I have read too many articles about maternal love since I was a child, and listened to many songs praising maternal love. Most of them expressed the greatness of maternal love and the hardships of mothers impassioned or euphemistically.
In fact, just as there will be a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people, the definition of maternal love in everyone's heart is also very different.
Some people have the impression that mother's love is to go out early and come back late every day, get up early to make breakfast for you, send you to school, mend clothes under the lamp at night and help you check your homework. This kind of maternal love is simple, selfless and unrequited.
Some people's maternal love is like Meng Mu's three tricks and her mother-in-law's tattoo. They want their children to have a good educational environment, so they strive to provide better living conditions for their children and achieve the purpose of education. If the child is found to have unhealthy psychology, the mother will definitely educate him at the first time, let him correct it, and if necessary, she will use violence against him. Although beating and cursing are not advocated, they are often the most effective.
There is also some maternal love that everyone envies. I love you in every way, keep my word, and try my best to help you realize all your wishes. When you make a mistake, you are guided by a gentle voice, telling you that it is incorrect, telling you the truth, and then don't make it again next time. But in this way, it is often difficult to form a solid effect on children. They often think that there will be no big punishment anyway, so they have no scruples and do whatever they want. Some mothers will clean up the mess anyway. There is also an extreme, that is, it will become a "baby boy", resulting in insufficient living ability, soft voice and no masculinity.
Although we can't judge which kind of maternal love is right and which is wrong, I hope all mothers don't spoil and be too hard on their children, so that they can have a good growth environment.
As the saying goes, "a mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain." But I think maternal love is more like a cup of warm tea, soothing your heart when you are sad; Motherly love is more like a ray of sunshine, which makes you feel warm as spring even in cold winter. ...
I remember it was a cold winter and snowflakes were flying. The original colorful world instantly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness, and the roar of the cold wind drowned out the students' reading sound.
The bell of Tintin Tintin rang, and the students rushed out of the school gate and threw themselves into the warm arms of their parents. I looked at them with envy, but I gave up the idea when I thought of my sick mother. But I don't blame my mother, because I know my mother has a fever today and is still waiting for me to take care of it!
I was walking on my way home, and the cold snow drifted into my skirt. I couldn't help shivering and rubbed my arms hard to keep warm. Out of school, I went to the parents' waiting room again. Arriving at the waiting place of our class, I habitually stopped. When I was expecting my mother, I suddenly remembered that my mother was ill today and couldn't pick me up, so I had to keep walking.
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded: "Daughter! Daughter! Uh-huh ... come here, mom is here. " As soon as I turned my head, I saw my mother's weak figure waving to me in the snow. I rushed to Chanda's mother and said anxiously, "Mom, why did you run out?" What should I do if I catch a cold in the future! "My mother helped me put on my thick coat and said with a smile, my mother is fine. If you are ill, mother will blame herself. "I was so excited that I burst into tears and hugged my mother. At this moment, I just want to say, "Mom, I love you! " "
Who gave birth to you in October? It's mom. Who let you see this colorful world? It's mom. Who will take care of you when you are ill? It's mom. Motherly love is the greatest!
Motherly love composition 3 "Grateful heart, thank you ..." Whenever I hear this song, I always think of someone, the one who gave me life-mother!
People often say: "Motherly love is selfless." Yes, maternal love is a warm sun, giving her light; It is a vast ocean, revealing a broad mind; It is a fertile ground for children to grow sturdily. When I was born, she held me in her arms with warm big hands; Every time I learn to call her "mom", she cries, which are tears of excitement and pride.
I remember once, in the winter of February. I go shopping with my mother. When I came back, it was windy and I was shivering with cold. My mother saw it and put on the only coat for me regardless of her cold. Let me no longer be cold, but she was sneezed one after another by the biting cold wind. When she got home, she went into the kitchen to cook dinner, and then she could put on more coats for herself. In the evening, when I was doing my homework, she brought me a cup of hot milk. At that time, I shed tears of excitement and said, "Mom! Put on an extra coat if you have a cold, and don't freeze your body. " Hearing this, the mother said kindly, "son, drink this glass of milk quickly and go to bed after drinking it." Mom will pay attention to it herself. " I replied, "mom, I listen to you!" " "But my heart can't be calm for a long time ... I woke up in the middle of the night to see my mother still correcting students' homework and watching her work at her desk. My weak body and haggard face made me feel sad.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Yes! My mother gave me love more than once or twice. Mother's love is endless, but how much can we repay as children? As Whitman said: How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts are always the same. Every mother has a very pure heart.
Mother's love composition 4 has never felt the greatness of mother's love, but it is often influenced by the ordinary. Childhood memories are mother's nagging, and naive ideals are to get rid of scolding. But in the end, I realized that maternal love can't be ordinary, and the great can't be great.
I always wanted to follow my mother, fearing that I would grow up one day. Because, in the days when I have a mother, I am not afraid of anything. The wind is coming, and my mother is blocking it; When it rains, there is a mother to shelter from the wind and rain. I'm in the sun, and I'm never afraid of wind and rain.
After all, unrehearsed childishness lost to the growth of nature. The wind and rain in the sky are no longer afraid, but the wind and rain in my heart begin to fall. So, my mother let go and let me learn to grow up by myself.
Increasingly mature, I walk under a blue sky, no more wind and rain, no more innocence. Start doing things carefully, but don't forget to send a blessing to let the raindrops lead to the mother whose forehead is gradually covered with silver.
Now that things have happened, my mother will still be deeply concerned. The children cried, and it was her tears that dripped. The children laughed, and it was her straight cheeks that tilted slightly.
I swore to honor her, but I didn't know that the warmth in my heart was the coldness she would never accept.
Many things in life can't be expressed in words, just as children are the happiest burden for mothers.
Mother pays too much, and we return too little.
Motherly love is the only beauty in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness …
The greatest love is maternal love. We can't repay our mother's love and care, as the great poet Meng Jiao wrote, "But how much love is there for an inch of grass?" Motherly love is a fire in winter, an umbrella in the rain, and a warm shelter for us. Motherly love is broad! Motherly love is selfless! Mom is the greatest! Mother not only gave us love and care, but also gave us encouragement.
I remember that I only got 72 points in math last semester. "Oh, my god, this is what a big blow to me! What a bad score! " "I feel very inferior and sad. When I came home from school, my mother asked me how many points I got in the exam, and I told her. At this time, my disappointed tears flowed down again. My mother said, "I don't blame you either. This will not happen if you are serious in the future. My mother believes that you will get good grades if you work hard! Come on! Come on! Come on! You are the best in mom's eyes! " "well. "I dried my tears and smiled at my mother." No more tears, tears can't solve the problem. "From then on, I no longer use tears to solve problems, but face everything with strength and optimism.
Another time it rained heavily, and I didn't bring my umbrella. Did anyone come to pick it up at home? I thought I was going to be a "drowned rat", but when I walked to the school gate, I saw a familiar figure-my mother. In the drizzle, my mother hugged me and accompanied me home with an umbrella. Rainy days are a bit chilly, but maternal love warms me. Mom, I think of you and say, "Mom, thank you for bringing me into this world, for teaching me how to be a man, and for giving me encouragement, confidence and care."
Motherly love is broad! Motherly love is selfless! Maternal love is the most beautiful!
Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness …
Everyone says that the greatest love in the world is maternal love, and I have a deep understanding.
My mother was very strict with me since I was a child, and I had to solve all the difficulties myself; Do your own laundry and do everything yourself.
Since I was in primary school, my mother has asked me to do my own laundry, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have to wash my clothes helplessly ... One winter night, it was so cold that it made people tremble. The teacher only assigned two compositions. As soon as I took a shower, I flew back to my room and buried myself in writing. I finally rushed out an article and was about to show it to my mother. I didn't expect her to yell, "Don't you wash your own clothes?" Shall I wash it for you? "I bow my head in injustice and tears drop by drop. I blame my mother for not understanding me and helping me. When I was washing clothes, I found that my two little hands became as red as carrots. My mother saw it, not only did she not comfort me, but also said coldly, "I will do my own thing in the future." "I thought to myself: Why is my mother so heartless? Did she pick me up at the roadside?
Until today, I realized my mother's selfless love for me. From the moment I came into this world, my mother has always loved me. My mother just hopes that I can work hard and cultivate my strong character, independent ability and enterprising spirit. I am deeply grateful to my mother. Here, I also want to say: Mom, I love you.
On Sunday evening, the red sunset has not yet receded, like a beautiful steam wheel, and the fallen leaves on the branches are dancing happily in the wind. Zhang Qiang took the children to play outside, sweating profusely, ran home, opened the refrigerator, took out the water bottle, unscrewed the lid and drank a big bottle of water. Sleeping at night, Zhang Qiang suddenly launched a high fever.
Zhang Qiang is lying in his bed, with a desk lamp on the left side of the bed, watching Zhang Qiang quietly like a wide-eyed man. There is a cup, a pink mobile phone and a board of "Ganmaoling Granules" on the desk. There are several pots of chrysanthemums on the right side of the bed, yellow, white and orange. Zhang Qiang rolled on the bed, and my mother quickly took the thermometer and put it under Zhang Qiang's arm. She looked at Zhang Qiang anxiously at the bedside. After a while, my mother took out her thermometer and looked at it. "ah! It's burning to 39 degrees. What should I do? " I saw my mother's face suddenly turned pale. She kept walking around the room with such a rapid pace. After a few minutes, my mother thought of a good way-physical cooling! So, my mother ran to the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, picked up a small basin and took a basin of cold water, soaked the towel in the water, then took it out and wrung it hard, and quickly returned to Zhang Qiang's bedroom and gently put the towel on Zhang Qiang's forehead. Seeing Zhang Qiang's red face, mother ran to the living room again, opened the medicine cabinet, took out a pack of antipyretics, tore a mouthful, poured it into a cup, picked up some boiling water in the water dispenser, went into the kitchen and took a spoon, stirred the medicine, took the cup back to Zhang Qiang's bedroom, sat beside Zhang Qiang, picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew it, tasted it again, and the temperature was almost the same, slowly. Zhang Qiang opened his chapped lips and drank the medicine one after another. Although the medicine is bitter, his heart is sweet.
A few days later, Zhang Qiang's illness was completely cured, and my mother was relieved. My mother was thin, and now it seems that a breeze will blow her to the ground. When sleeping at night, Zhang Qiang thought: My mother has been working hard enough, and she has to take care of me after work. I must take good care of my health in the future, and don't let my mother worry about me again. I will repay my mother's love with my study. Thinking about thinking, Zhang Qiang silently shed tears of gratitude.
If I were a bird, I would remember the nest when I was born. If I were a seedling, I would never forget to nourish my land; If I were a river, the snowy plateau would be a brand in my memory. No matter what I am, no matter how I exist, I must learn to be grateful.
"Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself; Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish the blooming flowers ... "Listening to this song, I fell into deep meditation ... Why are great men great men? Why are celebrities celebrities? Because they are all with a grateful heart. What is gratitude? Just a "thank you"? Just one card? I don't think it's enough. The most important thing is to be grateful with practical actions!
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you will be happy ... "We are all familiar with this song. Yes! Motherly love is like a clear spring, nourishing my heart; Motherly love is like a breeze, blowing away the fog in my heart; Motherly love is like a bright lamp, guiding my direction. In a quarrel with my mother, I deeply felt the great power of maternal love.
It was a clear Monday in Wan Li. After school, I carried my schoolbag and took my dinner-KFC, and walked on the way to the Olympic Mathematics class. Birds are singing in the sky, and bugs are looking for their way on the ground. I am very happy, humming and skipping.
When class was over, I listened carefully to the teacher's explanation of the matters needing attention, while cleaning up the schoolbag and lunch box under the chair. After class, my mother came in and said, "Listen carefully in class! Don't always be distracted, "I said inexplicably. "I'm not distracted!" "I saw you sitting there, carrying a bag for a while and taking a drink cup for a while. Not serious at all! " I feel so wronged. I really listened to everything the teacher said, but my mother said I didn't listen well. I said unconvinced, "I listened carefully anyway, but I just moved!" " ""I can see from your eyes that you are not listening carefully! "Our quarrel is getting louder and louder, but my mother still doesn't believe it. The sound woke me, my mother and the corridor. ...
When I walked out of the school gate, it was dark, sunny and there was no wind. It's dry and cold. It's a moonless night. As soon as I got on the bus, I heard a bang. My mother slammed the door, followed by "smelly batch".
"Where there are you so talk to mom? Let the whole corridor hear you. Did Guo Ruichun quarrel with his mother? I didn't do it for you either, okay? I'm so tired every day, I save money and pay your tuition. What about yourself? If you only eat junk food at night and don't listen well, who can you live up to? But you arrived well. In class, you either moved your schoolbag or the water cup, and said that you listened carefully. I have a good job, but you are not me! I worry about you day and night, and if you do this to me, I can leave you alone! Do whatever you want! I don't care! " I seem to have been soaked in cold water, swept by the chill, and my heart is freezing. But I still feel wronged: I obviously listened carefully, but my mother saw from my eyes that I didn't listen carefully. It's really strange! Much ado about nothing! Which is better, moving or not? I have done nothing wrong. But I dare not say a word, for fear that I might make a mistake again. Alas! Eating coptis is really dumb-it's too bitter to say! I don't know why, but I feel terrible. There was silence in the car, and I could only hear gasps. There is still no moon outside the window, and the cheerful little star who blinks on weekdays is too lazy to come out. Lonely, I came home, my mother didn't say anything, so I had to say nothing. In infinite pain, in infinite depression, I am doing my homework. I don't know why, my heart is always heavy, and my heart is always holding back. Eyes were red, and tears swirled naughtily in their eyes. I think: I can't cry, I must not cry, crying means I am wrong! I want to be strong and not cry! But the naughty tears didn't seem to listen to me, and turned around, and the last tear fell out. I quickly dried my tears.
At this time, I saw a problem in my math homework, asking us to measure the length of the boundary of our home, reduce it by a certain proportion, and draw the reduced boundary in the book Learning to Explore Diagnosis. I really have no choice but to turn to my mother: "Mom, can you help me?" I whispered to my mother. "You still come by yourself! Every time I do you good, you still quarrel with me. I simply don't care, you can do whatever you like! " I really can't help it. I was angry and wrote my English homework in another room. In another room, I couldn't help lying in bed and crying loudly. ...
When I cried my English homework in my heart and came home, I was surprised to find that my mother had carefully drawn a sketch of my home on the draft paper! When I came in, I said, "Come on, let's stand at the gate and look at our home from this angle. This should be the living room and this is the bathroom. Is this the mode? Measure the specific size with a ruler, and you should be able to do this problem by yourself ... "My heart trembled and a warm current rushed into my heart ... What made me miss my mother in my mistakes? What power makes my mother miss me with infinite anger? It is love! It is eternal love, and it is the love that that person must have all his life-maternal love. This "quarrel" left an indelible memory for my life, and this "quarrel" has been buried in my memory.
The maternal love I feel is not earth-shattering. Where will you go? She is like a lamp, giving me light when I am lost; Like a safe haven, always protecting my safety; Like a cup of tea, it moistens my heart; Just like a book, it taught me how to be a man.
Grateful for maternal love, that is the most selfless, simple, eternal and most worthy of my gratitude.
Grateful for maternal love, thank my dearest mother! I want to study hard, grow up to be a successful person and repay the society. This is the greatest gratitude to my mother!
There is an emotion that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...
When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were still young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.
When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.
In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.
The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind!