There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"! May 13 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother. We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful. Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of a person's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for teachers and classmates can bear any responsibility for his company and country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself wholeheartedly to building the motherland tomorrow? There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of kindness should be rewarded by a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement. Mother is pure as jade, exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, sincerely face her harshness and feel her sunny inner world ... Let's learn to be grateful from today, starting with filial piety! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile! On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth! Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree! Mother, with your strength, I stretched out my head and liberated my imprisoned mother. Oh, I look at your smiling face and reach out to draw my present picture. Mother, I stood up and cleaned my soul mother overnight with your words. I am a swallow who has crossed the ocean. Your tearful and smiling eyes softened the whole world. After giving my mother a sharp pain, we looked at her with tears and smiles. It was the first sight in our life, and those eyes kept watching us until they could no longer support us. The first "mom" we shouted when we were learning English, and the brave words we said to our mother when we were young; A casual kiss that we were spoiled when we were teenagers; When I grow up, an occasional greeting will make my mother laugh and add a few crow's feet to my eyes. Mother is easy to satisfy, giving the most and taking the least. I love my mother, and we should all love our mothers. My mother is a very stubborn woman. When I was a child, I worshipped my mother very much. I didn't understand the cruelty of time at that time. It was not until my mother's edges and corners were slowly worn away in her efforts that I gradually understood her face. When I was very young, as a girl, I was neither beautiful nor wild. When I was a little older, my mother began to braid my hair and dress me in a beautiful princess dress. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to look at myself in the mirror, but I only look at my proud mother standing behind me in the mirror every time. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Later, I changed from a wild child to a little princess. There are so many people who spoil me that my mother's love is a little insignificant. I only remember that if school is late at noon, I will see my anxious mother at dusk on my way home. When I threw myself into her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness in an instant. It is the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to be serious in every exam, and I will bring back many awards to my mother at the end of each semester. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "Mom is a gentle and beautiful woman!" " Later, I became big princess from a little princess. I can comb all kinds of beautiful braids by myself, and I will start to think that the clothes my mother bought for me are not beautiful. But I will still lie on my mother's lap in the warm sunshine and smell the familiar smell of her body, watch her seriously fiddle with my hair, listen to her intermittent words and lean her head on her soft thigh. I have an indescribable sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman! Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, boys began to pursue me. When I showed my mother the letter written by the boy shyly, my mother smiled at me gently. She caressed my head and gently told me, "All you have at your age is empty promises. I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead and delicate eyes. I haven't shown off my good skin to my mother since then. Because I know that under the proud smile of my mother, it is a lost heart, and my mother is just a mortal. She's beautiful. Later, I couldn't see my mother waiting to take off her schoolbag at the school gate every day after school, and I couldn't hear her gentle voice, "Are you hungry? I can never put my bracelet around my mother's neck and say "good night!" "When my mother comes to turn off the lights for me before going to bed every day. Because I am already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week and took my changed clothes away every time. Mother is a very clean woman. She doesn't like using the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with bubbles. I sat on the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates. My roommates are chattering with envy, and my mother also wants me to take my changed clothes home when I have a holiday tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a hair on the plate, which was unprecedented in the past. You should know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how sorry I was at that moment, because I saw my mother's face suddenly turn red and muttered, "I was careless, I was careless ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, I'm kidding you!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly buried myself in eating. I can't let my mother see my red eyes, because I feel distressed when I see my mother's muddy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will be very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother to watch her wash clothes. Mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home-clear and quiet. I continue to play with my foam. Playing and playing, I suddenly found thin sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. My mother's back is getting more and more bent, her hands are getting slower and weaker, but she still whispers about the neighborhood with a smile. After that, I never want to take my changed clothes home. Every time I face my mother's scolding, I always mischievously raise my mouth and say, "I've grown up!" "However, I didn't say the last sentence, that is," you are old. "Later, I was sitting here and going to college. My mother came to pick me up every day for my health. I have better food, better sleep and a carefree life than other students. Everyone who meets me thinks that I am a junior high school student, and I am not annoyed by my naivety, because I know that my mother's little white hair, new wrinkles in her eyes and even faintly visible spots all expect me to live a simple life. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still spoil my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes … because I like to see her smiling face with a little sense of accomplishment. Mom once said, "Mom likes you to be beautiful! "... my mother taught me all the good hospitality manners, sitting posture, standing posture ... even the posture of holding chopsticks was very feudal to my classmates, but I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until others praised me for being generous and gentle. My mother hopes her daughter will always be the best in the future. Mom is really old! Her teeth are old, so she can't chew slowly without showing her teeth like she taught me to eat. My ears are getting old, too She is afraid that others can't hear her, so she can't whisper as she taught me. My legs are getting old, and her splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious because she gave birth to me. Her steps can no longer be as light as teaching me ... but I won't blame her, I will just spend more time massaging her. Although the bones on her body hurt my hands, all the foreign objects disappeared instantly when I saw my mother's satisfied smile. I always have two mirrors in my heart. On the one hand, my mother stood behind me and looked proudly at my good daughter in a beautiful princess dress and pigtails in the mirror; On the other side, my mother stood in front of me, looking at her daughter who was taller than her but pouted playfully in the mirror. Mother, I walked out of the ups and downs of time by your moonlight. Mother Hai, I look at your face and tell myself my eternal faith with a smile ... I love my mother and always will. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * There is an inch and a half old black and white photo in the wallet. In the photo, a young girl is standing among the flowers. She is wearing a pair of sandals, a flowered skirt, a pair of ordinary sandals and a thin coat. And a pair of glasses with round lenses. Two braids hang down to the back shoulder. With a bright and satisfied smile on her face, she looks so beautiful and lovely, so pure and moving. The person in the photo is my mother. This is a picture of her before she married her father. When I first saw this photo, I said childishly, "This man is really beautiful. I want to know who it is? " Dad smiled and said, "This is your mother. "At that time, I was thirteen years old and I was not fully sensible. I took the photo and compared it with my mother in front of me, and found that my mother had really changed. But I am not surprised, because I know my mother is a patient. A strong patient who has been fighting the disease for a long time. I want to say that my family was poor when I was a child, but it seems that not many people will believe me. Because, most people who say this sentence are our elders, and they may also be families in rural mountainous areas. But this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we two sisters are not hungry or warm. It's just that I never have any extra money. Change a piece of clothing when it is worn out, and buy a new bag when it is no longer used. From elementary school to junior high school, I only used three pencil boxes. At that time, dad also said that we were very happy. He went to school as a child and didn't even have a pencil case. However, in such a family, my mother gave us a happy childhood. She never hits us. She occasionally scolds us when we are particularly disobedient. But we have never been wronged. She will scold, but that kind of scolding is reasonable. We have nothing to say, so we have to accept it. Mother never scolded us for our academic performance. Of course, we also study hard. When she is in better spirits, she will do some manual work to support her family or knit sweaters for us. At that time, the family's expenses were only maintained by dad's salary. My sister and I are both very young. Mother will try to do some manual labor to help clean up the house. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, my father found some plastic ducks nearby to make. A pack of 20 ducks costs only 15 cents per pack. Every duck has to go through several troublesome processes: two wings, two duck feet, a duckbill with a whistle in its mouth, and an air ball in front of it. Before the balloons are loaded, they should be pumped up one by one, and the bad ones should be picked out and thrown away. Then put the sides of your body together and it's done. Make 20 ducks repeatedly, then put these 20 ducks into a film bag and nail three nails to the mouth of the bag. Nevertheless, the salary is only 15 cents. But my mother did it happily. As long as she can help make up for the family, she can't stand it no matter how hard she tries. Dad will come to help when he is free. Let's do it together after we finish our homework. The family gathered around a pile of plastic and began to work in unison. I feel happy when I think about it now. I just didn't think so at the time. When I was a child, my mother knitted sweaters to keep my family warm in the severe winter. Every day when she is a little better, she tries to buy time to knit a sweater. Dad's long-sleeved white sweater, my sister's vest and mine, and blue and white long-sleeved sweater. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the cold. In winter, I have several sweaters from the inside out, all from my mother's hands. I remember once, I saw my mother knitting a sweater again. I found that my hair looks big, but it doesn't look like it was knitted for my father. I can't help asking, "Who is this woven for? "Mom said it was woven for me. I was surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" Mom said softly, "I can't be free now. I can wear it later." After a while, she sighed and said, "I can only do this now." I'm not here in the future, you should know how to be cold and warm, and you can't freeze. "At that time, I was still young, but I vaguely heard the implication and didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, this sweater that my mother knitted at that time really became her last product. This is the only warm sweater I have now. My mother's warmth has continued until this moment, and this sweater is on me now. I stroked it, and there were thousands of emotions in my heart ... My mother only studied in the third grade of primary school. Speaking of these three years of education, there is another reason. At that time, grandparents were poor and girls didn't have a chance to study. Grandparents are busy outside all day, only enough food and clothing for the whole family. My mother has to take care of her brother since she was a child. In a blink of an eye, my uncle should study. My uncle was timid when he was a child. His mother sent him to school and just wanted to go home. He cried and wouldn't let her go. Later, for my uncle to go to school, the school decided to let them go to school together, and they only charged one person's tuition. In this way, mother has the opportunity to go to school. Mother cherishes this opportunity to study. Only later did my uncle want to go to school, and the school no longer agreed to let them pay half the cost. In this way, mother finally recognized a few words. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father always spent a few cents on Saturday to buy a weekend pictorial. After dinner, I watched it with my mother. My sister and I can't read it, so we can only look at a picture and guess for ourselves, but in our hearts, we have begun to have a desire to read and write. This is the influence of parents on us. My mother also likes to watch Shan Hai Jing bought by my father, which contains many folk stories. After dinner, when I feel better, my mother will tell me and my sister. We always listen attentively, and sometimes we read a magazine in a hurry, but we often glance at it: white paper and black paper. It doesn't know me and I don't know it. Mom will smile and say, "When you go to school, you must study hard so that you can understand these words later.". "In addition to newspapers and magazines, my mother also loves reading books. The figure of my mother holding a book in her memory is so profound. My mother told me many stories about the Three Kingdoms, such as borrowing an arrow from a straw boat, a series of tricks, an empty plan, Battle of Red Cliffs and so on. She has only received three years of primary education, but she can read a lot. Once I asked my mother, "Can you understand these words?" Mother said, "some do, some don't." "I don't understand what to do?" Mom said, "If you don't understand, I'll ask the dumb teacher." I'm curious, "dumb teacher? Who is the mute teacher? "Mother is satisfied with the dictionary in her hand." The dumb teacher is her and the dictionary is the dumb teacher. When I don't understand, I will ask her and she will tell me the answer. ""oh! "From then on, I understand that dictionaries are dumb teachers and teachers who can't talk. Later, I found out that when my mother was studying, her dumb teacher was always around. She often asks the teacher for advice with an open mind. It was my mother's earnest study that influenced me and made me like reading and writing since I was a child. While missing my mother, I am really grateful to her. Gratitude is too weak for maternal love. Motherly love is like a lamp, illuminating the journey of my life. Motherly love is like water, nourishing the heart of my life. There is a family photo in the photo album, which is the only one. I remember it was Chinese New Year, and the family was very happy. They dressed up and went out to take this photo. I was only 6 years old and my sister was 8 years old. In the photo, mom and dad are sitting and my sister is standing on both sides. My mother is dressed in light blue and my father is dressed in a light yellow suit. The brown clothes my sister and I are wearing were sewn by my mother. At that time, this zipper coat was still a new trend. Mother took pains to ask a friend who specializes in making clothes. I don't know where these two long zippers came from. On and off for a long time, on the eve of the Spring Festival. My sister and I were so happy. I don't know how proud I am to put it on and take a photo. My mother always regrets that her hair is not combed properly and there is a "door frame" on her forehead. A few years later, she joked that it was the gate of hell. Father doesn't like to hear her say that. Her banter sounded very uncomfortable to us. My mother has always wanted to take another photo. But it never came true. Reality is always so cruel. Nine years after this photo was taken, my mother finally became seriously ill. She never went to the hospital and stayed at home for more than a month. In the meantime, my mother has been suffering from various diseases. She knew she was going to die soon, so she kept telling me, "Son, be calm and don't take things too extreme." "Son, think it over before you offend others." "Son, you know, one day behind the scenes, someone outside. "... I know that she is most worried about me, with strong self-esteem, self-righteousness and love to show off. And my sister, honest and obedient but afraid to make any noise. Many years later, when I repeatedly hit a nail in my interpersonal communication, I recalled my mother's words and suddenly realized how far-sighted my mother was and predicted my habits long ago. At that moment, I was in tears, and my mother left, but she still continued her love to this day. I clearly remember that afternoon, the doctor came out of the room, shook his head at his father and said, "It's no use. It seems that I won't survive tonight. Inform relatives and friends, come if you can! " Hearing this, my sister cried at once. Dad frowned and didn't stretch for months. On that day, there were many relatives at home, but they were always quiet. My mother couldn't speak at that time, her eyes moved slightly and looked at all of us. I still can't forget my mother's eyes at that time. I didn't understand it at that time, but now I think about it. It contains a lot of reluctance, nostalgia, helplessness, regret, concern and expectation ... My mother left at 1 am. At that time, the night was as cold as frost, and the "boss" who handled the aftermath repeatedly asked us not to cry in front of her. I endured it all night. There was no telephone at home at that time. At dawn, I rode my bike to my aunt's house to tell the news, but I didn't transfer to her house for a whole hour. At that time, my mood was as chaotic as the road under my feet, and I didn't know where I was going. I remember ten days later, I got seven subjects in the school mid-term exam, and the average score failed! The least one actually scored 18. I got the score that day and walked on my way home in a daze. I saw a mother and daughter walking and laughing on the road. I was fascinated and couldn't understand why I didn't have such an opportunity since I was a child, why my mother left me so early, and why God treated me like this. Not really. I lost my mother like this, so I buried my mother in the deepest part of my heart. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath. Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she rushed to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet. But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wandering Son said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."