There are many kinds of love in the world, representing different meanings. It is selfless to have parents' love for their children; The love between friends is pure; Our love for the poor is sincere ... but I think what moves me most is my mother's love for me. In my opinion, there is no greater and more selfless love than maternal love.
My mother deeply cared for me with her selfless and great maternal love, which deeply moved me.
I remember one night last year, I had a high fever because of an inflamed throat. My home is far from the big hospital, and my father hasn't come home yet, so I can't wait for a taxi for the time being.
At that time, my anxious mother was desperate, picked me up and ran to the community health center near my home.
On the road, I vaguely felt that my mother was running fast on the road, and the sweat on her face was dripping on her hands, which was warm; The sweat on my back soaked my chest and it was warm.
My mother's gasps kept ringing in my ears.
In this way, she carried me back to the social health center in one breath.
Although my mother was panting and sweating, when she learned from the doctor that my condition was not very serious, her anxious expression immediately eased a lot.
I fell asleep unconsciously during intravenous drip, and when I woke up, I still saw my mother sitting by the bed. From her red eyes, I know that she didn't sleep a wink all night.
When she saw me awake, she hugged me excitedly and asked kindly, "Baby, how are you?" Is it better? "Suddenly, I felt her hot tears dripping on my forehead.
I know that this is not only emotional tears, but also my mother's meticulous care and deep love for me.
At this time, it occurred to me that when my mother was ill, she should not only take care of me, but also insist on getting up and working. I'm so tired that I'm sweating all over. I didn't wipe my mother with a towel, and I didn't do anything I could to help her, let alone ask questions.
I'm really sorry to think about it.
Mom! You work too hard! From now on, I will repay you with my best results. I must study hard and be a promising person in the future.
It is my greatest wish that you will not be tired in your later years! Motherly love is not only a formal expression, but something naturally revealed from the bottom of my heart.
We can't just ask our parents to love us, because we have grown up and our parents need our love.
Don't think that adults don't need love In fact, they are sometimes more vulnerable than us in this respect. Students, give your ardent love to your's parents without reservation. You know, children's love is also great.
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I take care of my sick mother. Can you believe it? I am a real "good boy" at home.
What? You don't believe me? Then after reading the following composition, you will be convinced! One day last winter, in the biting cold wind, my mother walked against the wind and drove me to and from school by bike.
You know, mom got sick two days ago! Finally I got home, and my pale mother was lying weakly on the sofa. I was in a hurry and touched my mother's forehead. Oh, my God, it's so hot! I quickly said, "Mom, you have a fever! Come on, I'll help you back to your room and lie down.
""well, have dinner at night ... ""let dad cook noodles! You rest, I'll get you some water! "I helped my mother to bed first, then poured a glass of water to warm her hands, and brought some vitamin C and silver cold medicine for her to take medicine.
After taking the medicine, I let my mother lie down and covered her with a warm quilt ... After my mother fell asleep, I crept open the door and rushed to the small market in the hospital to buy small rapeseed and noodles. Soon after I came home, my father came back and I told him my pulse.
Dad patted me on the shoulder approvingly and praised me for growing up.
Finally, my father and I made a pot of delicious noodles together.
When my mother woke up, she was surprised and happy. She held me in her arms and praised me: "What a good son!" ! A few days later, under the careful care of my father and I, my mother finally recovered.
After this incident, I realized how hard my mother had taken care of me before! Do you believe it? I'm really great, right?
My mother is in charge of my sick composition. If you are writing about family, you'd better choose something novel, rich in language and implicit.
The composition is as follows: the true feelings of parents' love are revealed. I remember that summer in the kindergarten class, the asthma virus pestered me.
I woke up from my sleep, coughing one after another, and even the desk beside the bed shook and echoed.
Mother heard this and immediately ran over: "Qiulu, what's wrong with you?" Drink some water! ""good ... ah! " I answered hesitantly, coughing so hard that I couldn't even speak.
My mother brought me a cup of hot water. She tasted it first, tried the water temperature, and then patted me on the back while feeding me.
I feel much more comfortable after drinking hot water.
Father heard my cough and ran from the living room to my bed. He said to his mother, "Take him to the hospital tomorrow.
Mother thought for a moment and said, "All right."
Oh, my heart is really uncomfortable! "On hearing this," I shed tears and wet my pillow.
Mom quickly brought me a towel and put it on the pillow.
The next day, my mother asked for leave and drove me to the clinic for examination and intravenous drip.
In the clinic, my mother held me in her arms, put her hand on mine and asked me what was wrong.
Dad comes home from work to cook, and then sends delicious food to the clinic ... In times of difficulty, I can always feel the warmth of fatherly love and maternal love, which surrounds my back like air. This article is not the author's improvisation, but a memory eight years later. Therefore, there is an aesthetic distance between "tears" and "back", each of which contains the emotional implication and the accumulation of many meanings brought about by the passage of time.
This can be confirmed by a series of "awakening" words in the article Back, such as "I can't forget it the most", "I was really smart at that time" and "I think about it now, I was really smart at that time!" Wait a minute.
Me.
It is this kind of love that makes me sensible and strong, and lets me know why I should be grateful for my parents' love for us.
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My mother took care of my composition when I was ill. If you are writing about family, you'd better choose something with novel materials, rich language and subtlety.
The composition is as follows: the true feelings of parents' love are revealed. I remember that summer in the kindergarten class, the asthma virus pestered me.
I woke up from my sleep, coughing one after another, and even the desk beside the bed shook and echoed.
Mother heard this and immediately ran over: "Qiulu, what's wrong with you?" Drink some water! ""good ... ah! " I answered hesitantly, coughing so hard that I couldn't even speak.
My mother brought me a cup of hot water. She tasted it first, tried the water temperature, and then patted me on the back while feeding me.
I feel much more comfortable after drinking hot water.
Father heard my cough and ran from the living room to my bed. He said to his mother, "Take him to the hospital tomorrow.
Mother thought for a moment and said, "All right."
Oh, my heart is really uncomfortable! "On hearing this," I shed tears and wet my pillow.
Mom quickly brought me a towel and put it on the pillow.
The next day, my mother asked for leave and drove me to the clinic for examination and intravenous drip.
In the clinic, my mother held me in her arms, put her hand on mine and asked me what was wrong.
Dad comes home from work to cook, and then sends delicious food to the clinic ... In times of difficulty, I can always feel the warmth of fatherly love and maternal love, which surrounds my back like air. This article is not the author's improvisation, but a memory eight years later. Therefore, there is an aesthetic distance between "tears" and "back", each of which contains the emotional implication and the accumulation of many meanings brought about by the passage of time.
This can be confirmed by a series of "awakening" words in the article Back, such as "I can't forget it the most", "I was really smart at that time" and "I think about it now, I was really smart at that time!" Wait a minute.
Me.
It is this kind of love that makes me sensible and strong, and lets me know why I should be grateful for my parents' love for us.
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Write that I am sick and my mother will take care of me. The composition is not less than 700 words. My mother always gives me meticulous care and care in life and study, and I feel her warmth and great maternal love! What impressed me the most was when I was in the second grade. One night, I felt a little headache, a little dizzy and weak all over.
My mother touched my forehead and asked anxiously, "Is it uncomfortable? Ah, I have a fever.
"My mother quickly took my temperature and took me to the hospital at 39 degrees Celsius.
Queue, registration, payment, inspection ... The doctor said I had to be hospitalized.
So, my mother quickly went to the hospital again, hurriedly pulled me to the ward, and quickly asked the nurse to give me infusion.
It was late, and I was lying in the hospital bed, vaguely feeling that my mother touched my forehead from time to time, took my temperature for a while, and put a wet towel on my forehead for a while.
During my stay in hospital, in order not to delay my homework, my mother carefully explained the math problems and read the text to me every day, and asked the teacher about my daily classroom homework and homework. Under her patient guidance, I didn't delay my study because of hospitalization.
Mother's love is selfless, and having her love and care is my greatest happiness.
I must study hard and try to repay my mother with better grades.
Mom, I love you! ...
I want to write a composition. My mother is ill and I am taking care of her. Mother is ill, lying in bed, her face is very old, and her pale face looks strange.
It hurts too much. Dad goes to work and I take care of her at home.
Mom looks hot. I hope he will recover soon, so I will cover her with more quilts, which should make her sweat! I prepared a wet towel for my mother and put it on her head to cool her down, hehe.
Yes, mom is much better.
I boiled hot water for my mother to drink, and my mother nodded, looking much better.
This gives me great comfort and motivation. I quickly prepared hot water to give my mother a bath. I helped her take a bath, and then I took my mother out for a walk to relax.
At noon, I took my mother home and cooked by myself.
Hehe, my cooking should be edible! This is the first time.
I prepared the simplest soup, ginseng chicken soup and tomato, fungus and egg soup. The oil didn't jump around today I'm curious about this.
Hehe, this is my buddy. Good for me, hehe.
So I brought my mother to the table and let her taste the first meal I cooked for her. My mother smiled with satisfaction, with a sweet smile and a warm heart.
In the afternoon, accompany my mother to read books, watch TV and go to the park with her. Finally, because of my efforts, my mother got sick and soon recovered.
Super happy and tired, suddenly talking about the sofa, hehe, my mother is busy these days, really happy hehe.
My mother took care of my composition when I was ill. I want to write down the actions of my mother when she takes care of me in detail! The most important thing is ... if you are writing about family, you'd better choose novels, rich in language and subtle things.
The composition is as follows: the true feelings of parents' love are revealed. I remember that summer in the kindergarten class, the asthma virus pestered me.
I woke up from my sleep, coughing one after another, and even the desk beside the bed shook and echoed.
Mother heard this and immediately ran over: "Qiulu, what's wrong with you?" Drink some water! ""good ... ah! " I answered hesitantly, coughing so hard that I couldn't even speak.
My mother brought me a cup of hot water. She tasted it first, tried the water temperature, and then patted me on the back while feeding me.
I feel much more comfortable after drinking hot water.
Father heard my cough and ran from the living room to my bed. He said to his mother, "Take him to the hospital tomorrow.
Mother thought for a moment and said, "All right."
Oh, my heart is really uncomfortable! "On hearing this," I shed tears and wet my pillow.
Mom quickly brought me a towel and put it on the pillow.
The next day, my mother asked for leave and drove me to the clinic for examination and intravenous drip.
In the clinic, my mother held me in her arms, put her hand on mine and asked me what was wrong.
Dad comes home from work to cook, and then sends delicious food to the clinic ... In times of difficulty, I can always feel the warmth of fatherly love and maternal love, which surrounds my back like air. This article is not the author's improvisation, but a memory eight years later. Therefore, there is an aesthetic distance between "tears" and "back", each of which contains the emotional implication and the accumulation of many meanings brought about by the passage of time.
This can be confirmed by a series of "awakening" words in the article Back, such as "I can't forget it the most", "I was really smart at that time" and "I think about it now, I was really smart at that time!" Wait a minute.
Me.
It is this kind of love that makes me sensible and strong, and lets me know why I should be grateful for my parents' love for us.
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Write a composition! I am sick, and my mother takes care of me! Thank you! Do it again! Start and end! ... maternal love is water, which washes the soul; Motherly love is a mountain, a mountain for you to rely on; Maternal love is the wind, blowing away the wind of disappointment; Motherly love is thunder, which affects life.
I remember one noon last year, on my way home from school, I suddenly felt a sharp dizziness and stomachache.
Just don't go, sit on a bench by the road and wait for my mother to pick me up.
Mom did come. She carried me home and treated me with her self-taught knowledge of TCM health care.
With "Wow!" Suddenly, I threw up all the breakfast I had in the morning. My mother wiped the floor regardless of the sour taste of the food processed by "gastric juice", brought me a basin to continue vomiting, and then brought me water to gargle after vomiting.
Later, I had a high fever, and my mother put a wet towel on my forehead ... After careful care and treatment by my mother, my illness was completely cured the next day.
I still remember one day in late February of 20 10, when I got chicken pox and was itchy all over, I was admitted to the hospital.
In the evening, my mother stayed in the hospital with me.
We bought rice, my mother ate hard green stalks and left me all the delicious dishes.
Chickenpox began to attack before going to bed, and my whole body itched like hell.
My mother comforted me softly and tried her best to relieve my itching ... That week, my mother took good care of me until I recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
When I was sick, my mother took good care of me with her broad maternal love. I will never forget my mother's love. I will study hard and repay my mother with excellent results and the little maternal love my mother gave me.
Motherly love, like the wind, blows away my bad mood and makes me refreshed.
Motherly love is not just water and wind ... it is the greatest power in the world.
Meng Mu, Nu Wa and other good mothers of human beings enlighten us that there is another kind of wealth in the world-maternal love.
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In my memory, there are many things that moved me. However, the most unforgettable thing happened two years ago. It was a cold night. I was pulled out of my dream in the middle of the night because I was playful during the day. I feel a splitting headache and my whole body is hot. My mother was awakened by my loud noise and quickly asked with concern, "I don't feel well." My mother immediately touched my head with her rough hands, and then ran to the living room to take out the thermometer and put it under my arm. "Yo, it's 39 degrees 7 now." My mother quickly helped me get dressed without saying anything. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother quickly registered me, took me to see a doctor, and finally took me to the infusion room for infusion. After the nurse pushed me into the ward, it was already three in the morning, and I was tired and sleepy. My condition has improved a lot. At this time, I saw the most touching scene-my mother sat on a small stool and fell asleep on the edge of the hospital bed. I turned around and saw a lot of medicine and delicious food on the bedside table. I know my mother bought it for me while I was sleeping. There is also a note on the bedside table, which reads: "son, pay attention to your health in the future." Finally, I couldn't help it. Although it has been two years, I still remember every detail. I will never forget my mother's kindness to me. On Sunday afternoon, my mother came to the Children's Palace to pick me up after class and passed by the vegetable market near my home. My mother said she would go in to buy food, and I reluctantly waited at the gate of the food market. Suddenly, in the noise of selling, my eyes inadvertently saw a little girl, her age is about the same as mine. Wearing a yellow and white shirt and a pair of bright eyes staring at a book in her hand, she was fascinated. There is a middle-aged woman selling vegetables next to her, shouting. Too busy when there are many people, she will call the little girl with the book. As soon as she calls, she will put down her book to help. Obviously, this is a mother and daughter. She just reads with a book and gets caught occasionally. Go back to the bench and continue reading if you have nothing to do. She can concentrate on reading in such a noisy and messy environment. If I were you, I would be bored to death by this noisy voice, not to mention reading. I thought that when I was doing my homework at home, as long as there was the sound of TV playing in the next room, I would be immediately distracted. I'm always thinking about my favorite comics, and I'll find all kinds of excuses and reasons to have a look. But she can do it in such a noisy environment in the vegetable market. Maybe she's used to it. Anyway, I admire her for reading and helping her mother in such an environment, which makes me very moved. At this time, my mother came to buy food. I told her what I just saw. My mother said, "You should learn from her. It is not easy for her to study in such a noisy and hungry environment, which shows that she is very determined. " Then your grades will improve and your study will progress. "Listen to my mother, I nodded, the in the mind the default may not meet your requirements, then I will change as needed. Ha.
I have a smart and gentle mother.
She has short black hair, a pair of big eyes embedded under her eyebrows like moon buds, a straight nose, a small talking cherry mouth and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth.
My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. She washes my clothes, folds the quilt and cooks every day ... and always cares about me and my family.
I love my good mother! Mom is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself because of my performance.
When I do well in the exam, my mother's face will show a sunny smile: when I do my homework so-so, my mother will be furious and set off a storm; When I waste my time doing something boring, my mother will talk like a drizzle … but I know that my mother is good for me and loves me.
I remember once, my mother and I were playing badminton.
At this moment, I don't know what I stepped on, my foot slipped and I fell down.
When I got up from the ground at once, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants.
I'm so sad that I can't bear to throw these pants away.
Mom, what a resounding name.
How many days and nights, my mother has been with me, guarding me; How many days and nights, my mother worried about my tomorrow; How many days and nights, my mother cares about me with her loving eyes ... Looking at a few more silver wires on your head, I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!" " "
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