Dad starts to eat with dentures, swallowing hard and tasteless, and can no longer chew hard food, but in order to match your taste, he eats hard beef; If one day, you find that it is no longer your mother who is holding you when crossing the street, but your mother needs you to walk on your hand; If one day, you find that it is no longer you waiting for your parents to come home, but your parents waiting for you to come home......

When this "if one day" is truly presented in front of your eyes, will we feel incomparably heartache and regret when we look at the old bodies of our parents who have worked hard for us all their lives?!

How can the grace of nurturing be rewarded?

The countryside is sad. In the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at this end, and my mother was talking about the shed at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end

Later, nostalgia is a low grave, I am outside, my mother is inside

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.