: A mother's love
One writer said that the contest between nations is essentially a contest between mothers. I am in favor of this statement. I have no way to measure the love of a mother for her children with scales and thermometers, and I can't even describe what it looks like. All I know is that the power that comes from a mother is so ordinary and so great that it shines brightly and shakes the whole world.
Mother's love, regardless of spring, summer, fall and winter; mother's love, regardless of the end of the world. Unconsciously, I have left home for more than a year, remembering my mother's white hair on the temples, remembering her eyes full of anticipation for me, the heart is quite emotional. In the balance of love, with my increasingly heavy body, my mother silently increased the weights, without complaint to bear the hardships of my growth, difficult to move the weights, to maintain the balance of the balance.
Mother had waited for her daughter to return from school in the autumn wind and rain, the wind and rain dampened hair, the wrinkles scorched by the sun, and the capricious daughter sometimes even for a popsicle and made a fuss. Sometimes a daughter listens to her mother's chatter and covers her ears with impatience. Sometimes, as a daughter of the heart of some thoughts of restlessness, and tired of the single boring life at home. Sometimes, do daughter's learn in front of the dresser mirror light sweeping Emei time, but did not notice the mother that is the age of the unintentional expansion kit crow's feet. And my mother tolerated everything, still in the silence of the daughter to give her burning love, to bring her daughter to the meticulous care.
May 12, is the world all mothers of the holiday. And how can my mother's love for me be measured and compensated by a formal holiday? From today, I want to be a person with ideals and aspirations, study and live seriously, and strive for future success. I think this is also the mother's greatest wish.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son, the line is tightly sewn, and the intention is to return late. Who says an inch of grass heart, to repay the three spring sunshine." This poem by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty always makes me light the candle of longing on the days when I leave my mother, and ignite an unchanging belief and pursuit for ages.
BYOND has a famous song "Really Love You", which sings the love of all sons and daughters to their mothers. I have grown up so big, but I have not really done something for my hard-working mother, not even a usual greeting.
Whenever I stand in a foreign land and look at my hometown, searching for my mother's familiar back, I always have a lot of thoughts. Today, in a foreign country studying daughter can not personally bring a bunch of beautiful carnations home to see my dear mother, but with the help of a ray of sunshine in front of me, and that blowing through the south of the wind, send my blessings to my mother: "Mom, I love you!"
: My mother
Mother, a staff who never has a salary, she always selflessly dedicate their love to their children. I grew up under my mother's nurturing.
I was born in a middle class family, and as I grew up in my mother's arms, I went from teeth to teeth, and my mother gave a lot. Although my mother dyed her hair dark brown, but I still see from it, my mother is old ......
I remember once, I woke up and felt my mind heavy, my hands and feet are not obedient, the whole person is very tired, so I shouted: "Mom, what's wrong with me? The whole body is very tired!" My mother came in and touched her hand to my head, when I could no longer perceive the temperature of her hand. "You have a fever." Mother said as she helped me up. "Then get me some medicine." I said. Mother walked straight out. After a while, she came in and said, "Son, there's no more medicine at home, so go to the hospital yourself." Without waiting for my mother to finish, I asked anxiously, "Every time you take me there, but this time I have to go by myself, how can I see it?!" My mother calmly said, "People always have to learn to grow up on their own, you do what the note says" and handed me a card, three hundred dollars and a note. I could vaguely hear my mother's words with some reluctance, but I changed my clothes and got ready. Following the note to the doctor, I realized that some of the procedures were wrong, that I had to register before finding a doctor, that I had to wait in line, and so on. The whole process took me two hours, and on the bus ride home, I thought to myself, "It's nice to know that I can do what my mother thinks I can't do. The door opened with a creak, and my mother immediately ran out of the room, touching my head and looking at me, murmuring "I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay". Afterwards, I realized that the drawer originally had antipyretic medicine, at once, I understood my mother's intention, a warm current rushed into the heart.
My mother let me go out to see the doctor by myself in order for me to learn how to take care of myself without anyone else. She also hoped that down the road, after leaving her and her parents' embrace, she could spread her wings and be independent in society. "Pitying my parents", as I grow up, means that my parents are aging. Sometimes my parents nag me and I lose my temper when I don't understand them, but then I realize that they are doing it for my own good and absorb it, hoping that I won't make that mistake next time.
This is my mother, a mother who molded my wings before I could fly. Assuming that in the future I will be able to establish myself in society, I will thank some people, especially my parents!
: My mother
If there is one thing that sets my mother apart, it is the shiny label of "Peking University graduate" that is attached to her. Whenever her unit was visited by higher-ups, they would introduce my mother as if she were an exhibit.
I can say I have mixed feelings about my mother being a Peking University graduate. The good news is that my mother is very knowledgeable, and she has been able to guide me in all my studies, and she has let me read a lot of good books. Through my mother, my ability to appreciate movies has been greatly improved, and I can definitely be considered "high caliber" among my peers. The worry is that this also gave me a lot of pressure. People thought that because my mother graduated from Peking University, I should be like a child prodigy and study well since I was a child. But I was really just an ordinary kid, no different from other people's kids. Although Dante said: Go your own way, let than people say so. But after all, people talk, which still puts a lot of pressure on me.
If my mother is measured by the standards of an average mother, she is indeed a good mother. In the eyes of my friends, my mother is pretty much the model of a good mother. She didn't expect much from me, I didn't have to be one of the top students academically, and she didn't force me to learn such-and-such specialties. And so it was that my childhood was spent happily with cheers. --While she regrets it a bit now, that's only because I had so much fun that I haven't been able to develop good study habits until now.
My mother has given me quite an ample amount of motherly love, in her own words: it's all overflowing. My mother has always been upset that I have not been able to learn a single musical instrument, and she has talked to me countless times about letting me learn, but all of them I have refused without hesitation. In order to verify the difficulty of learning a musical instrument, last year my mother joined forces with more than twenty aunts in her unit to organize a guzheng association to start learning the guzheng. After half a year, most of the aunts had backed out, leaving only four or five aunts still insisting; a year later, only my mother was able to play beautiful music. Others praised my mother for her hard work, but she said, "How can people feel bitter when they do what they like to do? Through learning guzheng, my mother summarized three points for me: first, it is not difficult to learn a musical instrument, as long as you take out a year of spare time to practice, you can reach the amateur level. Second, it is impossible to do anything overnight, just like her playing the guzheng, as long as she continues to do it uninterruptedly, the result will always get better and better. Thirdly, there are many things that are very difficult in our imagination, but once we bet our energy on them, we often find that our ability is actually beyond our imagination. Of course, my mother also has a little plan of her own in mind. She believes that when I go to college I will have some romantic things to do, and may have to regret that I have not mastered a musical instrument, and then she will be able to teach me to play the guzheng in the easy way that she has explored.
This is my mother, she never forced me to do things I did not like, on the contrary, she set an example for me by her own actions, and then like a close friend to exchange ideas with me. I love my mother.