Write a composition about maternal love.

Someone once asked me such a question: "What is the greatest love in the world?" At that time, I only shook my head, because I didn't know at all and I couldn't answer. Now I can simply answer, that is "maternal love". In my eyes, mother is the greatest and most sacred love, and maternal love is selfless and unrequited.

I was brought into this world by my mother. I grew up in my arms when I was a child. Now my mother encourages me to study hard and serve my country when I grow up.

My mother is great. Last summer, I was sick and the sun was shining. My mother took me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother was sweating like a pig. My mother hurried to register and took me upstairs to see a doctor. Mom came home and made medicine for me in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, ah! How hot it is! I really can't stand it. I saw my mother sweating profusely, and I said, "Mom, why don't you go out to cool off first and then come back to decoct medicine?" Mother said, "son, mother knows how you feel and wants me to go out to cool off for a while." No, you can drink it early, and your mother can rest assured. "

Motherly love is deep, emotional and endless; Maternal love is endless, it is full of countless flowers, it is full of endless floral fragrance; Motherly love is great, it contains profound meaning, it is brewing you and me. There is a familiar lyric: "Only mothers are good in the world, children with mothers are like treasures, and children without mothers are like grass."

Ah! ! ! How great is maternal love! I will study hard and repay my mother's kindness to me.

Ji 'nan Qinglong Street Primary School Class 5 (1) National Jiazheng

Snuggle up next to mom.

After dinner, I have nothing to do but read the newspaper casually. Suddenly, a message came into my eyes, Mother's Day! Look carefully, the second Sunday in May is Mother's Day every year. Isn't that tomorrow? When my heart is shaking, I can't help but feel surging, and my mind is full of thoughts. A stream of heat flooded into my heart, pounding my heart in waves, and my mind was stiff and difficult to calm down.

I also have a white-haired old mother! I don't know whether it is the cocoon of mentality or the lack of filial piety. Anyway, I haven't visited my old mother who is far away and close at hand for a long time.

In the dead of night, everything is silent, but my heart is still restless and my thoughts are wandering. A cup of strong tea, a cigarette, I quietly curled up in the dark corner of the humble room, slowly savoring the strong tea, slowly smoking the cigarette, letting the smoke turn into wisps of faint filaments at will, permeating the narrow indoor space ring by ring, turning into faint clouds, flying through the gap in the window lattice, and my immersed thoughts also rippled, sublimated and floated. Through the deep, dark, empty and silent night sky, souls and thoughts slowly gather, wander and fall back with a heavy weight. People seem to have returned to the intimate and familiar room in their hometown yard and stood beside their old mother. Her white hair and knees are weak and slim, her face is full of wrinkles and warmth, and she gazes at her son kindly, so comfortable and happy, so sweet from the heart.

A son will never grow up in his mother's eyes, he will never be sensible, he will never take care of himself, he will always be so stupid in his mother's eyes, his son will always be a sharp heart, his son will always be his mother's baby, and his son will always be his son. No matter how excellent, capable, beautiful and mature your son is in the outside world, this will always be the biggest concern of his mother, even if you are 70 or 80 years old.

Mother is a hotbed of her son's warm attachment, a warm bed and the most comfortable territory for her son. Her kindness and love will always be the source of her son's happiness.

From ignorance, every time I beg my mother to go out and come back, there will always be the sweetest and most delicious, that is, or the most difficult years. My mother would rather be hungry than wear a thin coat that is difficult to keep out the cold, and she will also let the baby eat well and wear warm clothes. There will always be new clothes for the New Year. The son's laughter and crying are the happiest and most worrying things for the mother.

In my family, as long as I can remember, no matter how hard the years are, how hard the economy is, and even when we can't eat steamed bread in the four seasons, my mother will steam many attractive white-flour steamed bread for our brothers and sisters on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month every year, and promise to make delicious white rice and braised pork stew for us at noon on New Year's Eve, so that our brothers and sisters can have a hearty meal. It's still so tempting to think of it today. For this reason, my mother has been ridiculed by many village women, saying that her mother will not waste her life at random. Because other people's Chinese New Year buns are steamed for the first time on September 29th or New Year's Eve.

I think only I can understand the mystery of mother's feelings and kindness. This habit has continued in my family until today. Although every day is as beautiful as Chinese New Year, my mother is still so stubborn and persistent. When I was a child, I only helped my mother pull the bellows to light the fire. Now that I have a gas stove, I have to sit in my mother's hot pit and do nothing. I snuggled up to my mother warmly, enjoying the comfort of maternal love like a fairy, slowly savoring the greedy memories of my childhood brought by maternal love and feeling the warmest affection in maternal love.

Mom! Your old man has worked hard all his life, for the sake of his children. With the help of this most solemn festival, my unfilial son presents the most fragrant and warm carnation in the world!

God is my witness! My son will never forget your kindness!

May-give it to my mother.

/Author: Yuhang [Collection of Author's Works] Date: May 2006-1317: 21:13

Childhood is like a meteor across the sky, but it quickly dissipates in the light; Teenagers, like running water, passed away without a trace, but now I, a young man, suffer in real life like fried dough sticks. Mother, my mother, was born and raised in the countryside and raised children in the countryside. She never knew that one day in May would be her birthday and that of all the mothers in the world, let alone what carnations represented. At this time, the bayberry in my hometown should be a mature season, and the plum rain has begun to moisten the branches and leaves of the earth. In the field, the hillside should be full of mother's familiar back.

The weather in Beijing is getting warmer. I took off the sweater vest that accompanied me all winter, piled her at the bottom of the box and never washed her again. Looking at this increasingly old sweater, I can see the wool in my mother's hand when I left and Meng Jiao's song, "The thread in the loving mother's hand, the wanderer's own coat, leave tightly, fearing that the delay will make him go home late." This poem.

I never called my mother on Mother's Day. I will never say' Happy Birthday' to her on that day, whether in advance or later. Because she never knew that day was her so-called mother's birthday, in her hope, she only knew that around this day, her distant son would call her. She won't be disappointed to know that she didn't receive a phone call on Mother's Day, nor will she be sweet to know that she received a phone call on Mother's Day. Let this mother regard it as a dream in her heart and sleep forever!

Some time ago, my mother called to ask me what the weather is like here, whether it is as cold and windy as she saw on TV. She took a slow breath when she heard me say that everything was natural. When she was about to hang up, she told me quietly and gently that she wanted to go to her sister's side. On the one hand, I can help my sister with the children, on the other hand, I can do something to earn a little money. I know she is asking for my advice. Her voice is so gentle, so peaceful, so eager. I said, "You can go if you want, as long as your father agrees!" "On the second call, she told me that she wouldn't go, and she couldn't let go of this family. On second thought, she still stayed at home honestly and comfortably. Holding the phone, I didn't say anything, and the faint hoarse blurred my throat. I can't hide my confused eyes and hoarse voice. I want to hang up as soon as possible. It's just that my mother is still there telling me about my life.

I was about to hang up when my eyes suddenly stopped loudly. The sudden sound overwhelmed me, and I quietly listened to my mother's gentle greetings after I shouted loudly. She knew that I was always afraid of the cold, so she kept asking me if I had taken off my sweater. I think this may be the reason why she shouted. At that time, I couldn't help thinking of her "pedantry" worrying about my mother.

On me, I'm wearing a sweater vest. This used to be a sweater, but now it's a vest. When I put it on, many people were surprised why my vest was like this. In fact, who knew that my mother couldn't knit day and night when I came to Beijing?

When I came to Beijing that year, it was also my first time to travel far away. Mother doesn't know how cold it is in Beijing, but she knows that I can never resist the cold. I decided to study in Beijing for only a week, and I rushed to knit this sweater for me. At the end of August, Hunan was still quite hot. In such hot weather, you can imagine the feeling of interweaving with wool for a week without tasting nature.

The morning before I left, my mother rubbed her eyes and sighed and said to me, "Alas! There is no time. I can't finish knitting this sweater. I can't knit two sleeves. You can use them as vests. This vest is always much warmer than what you bought. " Looking at my mother's red eyes, I don't know when the red eye crawled into mine. I didn't say anything, just silently put the new incomplete sweater on the bottom of my box gently and quickly.

It's been almost four years now, except that my mother washed this sweater for me when I went back for the first year of Chinese New Year. I haven't washed this sweater for four years. It rained for the first time in Beijing in May, and the weather was particularly sunny after the rain. Stroking this aging vest in the silent night, the night seemed unusually quiet, except for the bright moon shining on me.

What a beautiful carnation!

/Author: qidan525 [Collection of Author's Works] Date: May 2006-118:15:19

Editor's note: That little bit of unlit light is illuminating our beloved world!

Mother's Day is coming, and the streets and alleys are filled with the fragrance of carnations, as if waving to passers-by, "It's time to bless mom".

There is a middle-aged woman beside her, staring at a carnation in a daze. Does she want her children to send her one? My eyes shone with the light of asking for credit, and my expression was the same as my mother's. I suddenly trembled: My mother and daughter have grown up so big that I have never sent you a flower.

In my childhood memory, I blame my mother because she didn't give me a warm and happy home and a happy childhood like other people's mothers.

My mother is a typical professional woman. She keeps house diligently and methodically, but her mother has a bad hobby-nagging, so she and her father often quarrel. Maybe their marriage war started before I was born. As long as I can remember, my mind has been full of "smoke of war" and "chaos on the battlefield" How sensible I am, how can I judge people's color. I always clean up the battlefield afterwards and walk with tears in my eyes. So, I formed a habit. Every time I hear loud talk or hawking, I feel inexplicable palpitations, thinking that my mother is nagging my parents to quarrel. This habit was slowly changed when I left home to study far away. So my dislike for her has been deeply rooted since I was a child. Naturally, every time she quarrels with her father, I will blame her inexplicably and ignore her in a rage.

I remember once, the night before I took the entrance exam, my father came home after drinking. As soon as I entered the door, I heard my mother shouting and cursing, and her voice was thrown very high. Father didn't wake up and insisted. A big war broke out inevitably, and cries, curses and fights filled the whole room with alcohol. My brother and sister cried and looked at the broken furniture all over the floor. I threw away the materials for preparing for the exam and shouted at my mother, "You are sick. When he is drunk, you know what you are arguing with him. You don't want a divorce. " My mother looked at me stupefied, with tears in the dim light, unkempt hair tilted to one side, and her mouth kept shaking, trying to say something, and her mouth was still stained with blood. I couldn't stand it any longer and ran out without saying "I hate you". I stayed at my classmate's house for one night and watched other people's mothers prepare exam materials and food for their children. I swallowed my tears and hated my mother even more. Later, I heard from my sister that my mother prepared food and luggage for me in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, I didn't go home to get it. My mother stood on my way to school, with tears in her eyes, sighed and looked at me angrily. I felt sad when I imagined my mother's scene, but I still didn't forgive her because I didn't get into my dream school.

Since then, I have misunderstood my mother more and more, so that I haven't been home for half a year. One day, I got a call from my mother saying that I was in a hurry to go home. I panicked and had a hunch that it would not be a good thing. I hurried home and saw that my relatives and neighbors surrounded the whole yard, and the steps were filled with large and small medicine bottles. Several doctors are busy with medicine bottles and infusion sets. Tears blurred my eyes. Poor little brother was lying on the bed in front of me, and his mother didn't cry. There is no expression on his pale and haggard face. The trembling mouth opened and closed, as if to say something. Only those muddy and bloodshot frightened eyes looked at the doctor angrily, hoping to get some comfort from him. When the doctor shook his head and said that he was helpless, when his brother stopped breathing, and when the crying filled the whole crowd, she was no longer silent. She beat her bed like crazy, cried twice, and then fainted. For a mother, nothing is more painful and helpless than watching her child die. My sister and I helped her into the room. She opened her weak eyes slightly and said softly, "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't make you happy. If you want to blame me, blame me for not taking good care of you ... ""Mom, don't say anything, you have a good rest. " I sobbed and wiped her face with an ice towel. This is my first time to wipe my mother's face. Looking at her aging face and dyed white hair, her weak body is still shaking slightly. For the first time, I found that my mother was so desolate. She is just a weak woman struggling on the road of life, a wife who has devoted all her youth and body and mind to her family, and a mother who is helpless in the face of her son's death. She also needs love, too much love and care, and who gave it to her? Her parents? Her husband? Her children? No, they just asked her for it and trampled on it without stint. Who really cares about and understands her? Mom, my mom, why didn't you tell me about your pain? I have hurt you more than once. How can I forgive myself?

My mother has changed a lot since then. She doesn't nag endlessly like before, her voice is not so sharp, and her war with her father is not so frequent, but she smiles a lot less. Seeing her smile occasionally is just a sad touch. Occasionally, her mouth will open and close trembling, and her turbid eyes will still look at it angrily and say nothing, but I know that she is deeply sorry, complaining and guilty for not giving us a happy family.

It's time for me to do something for my mother. My son wants to support me, and I will regret it for the rest of my life without my relatives. I picked up the phone and dialed the long-lost number. My mother's familiar and unfamiliar voice came from inside, which once made me so scared, so palpitation and so disgusted. Now it sounds so warm and full of love. "Mom, I will go home to see you in a couple of days." "Really? What time? Then you should be careful. " Mother said with a smile, but I clearly heard the sobbing on the phone. My mother must be thinking about what to cook for me.

I walked to the flower shop, and the dazzling array of carnations were in full bloom, as if welcoming the arrival of summer, just like my mother's smiling face. The poor inherit the tradition. Like thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, our mothers are worried about waiting for their children. They have devoted all their body and life energy to this, giving all their love and heart to their families and children, with no regrets. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will cry dry the wick. "What a beautiful carnation! How much maternal love you have!

Mom, I love you!

/Author: Michelle [Collection of Author's Works] Date: May 7, 2006 0: 02: 06

Editor's note: Mom, I love you!

My mother is a very strange woman to me. She is strong and fragile.

I didn't like my mother very much when I was a child. Because I still have two twin brothers. Although they are only two years younger than me, I have to take care of them because of this. If one of them has any mistakes or injuries, my mother always makes fun of me first. Like my childhood, rattan seems to be the best education for parents, and it is common for children to be beaten.

I was not a very disobedient child when I was a child, but my personality was always a little stubborn. Right or wrong, I will try my best to defend myself. But the dignity of parents can never be challenged, so the punishment I receive is often disproportionate to the pain I suffer, and I often feel resentment when I am not sensible. But the hatred at that time has now become childish.

Mother not only acts as a strict educator in the family, but also bears the livelihood of the whole family. Since childhood, almost all the tuition and living expenses are borne by my mother alone. Born in the countryside, she was used to suffering since she was a child. I have never relaxed since I got married in a small town. I work hard every day so that my children can live a well-fed life. To this end, she worked as a street vendor. Every day before dawn, she picks two empty laundry baskets to sell fruit in the wholesale market, and often insists on selling the fruit before going home. My mother is not tall, and I don't know if it is because of the burden of being full of fruit that makes her like that. For a time, she worked as a coolie on the dock. I still can't believe how a little person like her can walk back and forth more than a dozen times with a sack weighing dozens of pounds. I often imagine her as a coolie. Tired sweat soaked her thin clothes, and she always panted back after putting down the burden on her shoulders, for fear that all the goods would be moved away and her income would be reduced. Every time I think about this, I always feel a pain in my heart and I can't breathe.

Although mother is strict with us, she is also the one who loves us the most. What impressed me most was that she gave each of us a bag of fireworks on New Year's Eve. On that day, she earned fifty dollars as a coolie, but she bought a bag of fireworks for each of us for more than ten dollars. I was twelve years old that year, but I began to understand. I ran to the balcony with fireworks and cried quietly. Tears have the taste of happiness and the bitterness of love. But she didn't care about my mood and turned to the kitchen to get busy, because everything she did was taken for granted. I think the greatness of mother lies in that she doesn't know her greatness.

After we grew up, my mother walked many times because of my father's tyranny, but she always hid in a corner near us and appeared in front of us at the right time. She always looks haggard because she misses her children. She is a poor woman, because no matter how much she has done for her family, she can't get gentle treatment from her father. Only when she saw us grow up healthily in our daily life did she feel a little comfort.

No matter how repeatedly she runs away, she will eventually come back to us. She is reluctant to leave her three young children. She knows that we can't live a good life without her care and care. So she kept getting hurt and shed sad tears when we were growing up. Although she has no regrets about the rush of life, she also endures the destruction of family discord.

What I admire is that no matter how tempered she is, she is still happy in Zhihu. She often talks and laughs with us, and her warm heart has made her a wide range of friends. She can always make a large group of friends anywhere. What hardships life has given her will not reduce her enthusiasm for life, and her attitude has benefited me a lot. She once told me that the fortune teller said that the first half of her life was destined to be hard and painful, but the second half would be peaceful and happy, so she was always full of confidence in life.

Maybe the fortune teller is really Lai Buyi, and now she has left her unrepentant father and lived by her own efforts. Because her children have grown up and have an independent life, she doesn't need to worry about anything, and her strong personality never lets her children worry about her. Now she looks very young and energetic, and she is still full of good wishes for life! This makes me feel very happy!

Her life may seem ordinary to others, but she wrote an extraordinary history for my life. I really can't sum up everything about her in a few words, and it's hard to fully express my gratitude to her in words. The day before Mother's Day, I specially wrote this feeling to praise my most lovely mother. I will always remember all her bitterness and dedication.

Really, I haven't told her a lot from my heart, but every Mother's Day in the future, I will sincerely say a word to her: Mom, I love you!

Ouch, mom

/Author: Barefoot Fish [Collection of Authors] Date: May 2006-1019: 42: 41

Editor's note: Happiness slowly precipitates in the years and stays in my heart forever.

There is a kind of love that can stimulate a person's inner potential and help you overcome difficulties. It subtly adjusts our lives and makes us feel that the world is lovely and beautiful. When I am struggling in frustration and helplessness, I will think of her love and her eyes. It was sincere eyes that touched me; That is a melancholy look, let me ask myself and answer; It was an inspiring look that touched me for a long time.

Because of family reasons, because my mother is ill in hospital, and because two houses are being built at home, I am integrated into this society. The complexity of society and fierce competition make me more and more vulnerable between doubt, melancholy, sadness and melancholy. My life has just been guaranteed, not to mention having money to send home. Hard work and mental helplessness make me feel very tired. Is my mother lying in the hospital bed waiting for me to bring her back a little hope? Is the father thinking that there is a daughter running around to solve the difficulties at home? I am really tired. I walked from one end of the familiar path to the other, and then came back from that end. In order to get rid of my unhappiness, I kicked the pebbles on the road. It was not until the pebbles hit the lamppost that I came to my senses. The lamppost was shaking, not because the pebbles hit it, nor because of the wind. Maybe it's lamenting my present situation.

When I went home empty-handed, my parents were happy for my return. Everyone in the village knew I was going home and came to see me. "Hey, why are you so thin when you work outside without food?" A middle-aged woman asked me, as if deliberately stretching her voice. "You are beautiful, but her mother works a few months later than you, eats fat for nothing, and sends money home every month. It's lucky." I stayed, my already cold heart froze in that cold winter, and my heart ached faintly. Don't I want my parents to have a better life? In order to reduce the burden on my family, I didn't walk into the university gate. I dare not let myself regret, because I know the situation at home. Countless reasons why I don't cry. Looking at my mother, I found a crystal liquid overflowing from her eyes.

Oh, mom, what can I do to save you from such cynicism? They have been making fun of my mother for giving birth to two daughters. It's no use asking us to read too many books. Am I really useless now? Looking at the clothes that have been worn for two years, then at the shoes that are about to degum, and at the simple new year's goods prepared by my parents for the New Year, tears still betrayed me.

I have been busy with my work since the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. My sister will go to a distant university in September, and I will go back to congratulate her. I took back the money I wanted to send. I still see that woman. "You are a good boy. Your mother is really lucky. See that you are filial and know how to send money home. "

"What money?"

"Oh, send is send, what else? Afraid I'll borrow money from your family? " Said proudly walked away.

"I ┅ ┅ I ┅ ┅ I, mom, what's going on? Did you really accept that boy's money? " I'm a little out of control. I know, that boy is very kind to me and cares more about my family. He once said that he was willing to help me solve all the difficulties in my family.

"What do you think I am that kind of person? No matter how difficult it is at home, I will not bet on your happiness. " I have never seen my mother so angry. This is the first time.

There are only me and my sister in the room. She couldn't hold her breath and shouted at me, "It's all right this time. Mom doesn't know how sad she is. Don't you know that her illness is just right? " You're still mad at her like that. People always say you don't care about your family. You haven't sent a penny to your family for so long. My uncle's son has sent a letter for such a long time and has never seen your money order. "

"I don't send money to report to them? Can't I transfer money through the bank? Why should I send money? " Full of anger, I want to send it all out at the first time.

"You don't care, parents they can be laughed at by others every day, mother can only steal tears. You know that. As far as our small village is concerned, the slightest sign of trouble will cause a heated debate. Can they be comfortable without making trouble in the first half of the year? Mom and dad, they also said they were sorry for you. At the beginning, you couldn't go to school to build a house. If time could be turned back, they would still let you go to school. They feel too guilty for you, so mom she ┅ ┅ "

"What's the matter with mom? Tell me quickly? "

"She sent money home in your name."

"What?" I pinched my arm to prove that my ears were not wrong. Mom, is she really crazy?

"Look at these money orders!" My sister took out some money orders from the drawer and handed them to me. The remitter is all my name and the address is where I work.

Oh, mom ┅ ┅ I'm sifting through the pieces of my life. I seem to see my mother's trembling hands when filling out the money order. That kind of scene, that kind of fragment, that kind of true feelings is where love lies. My heart was almost broken. The reason why it is not broken is because the love of parents is stuck. My spirit is almost too excited, how unfortunate life is, natural disasters and man-made disasters are all over the world, secular troubles happen all the time, and how lucky I am, because I am enjoying family happiness. Suddenly I feel so happy, and that kind of happiness slowly precipitates in the days and years and stays in my heart forever.

I don't want to talk. I feel powerless to say anything. I walked quickly to my mother's room.

Be grateful for your mother's kindness.

/Author: Flowers bloom without pistil [Collection of Author's Works] Date: May 7, 2006 13: 55: 17

There is always a very complicated mood for mother. I always want to do something for her, but I can only silently accept the endless love around her, but I can't do anything.

I'm afraid of bugs, and I don't know when to start. I remember that winter, as soon as I came home from the wild, I couldn't wait to sit in front of the TV, fascinated by it. I suddenly caught a glimpse of a big caterpillar crawling leisurely on my sleeve. I instinctively bounced back from my chair, accompanied by screams, and my mother sitting on the side did not know the situation. She began to rush out, holding a half-eaten rice bowl in her hand, but she suddenly realized something without walking a few steps and stopped to watch. It's too big ... "My mother's hanging heart, like a drowning person, finally found a fulcrum and continued to smile comfortably. Looking at the bowl still in my mother's hand, I can't help laughing when I think of her mess just now. " You just want to run for your life, not your own daughter! "I don't blame my mother, really, not at all. I always thought everyone was selfish, but now I don't trust anyone completely. Therefore, I always take my mother's "escape" behavior for granted.

However, what happened again and again shocked me. I never thought I was moved, just for TV or novels. It was my mother who changed my point of view again and again with her actions. Yes, I can deny everything, but I have to believe that maternal love is true.

There was a minor change at home, and the helpless mother had to shoulder the burden of family life with her thin shoulders. The seventh month of the lunar calendar is the season of typhoon and the season of school. Seeing that the school day is approaching, the savings at home are really thin and almost bottomed out, which is not enough for the tuition of our three sisters. The competitive mother just gritted her teeth and carried it down by herself.

I remember that the strong wind swept everything that day and many trees nearby were uprooted. Even the chickens and ducks that run all over the street every day have disappeared at the moment. In others' eyes, it was an absolutely bad day, but mom didn't. She thinks this is an opportunity, an opportunity to make money. Because no one wants to go out on a stormy day, all the vendors in the market closed down. However, stormy days come and go quickly, when the storm stops.

Bad weather money is often squeezed out of the hands of death. When crossing the sea-crossing bridge, the evil wind has turned into Mao Mao rain, dancing in the breeze, and hardworking people began to work on the roadside, but the road was slippery and heavy, and my mother even rolled off the bridge with her car.