My mother always tells me some stories, which is a short essay mainly praising maternal love.

I will shed tears for the love in the world, for maternal love, for fatherly love, for lovers' love ... at the expense of love. The truth of maternal love and the selfless dedication of maternal love.

Once, I watched such a TV series. Its plot was so touching that I cried for it. ...

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One day, a little girl's mother went out to buy food, and she played hide-and-seek with her children at home. She thought of a very secluded place, a good place that no one expected. She was so proud that she was sad.

Quietly hiding behind the curtain, there is an open window behind the curtain, and the scenery outside is so exquisite, under the sky of Wei Lan.

In the distance is a lush grassland, and lazy people are walking and chatting leisurely nearby. Everything seems so beautiful, so calm, so leisurely. All the children in the room are having a good time. The little girl tried to hide.

Hide more concealed, with your back against the window. Suddenly, death came quietly to the little girl. When she was not careful, people began to fall from the sixth floor. At this time, her mother just came back from cooking, and occasionally she looked up and saw the shock.

In the scene of soul-breaking, the mother threw away everything in her hand and rushed forward in despair. The child fell into the air, and the mother flew forward on the ground, four meters, one second, three meters, two seconds … ..

One meter, a miracle appeared. The mother hugged the child who was almost fainted with fear and fell to the ground with her child in her arms. People exclaimed and were moved. What created a miracle? It's love, it's a deep and affectionate maternal love.

Ah, the child passed by death before the gate of hell, but the mother never woke up. Later, many experts came to verify the contingency and authenticity of this story. They use a lot of objects to verify, metaphorically walking from the sixth floor with puppets.

After falling, let a person stand in his mother's seat and pick it up. After many experiments, I always fail. What does this mean? It can only show that maternal love is great, true and selfless … ..

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In an extremely poor mountain village, a mother walked into the hospital on her own. The doctor told her that if she was admitted to the hospital for surgery immediately, her life could be extended by one year, but this is the sprint stage of her daughter's college entrance examination. She asked the doctor

How long can she live without surgery? The doctor told her that she could live for three months at most, and her mother calmly said "enough". She chose not to have the operation. For her daughter's future, in order not to distract her daughter, she is choosing not to do it.

Surgery. While choosing not to operate, I also chose to die. Does she really want 365 days of sunshine? No, it was her maternal love that overcame death.

In the city where we live, just like a mother, she suddenly finds herself terminally ill. On the eve of her death, she resolutely did two things: first, she burned all her photos; The second is to write a dozen letters with "heart". On the day of farewell, she picked up her/kloc-0-year-old child and said to her husband, "When I leave, you must tell the child that' Mom has gone abroad and it will take a long time to come back'".

After her death, her husband read his daughter a letter from "mother" from abroad every few months according to his wife's request. In this way, the child grew up to 3 years old in his mother's letter. On this day, her husband brought back a young woman with a suitcase. Dad said to his daughter, "Your mother is back." She will never know, and her birth mother will never come back.

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When my son was admitted to a middle school in the town, my parents were happy for a while, but before long, my mother's brow wrinkled. It turned out that my daughter's academic performance in the town middle school plummeted, which worried her parents and she went to school at home.

Borrowed a lot of debts, and now my daughter is disappointing. Isn't it a dead duck after reading for three years? Mother called her daughter back, patted her bulging belly and said to her daughter, daughter, mother is pregnant again, and Houwan tells her fortune.

Said it was a boy. I want to have him. Anyway, your academic performance has dropped a lot. I discussed it with your uncle. You can either stop reading this book or stay at my uncle's house for three years. The daughter cried when she listened to her mother's words.

To be honest, she doesn't want to leave school. Her mother looked at her daughter's bitter tears and said, as long as you study hard, her mother will eat anything. In this way, my daughter went back to school, and she spent all her time studying.

In fact, he was finally admitted to a famous university. When he got the college admission notice, he went home, but he didn't see his mother, let alone his brother. Dad took out a letter from mom, and the daughter slowly unfolded: Daughter?

I'm sorry, my mother lied to you. My mother is not pregnant. My mother's belly is bulging, which is a sign of advanced liver ascites. It's just that your study worried me, so I lied. I think you won't blame your mother, whether you get into college or not, come back.

Be sure to burn paper at mom's grave and tell mom. My daughter's tears wetted the letter.

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Motherly love is primitive emotion. Motherly love is like a mountain! A great mountain, a lofty mountain, a heavy mountain ... Only when we understand our mother's love can we love ourselves and make our future shine! The following provides a set of articles expressing maternal love as a resource to carry out comprehensive reading activities.

Motherly love is speechless

Shun Zhang

I have heard two stories about my mother.

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This happened between a homeless man and his mother. The vagrant left his hometown when his family visit expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of my son's travel bag suddenly broke. Seeing that we were about to start, my mother quickly untied herself.

Belt, end your son's trip. She blushed because of impatience and hard work when she untied her belt. The son asked his mother how to get home, and her mother said, it doesn't matter, take your time.

For many years, my son has been carrying his mother's belt with him. For years, my son has been thinking about how his mother walked home without a belt.

Another story happened between a prisoner and his mother. On the day of visiting the prison, two old mothers from poor mountainous areas came to visit their sons. Among the colorful articles of tourists; The old mother took out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. Sunflower seeds were fried, and the old mother ate them all. No skin, shiny like a dense bird tongue.

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The prisoner took this pile of sunflower seeds and his hands began to shake. Mother was speechless, lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes. She went all the way to visit her son and sold eggs and piglets. How much did she have to save to make up the return fee? Before coming, in Bai.

After a hard day, I eat melon seeds under kerosene lamps at night. Chewed melon seeds together, like a hill, grow little by little, and no one wants to eat them by himself. More than ten kilograms of melon seeds have been on for many nights.

The son who served his sentence hung his head. As a strong young man, it's time to support his mother, but he can't. Of all the people who visited the prison, his mother's clothes were the worst. Mother's bite of melon seeds contains a thousand words. The son plopped down in front of his mother, and he regretted it.

Once, a friend of my age complained to me about my mother, saying that she was illiterate, ignorant, ignorant and nagging. So I told him these two stories. After listening, his eyes were hazy and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Mother's heart

Ye Qingcheng

My friend told me that her grandmother was old and weak.

My grandmother didn't know my grandfather at first, and resolutely banned this "strange man" from going to her bed. The wife who has slept with her for 50 years has to sleep in the living room. Then one day grandma went out and disappeared. Finally, with the help of the police station, the family finally got her back. It turned out that grandma was bent on finding her childhood home and refused to admit that her present home had anything to do with her.

Coaxed and deceived, she finally persuaded her grandmother to stay, but forgot that she had brought up her nephews and nieces since childhood, thinking that they were a group of wild children and came to rob her of food. She hit them with a cane and protected her rice bowl with one hand: "Go away and don't eat my food." Let the whole family laugh and cry.

Fortunately, grandma also knows someone-a friend's mother, and remembers that she is her own daughter. Every time I see her, I always smile and call her "Mao Mao, Mao Mao". At dusk, I moved a stool and sat downstairs, nagging: "Why doesn't Mao Mao finish school?" -Even He Miaomiao's daughter graduated from college.

Grandma's family is right in this matter. If she wants to go back to her home, she will threaten her: "If you make trouble again, Mao Mao will not want you." Grandma will be quiet soon.

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One National Day, a long-distance guest came, and my friend's mother personally cooked home-cooked meals to entertain the guests. Grandma has a very strange action at the dinner table. Whenever a dish is served on the table, grandma will be alert to spy around and sneak around

Slowly, like a child who is going to steal candy. Finally, judging that no one paid attention to her, grandma put a big chopstick dish in her pocket in full view. Both the host and the guest were frightened to disgrace, but they pretended to be each other.

I didn't see it, only my grandmother herself seemed to think that she had done it cleverly and secretly, showing a cheerful smile. That meal was ... it was a little difficult.

After the last dish was served, my friend's mother was so busy that she came out of the kitchen, picked up some leftovers from the plate and asked the guests if they had eaten. At this time, my grandmother got shot and got up. -she grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled hard. Her daughter was puzzled and had to get up to accompany her.

Grandma pulled her daughter to the door all the way, warily blocked everyone's sight with her body, then fished in her pocket, smiled and took out the food just hidden inside and stuffed it into her daughter's hand: "Mao Mao, I specially left it for you, you eat, you eat."

My daughter was holding a pile of mixed and squeezed food in her hand. After a long time, she looked up and saw her mother's smiling face. She suddenly cried.

The disease cut off all the connections between grandma and the world, and made her forget all the connections and all the dear people in her life. The only thing that can't be cut is the blood relationship between mother and daughter. Her soul has slowly died under the erosion of disease, but it is her mother's heart that will never die.

Lead mom across the street.

anonymous

Going home with his wife and children on the weekend afternoon, my mother, who is nearly sixty years old, is a little overwhelmed. She must go out and buy some delicious food to entertain us. Mom said, "when you come back, mom will cook for you." This is not a burden, this is fun! " I said, "I'll go with you!" Mom said cheerfully, "OK, OK, you can buy whatever you say."

To get to the market, you need to walk on the sidewalk and then cross the street. It is the off-duty time, and the cars are coming and going in the street, and the crowds are surging. As I get older, my mother's legs look clumsy. She walked beside me with a vegetable basket, gossiping about her parents. I listened to her patiently. Can children still not listen?

Cross the road and you will find the food market. Mother stopped suddenly. She held the basket in her arms and made her right hand reach out to me. ...

In a flash, my heart trembled: what a familiar action this is!

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In primary school, I cross a road to school every day. Mother works in a packaging factory. The school is in the east of the city and the factory is in the west. My mother is worried about my accident. You have to see me off every day, and you have to see me across the street before you turn around.

Ben. When crossing the road, she always extends her right hand to me, holds my little hand in her palm and leads me across the road. Then bend down and tell him over and over again, "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming" and "Follow others when crossing the road."

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More than 20 years have passed, and the small hands of the past have grown into a pair of big hands of men. The mud-rock road in the past has been improved into a cement road. In the past, young mothers had wrinkled faces and thin fingers, but they were still so skilled in holding hands. She has suffered a lot in her life and suffered a lot, all of which were swept away by her hair, but she can never erase her love for her son.

I didn't pass my hand over, but stretched out a hand to take the basket from her arms and hold it in my hand. The other hand gently held her hand and said to her, "When I was a child, you held me every time I crossed the road. Let me hug you today! " Mother's eyes flashed with surprise and her smile rippled, like an old farmer facing a bumper harvest of farmland, like a fisherman carrying a heavy fishing net. ...