Mom's love composition is 600 words

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Time: 13-06- 15 09:23:57 Column: Composition

Article 1: Motherly love

Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. Every time I hear this loud and deep song, I think of my mother's love for me, and my heart is like waves in the sea, which can't be calm for a long time.

When I was a child, I was sickly and often caught a cold and had a fever. I remember one time, I was fine during the day and suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night I took my temperature and it reached 40 degrees, which scared my mother to cry (at that time, my father was teaching in the countryside and my mother and I were the only ones at home). Mom bent down and said, come on, son, mom will take you to the hospital. My family lives in the county compound and locks the iron gate at night. In the middle of the night, my mother shouted for a long time, but the doorman didn't get up to open the door, which worried my mother very much. What can we do? What can I do? The child's illness is urgent. My mother decided to let me go out through the small hole under the door first, and I risked my life to climb over the iron gate. My mother said it several times afterwards, and I really didn't know how to climb out. In the hospital, the doctor diagnosed acute tonsillitis and needed to be hospitalized for intravenous drip. When the needle stuck in the back of my hand, my mother closed her eyes, just like the needle stuck in my mother's heart. After settling down, my mother applied a cold towel to me for a while, and then drove away the mosquitoes for me. She is very busy. Suddenly, I don't know what happened, my hands and feet twitched violently, and my mother cried out in tears: doctor, doctor, come quickly! What happened to my son! Hold me tightly in your arms at the same time, as if someone were going to take me away. After some emergency treatment, I stabilized. The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother's eyes were red. Only then did I know that my mother stayed with me all night last night, worrying about me all night, and didn't sleep a wink!

Although my mother loves me, she never dotes on me. I made a mistake, and my mother didn't tolerate me. She always taught me patiently until I realized my mistake. Since childhood, my mother has asked me to do my own thing, dress, wash my face and wash my handkerchief, and even let me go to the bookstore to buy books and stationery alone.

If I compare my mother's love to azaleas, so bright and so red; Compare it to a river. It is so long and clear. Mom, I love you forever!

Chapter II: Motherly love

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 mom 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

Chapter III: Motherly love

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 if it hurts, 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. From then on, 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.

Chapter IV: Motherly love

In my mind, the person who loves me the most is my mother.

When I was a child, I was not sensible. Once, I helped my mother wash the dishes and accidentally broke a flower bowl. Debris fell to the ground, and I quickly bent down to pick it up, but the debris cut my hand and blood suddenly flowed to the ground. I can't help crying. Hearing the crying, my mother ran into the kitchen and saw my bleeding hand, and she was so distressed that she shed tears. Then he brought cotton cloth, bandaged my wound and took me to the hospital. When I came back from the hospital, my mother packed up the sundries and told me to be careful in the future.

Another time, I helped my mother choose dishes. Because it is small, I don't know how to choose, but I still put everything I can eat in the trash can. After a while, my mother came in and saw only a few inedible rotten vegetables on the ground. I just want to have a seizure. I asked first: Mom, what do you think of my choice? Does it taste good？ Mom said in distress situation: Not bad. You made a mistake. You threw away all the edible dishes, but left all the inedible ones. You go and play first. I will teach you later. After listening to my mother's words, I spat out my tongue and bowed my head in embarrassment. Later, my mother taught me to be careful in choosing dishes, and I never missed it again.

Now that I have grown up, I have to do my homework at night, and my mother checks it for me every day. One night, I finished my homework quickly and went to play. When I came back, my mother had finished checking, but I didn't expect to do anything wrong.