Motherly love topic composition 1 I have a kind of love for life. It gives me warmth when I am hot and cold, and gives me a loving look when I lose my lead, which makes me wonder if there is a kind of love when I am confused ... She is the greatest and most selfless love in the world, and I can't get rid of it no matter where I go. Motherly love!
In the sickly spring, I accidentally got sick, and my mother didn't even have time to eat, so I went to the hospital as soon as possible. My doctor took medicine, and when I got home, I also used it to take medicine, or cook and wash clothes, but she never complained that she was tired and her mother loved it as much as honey. In hot summer, my mother always gets up early and cools the yard in bed. Then I carry her to bed and have a natural rest. If there are mosquitoes or bedbugs, she still holds a fan as a tool for me to drive away mosquitoes, and the clothes soaked with sweat don't stop until I wake up. My mother loves cakes. When fruit comes in autumn, no matter how expensive it is, I always eat fruit around new ones. These fruits are always washed from the market after her mother sells them. Where I can see them, my mother likes them as much as sweet juice. Cold winter, rainy and snowy weather, whenever my mother holds an umbrella, the umbrella always covers me completely, but the rain and snow spare my mother's semi-wet clothes, but my mother hardly feels maternal love.
When I encounter some difficulties in the social life of school, my mother can help me and encourage me when I fail in my study. Mom's love is everywhere, and work is everywhere. This is the greatest love in the world-maternal love. Here I really want to say to my mother: "I love you, mom!" " Mom, you have worked hard! "
Motherly love topic composition 2 There is one kind of love that is the greatest in the world, and that is maternal love! There is one person in the world who deserves our reward most, and that is mother!
In a blink of an eye, I am nine years old. In these nine years, you have done a lot for me. I want to thank your mother for not only giving me life, but also taking care of me.
When I was less than one year old, my father went to work in other places. At that time, you took care of me while working. I was disappointed at that time, too, and my constitution was very poor. I often have a cold and fever, mostly in the middle of the night. And you always help me get dressed and take me to the hospital at once. The dark night immediately flooded us both. ...
In the hospital, you hold me to register, find a doctor, pay the fee and take medicine. When the nurse hung up the intravenous drip for me, you can finally sit down, but you are still fidgeting. You are afraid that I will miss the needle, hold my little hand in your hands and stare at me tightly, afraid that something will happen to me. So until dawn, my illness recovered, but you were haggard.
Mom, you not only care about me in life, but also teach me how to be a man. Teach me to challenge difficulties and not bow before them. So I want to thank your mother for her education.
In this year's dance class, I learned the samba, the most difficult Latin dance. Once, I couldn't learn the movements explained by the teacher well. When I came home from school, you looked at me moping and asked me why, so I told you about it and said I didn't want to study. Let you tell the teacher. After listening to it, you said to me, "Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties. You will succeed as long as you work hard. If you want to back down when you encounter difficulties, you can't do anything well in the future ... "With your encouragement, I carefully recalled every movement explained by the teacher and practiced it again and again. Things have been troubled and I finally succeeded.
Ah! Mom, you are like a cup of tea. You can drink your warmth in a cold night, your mellowness in loneliness, your indifference in tears, and your lifelong care and gentleness.
Motherly love topic composition 3 has a sea, which is the mother's mind; 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 bleed without tears." I gritted my teeth and didn't even hum. At that moment, I asked myself, "Does mom really love me? But why are you so mean to 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, healthy and strong growth, your love moistens my heart like sunshine and rain. Mom, I just want to say to you: "I love you!" Love you forever ... "
Motherly love topic composition 4 Motherly love is a river, and I am the seed of happiness growing by the river.
My mother always seems to be uneasy about me, always nagging, for example: it's cold today, so put on more clothes; What did you learn at school today? Have you learned? ..... makes me a little annoyed.
It was Saturday morning, and I watched TV all morning. When my mother asked me to help her cook, I brushed my bike again. My mother said angrily,' What should I have done if I asked you for help?' '
I was scolded by my mother and went to help.
When cooking, when my mother was looking for something in my room, she couldn't help nagging:' What if you don't fold this quilt and watch you go to high school? And the orange peel you ate. I have told you many times that I have cleaned it up ... but you just won't listen ... "
"I see. I'll clean up after I brush the car."
After a while.
"Who is this to eat peanut coat? I won't clean up. "
"Oh, that's what I eat. I will clean it up soon. " I shouted in the yard.
In the evening, my father went out, my mother and brother went to bed, and I watched TV dramas by the TV. After a while, my mother woke up and said, "What time is it? Go to sleep quickly. " "Oh, it's almost over." I said. My mother didn't answer at that time. After five minutes, my mother nagged again: "Look at you. Do you know how much homework you did today when you watched TV?" ..... "When I heard that, I found something was wrong, so I immediately turned off the TV and" escaped "to my room.
Although my mother's nagging makes me a little tired, I understand that this is my mother's heart.
My mother's love topic composition 5 My mother is almost forty years old, but she still looks younger. Mother has a lot of curly hair, black and shiny; A pair of bright eyes are embedded in the melon face; Smooth cherry mouth and beautiful aquiline nose. It would be even more beautiful if there were no wrinkles on her face at that time.
My mother is strict with me. As long as I make mistakes in my homework, she will keep talking. Once, I was playing with toys after finishing my homework. My mother came to me and said, "Give me your homework quickly. Don't try to move if you make a mistake! " "I showed my homework to my mother, and she picked it up and checked it carefully. I thought to myself: fortunately, I checked it again, and there won't be too many mistakes. A few minutes later, my mother said to me angrily, "Look, you wrote a few words wrong. How can these words be written askew ... why are you so careless in your homework? Why don't you check it after you finish it? "I looked at the notebook. Oh, I really misspelled a few words, and they were not neat. But didn't I check it again? My mother seemed to read my mind and said, "Look carefully, you can't just look. "Mom, you are so eye-catching! My mother's strictness may be a sign of taking care of me.
My mother has little knowledge, but she is good at math. Sometimes I don't think of the solution to the math problem she thought of. When I was in the second grade, my mother felt that I should do more oral math problems, exercise the speed of oral math and improve the quality of oral math. So, she began to teach me to calculate 24 (that is, an arithmetic game of playing cards). At first, I couldn't even work out the simplest figures. Later, my mother took great pains to teach me and explain the calculation methods and skills to me until I knew it. Now my calculation speed and accuracy have been greatly improved. I think my mother taught me carefully, which is also a kind of love for me. My mother gave me endless love. Shouldn't I thank her?
There is a kind of love, called maternal love, selfless, asking nothing but our healthy growth. There is a person named mom. She is very kind. It was her mother who gave us maternal love and made us thrive. She saw it, but she was just secretly happy.
As the saying goes, maternal love is selfless. Today, I also want to talk about my mother's love for me.
One day after class, my ear was hurt by a senior. I was beaten badly, my ears were swollen and bleeding. After reading it, my mother shed tears of distress. She took me to the hospital immediately after work. On the bus to the hospital, she kept hugging me tightly with an anxious expression on her face. When I came to the hospital, my mother ran around, registered and paid the money, and she was so tired that she was sweating. I see it in my eyes and it's sweet in my heart.
Come to the treatment room. Every time the doctor presses my ear, my mother asks with concern, "Does it hurt?" Touch my head with that warm hand. In fact, at that time, my ears didn't hurt so much after being coated by the doctor. But mom insisted on asking. Every time she asks, "Does it hurt?" I feel surrounded by love and extremely happy.
Once, the dance teacher gave us an assignment: splitting. But I can't cut it down. But I am determined to cut it down. So I began to practice leg press at home, but my legs ached after practicing for a long time. I want to give up. Finally, with the support and encouragement of my mother, I finally pressed it down. Now, I can separate a horizontal fork from a vertical fork
Another time, my sister and I quarreled over a trivial matter. Mother patiently reasoned with me and asked me to apologize to my sister. I thought I was right at that time, and I was too embarrassed to admit my mistake, so I refused to go. After my mother's repeated demands and reasoning, I finally apologized to my sister. My sister forgave me. After thinking about it, it was really my fault. Since then, I always take the initiative to say "I'm sorry" because I realized my own shortcomings. It was my mother who taught me how to be a man.
My mother's love for me, I believe, can't be compared with my mother.
Motherly love topic composition 7 My mother has always cared about me, and I grew up happily and healthily under her care. The story between my mother and me, like countless stars in the sky, also fills my life with seven colors of sunshine.
Last summer vacation, I watched my cousin ride a bicycle all over the street, which was chic and cool. Last week, I felt the desire to learn to ride a bicycle. My mother naturally agreed, so I got the first bicycle in my life and began a tortuous course of learning to drive.
Learning to drive seems easy, but in fact it is very difficult. One foot is on the board, the other foot is on the ground, and I just want to close my foot and lose my balance. It turns out that cycling is by no means as easy as the wind I imagined. So I cried timidly and told my mother that I didn't want to learn. My mother smiled and dried my tears, encouraging me to say, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is not easy to learn any skills, but as long as you have the courage, you will certainly learn it if you persist." So I plucked up my courage again. On the first day, I learned to get on the bus. The next day, I learned to brake safely. On the third day, I learned to pedal continuously occasionally. Looking at my progress, my mother has an approving expression on her face.
However, after studying for another two days, there has been no progress. I can't keep my balance for a long time, nor can I ride a car for a long time. I want to give up, so my mother encourages me that practice makes perfect. Only by practicing more can I get familiar with the car and control it well. My mother's encouragement gave me the courage to persist, and finally I learned to ride a bike within a week. Maybe I'm not very skilled, but I'm glad things are really as my mother said. I really understand learning any skills. The most important thing is to learn to stick to this truth.
My growth is inseparable from my mother's careful teaching. This is my mother's deepest love. She taught me the truth of being a man: nothing is difficult to a willing mind.
Motherly love topic composition 8 Love is selfless and priceless. Of course, everyone loves in different ways. Although sometimes we don't realize it, it is also a kind of love.
I remember one time, the teacher asked us to recite a long text and told us to go home and read it carefully and recite it the next day. When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag and immediately picked up the book and began to read. However, no matter how I read it, I can't recite it several times. I was so angry that I simply threw the book away. My mother hurried to my room and leaned against the door when she heard the noise. "What's the matter? Who bothers you? " Mom said with a smile, I looked unhappy and choked back tears and said, "Nobody bothers me, don't you think?" This text is too long. The teacher asked me to recite it all. I will recite it tomorrow. I have read it many times, but I still can't recite it. "Of course you can't do that. Mom still had that expression, and I looked at her kind face with a grain of salt. Later, my mother taught me a method. I tried it, and it was really smart! I learned this text by heart. If I am a person who has lost my way, my mother is a lamp, illuminating me to find my way again. If I were a star in the sky, my mother would be my moon. If I were a lovely little fish, my mother would be the sea that raised me …
My father loves me, too. For me, my father's hair has turned white. For me, the wrinkles on my father's face have increased and deepened ... My father is very knowledgeable. There was a problem in my homework once, and I couldn't figure it out. I went to ask my father, who taught me how to solve this problem carefully. After I finished my homework, my father said to me, "I will teach you. Don't walk twice in life. Don't be angry." Dad never told me the meaning of this sentence, only told me my own experience in my life. ...
In short, no matter what, mom and dad will always love me, and I will always love mom and dad!
Mom's Love Topic Composition 9 How common a word "mom" is, but how much bitterness it expresses. Mom, everyone must think that mom is very annoying and nagging every day, but what about that mom? Can you listen without nagging? My mother is annoying sometimes, but she is also good for us! Who doesn't want their children to be top-notch? Teachers like them and classmates support them. So is my mother. In life, I must be with her. Although she doesn't know much about learning, she is also very helpful to me.
Just say that time! After lunch, my mother told me that she would not go home for dinner tonight. Let me cook by myself. I'm thinking about what to eat tonight, and I'm going to fry potatoes. Suddenly it began to rain cats and dogs. I continue to make potatoes. Soon ... I heard a loud noise and looked at it. "Mom, why are you back?" It turned out that my mother came back because she was afraid that I had no food. I glanced at my mother, who was very short of breath. Obviously, it was raining cats and dogs on the way back, and she came back sweating like a pig. My tears finally rolled out disobediently.
Go to the study! There have also been some cases, that is, I started learning English in the third grade. Since then, my mother will be an "English teacher" to test me every night when she doesn't work overtime. Mom can't speak English, but she can also speak Chinese! When my mother was reading Chinese, I took out a piece of chalk and wrote English on my "small blackboard". In fact, there is no small blackboard at all, just my door! After that, I always did this … until the fifth grade, when my mother bought it for me, I played with my mother every day and stopped being an "English teacher". By the end of the term, I found that my grades dropped sharply, so I became my mother's "primary school student" again.
Ah! Mom, ordinary and great mom! I love you forever!
Motherly love topic composition 10 Mother is an important person in our family. In order to let me concentrate on my study and let my father work with peace of mind, she not only finished working for eight hours, but also did all the housework.
Mother scrimps and saves, respects the old and loves the young, and does her best for the food of the whole family. In addition to taking care of his weak father, let him eat more good food every day, and adjust three meals a day to save some money to honor his grandparents. As long as I can remember, my mother hasn't left pickles and soy sauce on the dinner table. When there are few dishes, she hardly moves chopsticks. Whenever we persuade her to eat vegetables, she always says, "You eat, it's time for you to grow up." So the neighbors praised her mother as a good wife and mother.
Mother is not afraid of threats, insists on justice and dares to fight. One afternoon, my mother and I came to a booth selling cucumbers. The old man selling vegetables weighed two Jin of cucumbers for my mother. When he turned to give his mother change, a young man with a moustache came over. He took three cucumbers as fast as he could, and turned and ran when Grandpa wasn't looking. Mother gave the young man a hand and said quietly, "Hey, Comrade, your cucumber hasn't been weighed yet, and you haven't given me any money. How can you go? " The young man with a moustache got round eyes and shouted to his mother, "I didn't buy cucumbers here. Why should I give him money?" Mother's eyes were firm and she said rudely to the young man, "I saw you take the cucumber from here and put it in a basket." You said you bought cucumbers from others. Can you tell me how much it costs? " The young man was suddenly speechless, put down the cucumber and ran away despondently. The old man selling cucumbers repeatedly said, "Thank you! Comrade. " Mother said, "Don't worry, uncle! There will be more and more people who uphold justice, and every citizen has the responsibility to maintain social order. " Ah! What a good mother. I am proud to have such a mother.
Motherly love topic composition 1 1 Motherly love is like an idyll, long, pure and elegant. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead sculpture and make it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like an affectionate song, graceful and melodious, singing softly. Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
I still remember that day, there was a cold wind blowing outside the window. I found a note on my desk: Xuanxuan, I have something to do in the morning and I have to come back this afternoon. Please help yourself to heat the food in the refrigerator. I went to school after breakfast according to my mother's instructions. At noon, it suddenly snowed heavily. My hands were red with cold and my head was covered with glistening snow. I saw all the other children were picked up by their parents. What about me? I just braved the heavy snow to go home and was about to leave when I suddenly saw a familiar figure, "Oh! It's mom! " I shouted in my mind. My mother waved to me. I ran over with joy. I suddenly remembered the note on the table and asked my mother in surprise, "Mom, didn't you say you wouldn't come back until this afternoon?" "I saw it snowing too hard outside. You must be very cold. " Mom replied. Then she put on my coat. On the way, I found my mother's hands and face were red with cold, and I kept sneezing. I looked at my mother's haggard expression, my nose was sour, and a warm current came to my mind. Later I learned that my mother caught a cold that day.
Motherly love is also like a cool breeze.
One summer, our house lost power for no reason. I can't turn on the air conditioner. I'm so hot that I sweat all over. I close my eyes but I can't sleep. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew to me. I opened my eyes. Oh! It turned out that my mother was holding a fan to climb the mountain for me, and I gradually fell asleep. When I got up early in the morning, my mother was all sweaty and even her vest was wet. Suddenly I feel too ignorant.
Motherly love is better than sound, and intangible is better than tangible. Although I can't hear you, it is like spring thunder, echoing in my heart. Although invisible, like a mountain, it stands in front of us. Mother is great, she gave us kind maternal love, let us thrive in the ocean!
Mom's love topic composition 12 rainstorm is often unpredictable. But I am not afraid of hail or rain, because there is love behind me.
The square is crowded, some people are dancing in the square dance, some people are selling gadgets, and I wear skates in the crowd, proud as a fish. My mother sometimes looks at me and sometimes talks to her friends.
But God doesn't care about people's moods. One drop, two drops of bean-sized rain hit me. However, after a few seconds, the scattered beans turned into a dense hail, mixed with strong winds, and hit people hard. Panicked people are like frightened sheep, scrambling to run, scrambling to run. They don't care whether I wear skates or not, you squeeze me and he pushes me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I fell to the ground and shouted, mom! Mom! In the rain, I saw my mother squeeze into the crowd, and in the thunder, I heard her shout, my child! My child!
A few steps turned into a galaxy, and we didn't meet until the crowd receded. At this point, my shoes have already been washed away by the crowd. My mother gave me a silent look at first, and then said to me, I'll carry you. I saw her chubby, short body slowly bending down, and the clothes washed by the rain clung to her skin, revealing her generous shoulders. I put my arms around my mother's neck and put my head on her shoulder. She held me in her hands, then stood up slowly and walked forward carefully.
My mother walks slowly and shivers, maybe because my mother is old, or maybe because I have grown up. The heavy rain made me wet, and I felt like I was covered with ice. Finally, I got the warmth of my mother. I saw that her face was covered with water droplets, and I didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. But I know that there must be tears on my face at this time. I feel that what supports me now is a world.
It is a long and difficult journey to climb the slope, cross the street and go home. My mother quickly wiped my face with a towel and prepared clean clothes for me to take a shower, but she was still soaked.
She didn't provide me with gems, silks and satins, nor jewels and jade, but from the moment she carried me, I had the most precious thing-love, behind me.
Motherly love topic composition 13 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "This song spread all over the streets, enduring for a long time, and the moving melody made many people cry slowly.
I also have a good mother. My mother is a teacher. She has more than fifty students. She is very strict with them and often organizes students to participate in extracurricular activities. Mother loves not only her students, but also me. Every day when I come home from school, my mother will help me with my homework seriously. The problem I don't understand is that my mother always explains it over and over again until I understand it.
Mother's love is in my hair. Every Sunday, my mother will help me wash my hair, tie a beautiful braid and put on beautiful clothes for my hair. When I go to school on Monday, my classmates will praise my beautiful hair and make me happy.
Mother's love is not only during the day, but also at night. Every night, after I fall asleep, my mother will come to see me quietly. If my quilt is not covered, my mother will cover it for me; If the weather is very hot, my mother will help me open the window, and sometimes even sit by the bed and fan me; If it is too cold, mother will close the window. When I got up in the morning, I saw my mother's big black bags under her eyes. I often ask my mother if she is sick. My mom just smiled and said, it's okay.
Although my mother loves me very much, she doesn't spoil me. If I do something wrong, sometimes she loses her temper. Once, my mother bought me a new book, and I read it with relish. My mother reminded me to sleep many times, but I couldn't bear to let it go. I saw it unconsciously after ten o'clock. Finally, my mother got angry and shouted at me, "Look at the clock, it's ten o'clock! It's not a bad thing to love reading, but it's wrong to live irregularly and not go to bed on time. Go to sleep quickly! " I was a little "angry" when I heard her voice, so I dared not say anything, so I had to turn off the lights and go to bed quickly.
Mother's love, like a warm current, surrounds me day and night, making me grow up happily; Motherly love, like a pair of wise hands, shaped me into a polite, reasonable and learning-loving child.
Some people say that maternal love is eternal and great. I feel that maternal love is the final destination of a wanderer, touching and delicate. It is also irresistible to every child. How difficult it is for mothers to raise us with their milk.
Mom, I know that when I was sick, it was you, sitting on the bed and crying in pain. I know that when I do my homework, it is you who patiently guide me. I know that when my academic performance drops, you are more anxious than me, but you still have to smile and encourage me and think of various ways for me. When I was a child, you sang to me and put me to sleep. In the cold winter, you covered me with a warm quilt. When I was burning the midnight oil in my intense study, it was you who brought me a cup of warm water on time every day. Although these are trivial things, they are all intertwined with your love for me. Even that simple cup of cold boiled water washed away your infinite concern and endless concern for me.
As the saying goes, beating is pro, scolding is love. You also went through a storm for me. When I was wet by your rain, my heart was cold. I hate you. I hate you. But when the rain stopped and everything calmed down, I suddenly found that your heart was wet by the rain, and it was more thorough than mine. Only then did I understand how painful it was for you to scold me and criticize me.
Mom, I have seen your smile, your cry, your bitterness, your sadness and your joy. You moistened the rings of my years with fine rain and dew, and you faced my study and life with a bright smile. You face my future and life with tolerance.
Your love is the sunshine in March, which always warms me. Mom, I love you.
Mother's love topic composition 15 Under the orange light, my pen rustled and kept writing. After studying for more than an hour, I feel that my head is not on the table. "Are you tired?" At this time, there was a familiar and cordial concern. When I looked up, there was a cup of coffee made by my mother on the table.
I picked up this steaming cup, and the attractive aroma came at me and took another sip. On this quiet night, I can't help but get lost in thought. ......
Suddenly found that my mother is like this cup of strong coffee, how great and selfless it is! Emit a special fragrance, the first taste is tasteless, the second is bitter, and the last is sweet. Because its sugar is deposited in the background, you can only appreciate its sweetness if you taste it carefully! It's like a reserved mother. It is revealed in her words and deeds, a cordial greeting, a caring concern, some kind nagging, and even a severe reprimand ... Isn't this all a sign of love? And I turned a blind eye. From 15 years ago, I began to ingest my mother's milk and asked my family for something to cover my stomach. The years passed. I grew up from a young and ignorant teenager to a handsome one, and my mother's sideburns quietly grew silver hair. /kloc-for 0/5 years, you broke my heart for my growth, gave everything, and had no regrets. Motherly love this cup of coffee, I tasted it for 15 years before I tasted its real taste. In the past 15 years, how much sadness my willfulness and ignorance have brought to my mother and how much pain my rebellion has brought to her. You embraced everything with a generous and kind heart.
How can I repay your deep affection as bright as the sun? On this quiet night, I tasted coffee again. But I tasted not only the taste of coffee, but also the maternal love like sunshine and rain.