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The composition written before Mom's Love 2.00 will not be adopted.
There is a sea, which is my mother's arms; There is a sky, which is the mother's heart; There is a colorful world, which is my mother's love.

Motherly love is a warm embrace. When I was a child, my mother's arms were the most comfortable harbor, where I had my sweet dreams, whispers and charming wishes. Now, my mother's arms are the widest world. She recorded my laughter when I won the prize and my tears when I was wronged.

Motherly love is a good meal. My mother is not a cook, but she studies food culture. When I wolfed down prawns in the restaurant, my mother added several dishes to her menu: salted shrimp, dried tangerine peel shrimp and crystal shrimp. Knowing that I love ribs, my mother cooked bran vinegar ribs for me in different ways, sometimes with apples, sometimes with pineapples and sometimes with milk powder. Every time I eat the delicious special dishes cooked by my mother, I feel unspeakable warmth in my heart.

Mother's love is a winter quilt. Sleeping at night is just like the Monkey King likes to make a scene in the sky, and the quilt has been kicked off. My mother is afraid that I will catch cold and get sick, and often covers me with a quilt at night. I obviously feel that every time she tucks in the quilt, she always gives me a sweet kiss. With this kiss from my mother, my dream will be sweeter.

Motherly love is a hard tear. In the second day of junior high school, I didn't listen to my teacher at school and did my homework at home, so my life became lazy. My mother told me, but within a few weeks, my old habit was repeated. I still let my mother down at school and let my grandmother worry at home. That day, my mother hit me like a majestic lion. As soon as I cried, my mother said sternly, don't cry, men don't shed tears when they bleed. I gritted my teeth and didn't even hum. At that moment, I asked myself: Does my mother really love me? But why are you so hard on me? But when I saw the tears in my mother's eyes, I realized that my mother's love was salt sprinkled on my wound and broke her heart.

Mom, your love permeates me like air. With my happy and healthy growth, your love moistens my heart like sunshine and rain. Mom, I just want to say to you: I love you! Love you forever