My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck.
I love my mother, but my mother loves me more.
On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.
Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words.
Motherly love is like a warm snow.
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 that moistens things silently for a long time.
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."
"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me.
When the lost eyes are innocent, the mother's care is the most memorable. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, in the middle of the night, it is my mother's shadow that accompanies me to study.
Maternal love is crimson, a crimson sea. Although it surges occasionally, it is too deep love. When you are calm, everything will become easy. When you touch the sea, you will deeply feel a kind of boiling slurry, which is warm all the time.
With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The trickle of maternal love moistens our life like a drizzle. When we walk into the school, get a pen and record the notes of love, maternal love is the truest love.
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.