A little story about maternal love or mother ~ ~ ~ Hurry up. ....

Mothers all over the world always love their children. In my heart, my mother loves me more than other people's mothers, and I will never forget her love for me.

I remember it was noon on the third day. When I got home, my mother said to me, "George, it rained this afternoon." Change clothes and take an umbrella ... "Before my mother finished, I said," It's a beautiful day. How can it rain? " Then he slipped out of the house and came to school. In the afternoon, before school was over, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, and soon it rained cats and dogs. At that time, I was only wearing a thin dress and shivering with cold. Walking on the road, I thought: Alas, today God seems to be deliberately against me. If only I had listened to my mother. If only my mother would pick me up! At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the rain and fog, which was mother. "Mom!" I'm going to amaranth? Datura? What is the legacy? What are you doing? ┥ chord road? The protest was too strong. ? Do you want to change? What is this? Change? Art protest. ? Drag ⑾ onto the road? Cistanche deserticola? Play? 莂莂莂莂莂莂莂莂莂莂莂

When I got home, I finished my homework in a daze and went to bed. Who knew that in the middle of the night, I had a high fever, and my mother knew. She went to the hospital behind my back without hesitation. I don't know where she got such great strength. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said, "Nothing, just take an injection and take some medicine." Mom just let go of her hanging heart for me.

Maternal love is great and selfless. My mother has done a lot for me. I must repay my mother with excellent results.

Motherly love is like a mountain.

anonymous

One night, a sudden catastrophic mudslide engulfed the small mountain village. The next day, when rescuers followed the cry to dig up the soil and open the roof, they found a two-or three-year-old girl naked and curled up under the roof beam. Rescuers quickly carried the little girl out, but she refused to leave, pointing at her with a small hand and crying: "Mom-"Rescuers carefully planed down along a pair of faintly exposed mud hands, and a thrilling picture appeared in front of them: a half-naked woman, standing with her hands above her head, like a sculpture of a weightlifter ... This woman is blind and her body is already stiff. And under her, another man standing straight was dug up! It was when a woman stood on a man's shoulder and held the little girl high with both hands that the little girl miraculously became the only survivor of this mudslide!

Whether it's animals or humans. ┯ From slack to steel? Quiet? Neodymium wish? What about me? Radium? Hey, hey? Pro-cistanche and say "that"? Faint? Hey? South m? Hey? Pan? Is it better to change your home to dry one? Is it buried in the dust? α kangmu? Cover up the reason?

Love is like a mountain, as great as a mountain, as lofty as a mountain, as thick as a mountain ... maternal love is the original emotion. Only by understanding the mother's love can we love ourselves, let the generation shine and light up our future path.

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I saw such a story on TV last year. . . . .

There is a family whose daughter-in-law thinks that her mother-in-law is old and her eyes are bad and useless. Ask her husband to send her mother out. . .

The next morning, the son said to his mother, "Mom, I'll take you out for a walk." . "

The son walked into a big forest with his mother on his back. . It's almost noon. .

The son put his mother next to a big tree and said, "Mom, please sit down first. I'll be right back. " Say that finish, you have to go. .

At this moment, mother said, "Son, I know what you want to do." . . But it's hard for you to go out in this big forest, so I broke branches along the way as a sign, and I'll make sure I don't get lost when I go back. . "