Motherly love is a selfless force, which falls in our hearts like a drizzle in spring. Although it is silent, it nourishes the growth of life seedlings.
A person's life, all the glory and pride in the world, comes from maternal love, which is sacred. In our most difficult times, it sometimes gives us strength. From the moment we were born, people used sincere blood to dissolve into every blood vessel of their mothers, happily threw themselves into the embrace of maternal love, and a feeling of being masters of their own affairs echoed in their chests. When maternal love takes off, it gives a loving heart.
Motherly love is a cradle and a folk song, which sings unity and spreads civilization. Motherly love is a monument that engraves the past and enlightens the future. ...
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I am your brick and tile. With my little body, I will build your sublimity. If you are a flag, I am a silk thread belonging to you, embroidering a shining star for you with my youth; If you are a garden, I am a flower, a grass and a leaf belonging to you. I am willing to silently exhaust my efforts and spit out plumes of powder.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "We can only repay our mother's kindness with love and filial piety. Filial piety is the duty of being a man. Finally, I bid farewell to the great maternal love with the phrase "sing a love song for my mother in October", but I finally said loudly: "I love you, and I love your broad mind even more.
Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.
Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.
Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;
Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.
Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.
When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!
Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.
Motherly love is like water
People always preach the greatness of maternal love. Metaphor, but always willing to compare it to something magnificent, few people compare maternal love to water and think it is too dull. As everyone knows, life is like this, and plain is true.
I remember reading an article called "Motherly love has no specific content". Yes, after careful reflection, you will find it difficult to prove what a mother is like through one thing, and it is difficult to explain what a mother is like in one sentence. Of course, this is not because I don't know my mother well enough. On the contrary, I know too much and don't know how to write.
Appreciate your mother's character, be resolute and resolute, and never drag your feet. I hope one day I can be as straight and unyielding as my mother. This is the quality that a good cadre should have-my mother taught me. It is recognized that mother can bear hardships. In my memory, there is nothing my mother can't do. It's been like this since I can remember, and it hasn't changed until now. Therefore, I always like to be with my mother. This is a warm feeling. I like this feeling, which makes me feel practical and secure.
I often lament the ruthlessness of the years, from ruthlessness to almost ruthlessness. She stole all the youth of the people around me and exchanged their old age for my growth. The washing of time bleached the mother's long hair, but left her innate courage and strength. But I still have to admit that my mother is old.
However, many of my mother's words are very reasonable. This is the experience of life, the treasure left behind contains the mystery of life-so when I was a child, I absolutely worshipped my mother and followed some of her words as the Bible. My mother always said that people don't like to do everything all their lives. There are many things you don't like to do, but you must do it, and you must do it and do it best. Otherwise, don't say sorry for your parents, your friends, or even yourself. These words have accompanied me through yesterday and today, and I believe they will accompany me to tomorrow. Give me courage to face everyone and every new challenge firmly in every sunny day.
Love is love, and I love my mother deeply. Although it is not vigorous, it is sometimes a kind of scenery. Maybe a little ordinary, but mortal, there will be more heroic love. More importantly, in my opinion, every love is a treasure, which is worth cherishing forever. The days ahead are so long, I wonder how many seasons I will walk hand in hand with my mother. Let's reminisce about early spring, taste midsummer, chew golden autumn and listen to midwinter. Pick up the bits and pieces left by life, turn every growing memory into the purest (mellow) wine, and label it, which will become stronger and more fragrant with the baptism of years; Take maternal love as a symbol, love everyone around you and cherish every love given by others. I hope my young heart can warm my mother's no longer young heart, moisten her vicissitudes and take care of her for life.
Yes, maternal love is like water. Water-the source of life; Motherly love-a lifelong companion.
In fact, happiness is very simple. If you are not in a hurry, if you use loving eyes, if you seize precious moments, happiness is really close to us ... each of us has his own mother, and maternal love is the most precious happiness for each of us. ...
Motherly love is the purest, most selfless and most precious emotion of human beings, and every child enjoys the happiness and joy given by his mother. The long road of life has become so confident and smooth because of my mother's education, guidance and support. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend and go smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.
Great love is silent, maternal love is like water, and this kind of love is gentle and deep! Looking back on what my mother did for me in the past, I really did little for my mother. What I can do for my mother now is to live well, spend more time with her, make her less worried and less concerned, and make her feel happy because of me.