The next day, I braved the early wind to play with my friends.
Then the two of us went to play, but the scene after that really made me cry! Because I saw two people standing at the door of a family, one selling dogs and the other buying dogs. As far as I know, these two people have two dogs at home, one is an old dog and the other is a puppy. This old dog is the mother of the puppy, and the puppy is bigger and fatter than her mother. It seems that these two people want to sell the puppy. I saw the puppy snuggling up to its mother, and her mother yelled at the dog buyer as if to bite it, but the puppy had a kind heart. It didn't bite the dog buyer because the puppy knew it took them away to make money. The dog yelled at the dog buyer, but its owner yelled at its mother, but the mother didn't listen to her master at all. Still yelling at the dog buyer, who has a huge pair of pliers in his hand, which is a tool for catching dogs. When the mother dog saw the pliers in her hand, she barked even harder. I am very touched. So my mother is so great. I tried to stop it, but then I thought, this is not my dog, and what I said doesn't count! I hesitated for a while and finally made a decision. I want to stop it, even though I'm not its owner. But try it!
I said, "Hey, can't you two see that people are inseparable?" Why did you sell it? Although it is a dog, it also knows how to be affectionate and just. From the moment you began to raise it, it recognized you as its owner and never betrayed you. Haven't you heard that dogs are the most loyal? Dogs are our playmates. Why do you hurt them? "The person who bought them answered me," Little girl, dogs eat dog meat when they grow up. Besides, how can dogs compete with people? " I said, "why can't dogs compete with others?" Besides not being able to talk, what is worse for dogs than people? The real meaning of raising a dog is that dogs eat dog meat when they grow up? Won't you feel sorry for the dog by doing this? Can you treat dogs as animals? Aren't you a little disappointed? Isn't there a little unbearable? Is there no trace of heartache? Before the buyer could speak, the owner of the dog said, "I'm not selling this dog." "The dog buyer said," Everyone agrees. How can you change your mind? "I added fuel to the fire and said," The shopkeeper is not selling, why are you still here! "The dog buyer drove away in a noisy car.
The owner of the dog said to me, "thank you for letting me know the true meaning of keeping a dog and letting me know that dogs are alive." You don't have to buy dog meat or eat dog meat when you have a dog. " The two dogs ran around me, wagging their tails. My family always says that dogs wag their tails to make friends with you! I quickly squatted down to shake hands with its mother.
I am very moved by this incident today. Although they are dogs, they also have human feelings and friendship. As the saying goes, "blood is thicker than water" cannot be separated from the love between mother and child. Please treat animals equally in the future. The sky is big, and maternal love is bigger than the sky!
In the process of our growth, we are accompanied by a strong maternal love. Mother is a charcoal fire in the severe winter, a shade in the hot summer, a stepping stone in the torrent, and a bright lamp in the foggy sea. Mother breeds delicious fruit with sweet nectar and moistens ideal flowers with clear spring of mind.
A mother anxiously sent a seriously ill child to the hospital, which is maternal love; A mother risked her life to save her child, which is maternal love; Mothers leave good food to their children and stick to a simple diet, which is also maternal love.
The greatness of a mother lies not only in condensing the child's flesh and blood, but also in shaping the child's soul. Mother's life is a voyage of love. I want to say-maternal love is endless!
My mother, what an ordinary and kind mother. I heard that my mother hugged me every day for more than a month after giving birth to me, because as long as my mother put me down, I would cry sadly. Over time, now my mother hurts as long as she exercises more. Seeing this, my heart ached. It can be said that I caused all this. However, this is only the beginning. Because at that time, I was still young and my resistance was poor. One night, I suddenly had a high fever. My loving mother noticed my mistake and rushed me to the hospital. As it's past two in the morning, my hands and feet are cold. My mother hugged me with her arms and warmed me with her body temperature. I didn't know it until I grew up. But I know that my mother must have cried at that time, because it was tears of great love.
Who is the best woman in the world? That is our loving mother. There is only one most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call from mother.
I grew up in maternal love, in which I learned to speak and walk, and also learned the noble character of my mother.
My mother teaches in a middle school, which is a very tiring job. When my mother thought this position was the third highest in the world. Mothers impart colorful knowledge to students every day. When I go home, I have to correct my homework and prepare lessons. Sometimes I correct my homework until late at night. Even so, my mother went to tell me: "This position is ordinary and great."
I not only got life from my mother, but also absorbed the essence of life. I am getting older every day, while my mother is getting older every day. The long river of years broke through the gully on her originally beautiful face; The passage of time has added many vicissitudes to his black hair. I know my mother is really not young, but she is still beautiful in my heart. She is like a lovely tree, leaning against her fantasy in spring, her prosperity in summer, her maturity in autumn and her meditation in winter. Because maternal love never grows old-maternal love has no boundaries!
Motherly love is like a small sun, warming my heart! Motherly love is like a pair of sturdy shoes, accompanying me on this road of life! Motherly love is like delicious food, let me enjoy all the delicious food!
Since I came into this world, my mother has had an extra burden-taking care of me! Although it was a difficult burden, she didn't complain and enjoyed it sweetly. Now that I have grown up, I understand why "Meng Mu is used to choosing neighbors. If you don't study, you will break the loom. " Why did little Peter's mother write all 0 fannies on the bill? This can't be bought with money in this world, and mothers don't need anything in return.
At home, because I am an only child, my mother loves me, my father loves me, my grandmother dotes on me and kisses me, so I am simply a "little princess". Mother always puts all the delicious food in my bowl when eating. I eat the fattest meat and fish without thorns. She is beside me to help me peel shrimp. I enjoyed my mother's delicious food with relish, but she didn't even take the first bite. I always eat new rice on the rice cooker, but my mother eats overnight.
Mom, let it fly! Don't keep me in a cage like a bird, let me fly out! I can do it. Because my mother is very busy at work, she always leaves work to pick me up from school. I tried to discuss with my mother and said, "I am no longer a child." I can go to school and go home by myself. You see, many students in our class go to and from school by themselves. " Weng Jie Zhen, who lives in Repulse Bay, is far from school, so he comes to school by bus. When I grow up, I can be like my classmates. I can do something! "But you always refuse, saying that there are too many cars coming and going, and it is dangerous to cross the road. I am still young, and some things are not easy to do by myself. You always treat me like a toddler, and I don't even feel comfortable crossing the street. It's really too much.
Now, I finally understand. You gave me all the delicious food, because you have a heart that loves me so that I can grow up well and healthily. You don't allow me to cross the road alone, because in your eyes, I always grow up like a child, which always makes you uneasy and worried.
Motherly love is the most sincere, selfless and greatest! Motherly love is like a gentle spring breeze, blowing my heart; Maternal love is a continuous drizzle, patting my face and nourishing my heart. Mom, because of your love, I am so happy and happy. I will repay you with the same love!
The first day of maternal love composition 4 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw yourself into your mother's arms, you can't enjoy happiness. " In the loving arms of my mother, I grow up happily every day. I remember one thing that made me feel the greatness of maternal love again.
65438+February 1 On that day, I suddenly had a fever, and I had a fever all the time, and I was covered in images.
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I am very worried about my mother. She will take me to see a doctor, get an injection and take medicine at once.
But the next day, it didn't work, the high fever still lingered, and my whole body was still itchy.
My mother was even more anxious and took me to another hospital. The doctor said to me, "This disease is called chicken pox. At first, it had a fever, pimples and itchiness. It takes a process, about fifteen days. This time, it will never happen again. " Mother breathed a sigh of relief after listening to the doctor.
I have a bad appetite because of illness. In order to make me eat more rice, my mother tried her best to cook many delicious dishes, but when I ate them, I felt bitter and tasteless. Mom didn't give up, but came up with another good idea-edamame bacon rice. Put it in front of me and feed it to me bite by bite. I ate several mouthfuls at once, and then my mother smiled happily.
In order to take care of me, my mother didn't have a good rest for days and nights. Cool me down when I have a fever at night and cook me good food during the day. Gradually, under the careful care of my mother, my fever has gone down, my body is no longer itchy, and my acne has slowly disappeared. However, many crow's feet appeared faintly in the corner of my mother's eye. Looking at these crow's feet, I thought, "I must study hard, make progress every day, be a sensible child and not let my mother worry."
Mother's love is great love and selfless love. Mom, I love you forever!
Motherly love on the first day of junior high school. A young heart is cared for. Let me fall into the feeling of being loved. This power has been growing with me. Inadvertently, I have learned to read this maternal love with my heart.
The day of love is always rippling and turning in my mind, turning to the freedom it yearns for, just like a happy cruise ship. In my heart, my mother is the person I always admire most. She is a hardworking, simple, kind and humorous person, and she knows how to take care of her family. My mother takes good care of my sister and me. My mother taught me: do everything with your heart and experience the philosophy of life with your heart ... My mother told me countless ways to be a man and the essence of life. Teach me how to integrate into society and how to become a useful talent. When I feel helpless, I will always give you a greeting and never forget to say a word of concern. Now, I am a junior high school student, but despite doing business in other places, my mother often calls me. Ask me about my school and my study ... Every week when I come here, I always feel warm in my heart when I get a call from my mother. For an instant, tears kept spinning in my eyes. I really want to fly to my mother's side and offer a cordial greeting: Mom, you have worked hard! Give mom a deep hug. The silent heart has been waiting ... I will grow up and learn to be strong and independent. At this moment, the love in my heart is unbearable. I released it quietly, counting the days in my memory gently, with laughter and tears. This includes my deep understanding of maternal love and touching my mother with my heart. Forever, this maternal love is closely linked and will be treasured in my heart forever.
People say that the greatest love in the world is maternal love. Indeed, I have been deeply immersed in the ocean of maternal love, stepping on endless waves, surrounded by the power of love, and let me feel the meaning of this love.
One night before going to bed, I felt a little sick in my stomach, which was very strange. I thought it was indigestion, so I didn't leave a message. I suddenly woke up with a stomachache in the middle of the night and wanted to wake my mother, but my mother slept so hard that I couldn't bear to wake her up. I'm very tired at work at ordinary times, and I have to get up early tomorrow to make breakfast for me, and I only slept for a few hours. So I endured the pain and slept again. But after a while, I woke up again. This time it hurt more than before. I broke out in a lot of cold sweat. I had to wake up my mother. My mother saw that I was pale and asked me, "What's the matter with you? Why are you so pale and sweating so much? " I said, "I have a stomachache." My mother gave me medicine immediately after listening to it, but I just swallowed it and spit it out. Seeing my mother in a hurry, I felt very sorry for her and worried her again. Knowing that I didn't wake her up immediately, my mother angrily criticized me and said, "Being sick is unbearable. The longer you endure, the more serious it will be. " Mom saw that my medicine didn't work, so she rushed to the hospital behind my back. On the way, my head leaned against my mother's back. I could feel that my mother's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat on my head seemed to be flowing downwards. But my mother never says "tired" and always carries me to the hospital.
The doctor said that I had acute gastroenteritis and had to stay in bed these days, so I had to drink porridge. When I got home, my mother asked me to take medicine first, and then she cooked porridge for me in case I was hungry. After a while, the porridge was cooked, and my mother put a bowl of steaming porridge in front of me. I took a bite and it was really delicious, so I finished it right away. My mother looked at me with a smile. I can see from my mother's expression that the bowl of porridge was carefully cooked by my mother, and she was reluctant to give it to me. These days, my mother doesn't sleep much either, because I always vomit, and she always stays by my bed. Many things happen. Under the careful care of my mother, my illness gradually improved.
Maternal love is great, we should cherish it and cherish it. When I grow up and my mother is old, I will take care of her like a mother.
When wanton youth finally returned to the right path under the inspiration of maternal love, tears shuttled through the memory woven by time and knocked on the last line of defense in my heart, I found that my mother's footsteps never went far, and her love never diminished, but the change of time made this love sharper.
Mothers are different from fathers. My father is semi-illiterate and doesn't know how to dance and write, but my mother likes reading very much. Therefore, they have different opinions on my educational methods. Because of my mother's insistence, I finally chose to keep company with books.
To tell the truth, I didn't like reading when I was a child. What worries me most is that my mother asks me how I feel about reading. By this time, I was speechless for a long time. My mother put away her usual warm smile and kept a straight face, which scared me to lower my head and prepare for reprimand. Mother is gentle and doesn't lose her temper. Maybe I made many mistakes and pushed her to the edge of love. The rough hand that was raised did not fall on me after all. She just muttered, blaming herself for teaching her daughter badly. Until now, I didn't understand my mother's hardship and pain.
After this incident, my mother never forced me to read books, but read me an article every day. In the accumulation day after day, I began to like reading, from which I learned a lot about being a man. The most important thing is to understand maternal love and my mother's good intentions.
Now I have read thousands of books, but I have never forgotten this. I have never forgotten the scene where my mother read articles for me.
I am lucky to have such a mother. No matter where I am, there is always her figure, her care and warmth. Time flies, things are ups and downs. Looking back, I saw maternal love again.
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. He accompanied his children in small bites. Thus, in the children's laughter and tears, the touching of maternal love was integrated.
I have been living in walking to school since I went to school, but I am not satisfied. Why are other parents willing to send their children to school by motorcycle or car, but my mother doesn't? This morning, I quarreled with my mother again and ran out of the house. Soon, the sky was covered with lead clouds, just as grandma said, "One day in June, the child's face changed as soon as it changed." I was caught off guard, panicked and burst into tears. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure in the rain, but it was my mother. I shouted happily, "Mom, I'm here!" " "It turned out that when I was in walking to school every day, my mother always followed me for fear that something would happen to me. As for why I want to go by myself, it is because my mother wants to exercise me! I really blamed my mother! " Mom, I'm sorry! "I sincerely apologize to my mother.
Oriole goes to Yan in spring, and then to Qiu Lai. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother on the high hall, they will all jump into her arms and shed tears.
There is a kind of love, just like the rain dripping on the eaves of my heart; There is a kind of love, so gentle; There is a kind of love called lingering; There is a kind of love in the world that penetrates the true feelings-maternal love, across the universe and through the Spring and Autumn Period.
When your heart is dim, who brought you from a little darkness to a ray of sunshine? Who helped you open your heart when you were most sad? Or who is watching the sunrise with you when you are lonely?
In the morning, when you sleep in a warm bed, in the middle of the night, the door is half open, and everything outside stands in their proper position perfectly. Suddenly, a figure broke into your sight and walked around the door. Yes, that's the figure of maternal love. A cordial call, urging the beginning and end of the dream, also ushered in a better tomorrow. It turns out that maternal love is warm in a thin figure and a kind call. Looking at my mother's messy hair, sweat on her face and tired eyes, my heart hurts like a knife. Then my mother brought me a bowl of hot noodles, which exuded fragrance and heat. Take a bite, even if the weather is bad and the temperature is very low, it can make me feel extremely happy, warm and selfless. I set off for school. My mother sits in the front and I sit in the back. At this time, my mother stood in front of me like a solid wall, shielding me from the wind and rain ahead. At the school gate, I turned and looked at my mother-she kept looking at me quietly, smiling, with no disappointment in her eyes. But I still believe that my mother is giving me a gentle touch with gentle eyes and letting me fly in encouragement. It turns out that even the most common smile, mother will smile with special flavor. Motherly love is the care behind the cold wind, and it is a silent smile in missing.
Mother's smile is the warmest spring breeze in the world; Mother's wrinkles are the scars of hard years; Mother's sweat and tears are the most precious pearls in the world; Mother's smile is a symbol of courage and tenacity, and it is the smile of the brave. Mother is a great woman with many virtues such as kindness, firmness, courage and hard work.
Motherly love is sometimes like a huge wave, which will give people a very strong impact; Sometimes it is like a trickle, slowly flowing into our lives. I love my mother, who plays pure songs in the world of my life with the most simple language and special love.
Mother, do you know that in your daughter's difficult life journey, your heartfelt reminder is that flowers in spring, clear springs in summer, fruits in autumn and fires in winter are the most beautiful songs and the most touching poems ... Mother, my mother's love, I only want to come to the daily newspaper to get the glow of the third spring.
There is a kind of love that is doomed to be ignored and difficult to understand, and that is maternal love! Maybe it's too common, maybe it's too long Because it is ordinary, it is ignored, and because it is long, it is not noticed. When I realized it, I- ...
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I like shopping. I always drag my mother back and forth between major shopping malls. That kind of happy feeling is really unparalleled. When I walk back and forth in the crowd like a deer, I always blame my mother: "Mom, you walk so slowly." At this time, my mother always smiled indifferently and said, "Yes, you have grown up." I used to smile proudly. One day, when I was still sleeping, it seemed unnatural to recall my mother's smile. In an instant, I understood that "I grew up" does not mean that my mother is old? How stupid of me to talk about such a topic in front of my mother. But after a while, I thought, "have I never paid attention to my mother?" Those two bundles of white hair and slow pace seem to touch my heart.
Life is like a beautiful song. Mother watched us play the first note and listened to all our joys and pains. Life is like a waiting ship. It belongs to our mother. We whistle for the first time, expecting all our success and tears.
Mother is old, with more annoying nagging and less warm eyes; More sighs, less laughter. I never understood maternal love before, but now I understand it: it is another expression of maternal love. This kind of love needs a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty and feel this deep love with heart. Because there is love, so happy, because happy, so moved. Moved by a nagging, a blessing, and an exhortation. Motherly love is a wisp of flower fragrance, which is placed deep in my heart. As long as the breeze blows, it can give off an intoxicating fragrance of flowers. It can accept the baptism of the storm, the heavier the wind and the rain, the crazier it is, and it is in full bloom.
Motherly love is a caring greeting;
Motherly love is an ordinary gesture;
Motherly love is a cup of fragrant tea;
Motherly love is mellow coffee. ...
I read my mother attentively.