In our study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to essay writing to some extent. Writing essay writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. You have no clue when you write the essay? The following is my mother's love essay for everyone, hoping to help everyone. Mother's Love Essay 1

One year, on my birthday, I went home that afternoon. My parents cooked and I was doing my homework. After a while, I heard my parents muttering something, and then there was a "crackling" cooking sound. Finally, I had dinner, and my mother served me a sumptuous dinner. Just as I was eating with relish, I suddenly saw a wound on my mother's hand. I finally knew what my parents had just muttered. It turned out that my mother accidentally cut her hand while cutting vegetables, but she still insisted on preparing a sumptuous dinner for me. When I thought of this, my eyes blurred involuntarily ... My mother's love was really selfless!

My mother gave us bright eyes to observe the world. Give us sensitive ears, let us listen to the world; Gave us dexterous hands, let us transform the world; Gave us healthy legs and let us travel around the world. Not only that, but mom gave us the whole world as a gift on the day we were born. Isn't that great enough?

We should know how to repay our mother's love, but we can't make money and buy them good things and gifts yet. The only thing we can do now is to study hard and make progress every day to make them happy. Mother's Love Essay 2

The rainbow after the rain is very bright, and I not only think of my mother's love.

In my opinion, my mother is not the type of a good wife and mother. In my memory, my father cooked breakfast and lunch. Mom didn't want to go to the kitchen, but dad couldn't come back at night, so mom reluctantly made her favorite instant noodles for her beloved daughter. Sometimes I ask my mother, "Mom, why don't you learn from those housewives?" Make me eat instant noodles every time! " Every time my mother comes to Shan Shan tunnel: "I am a gentleman, and a gentleman is far from the kitchen!"

I don't know when my mother changed. What I saw when I came home from school was no longer instant noodles, but all kinds of porridge carefully prepared by my mother. Mom's figure began to move in the kitchen where Dad frequented; There is a mother in the vegetable market where housewives often go; There is a mother beside the computer full of food explanations. It seems that in order to go to housewives, my mother bought a book named How to Be a Good Mother. I really can't understand her more and more.

one day, my third uncle came to my house to play. My father was sitting in the living room chatting with his uncle, while my mother was busy in the kitchen. In a short time, several dishes of delicious dishes and a preserved egg and lean meat were served. I heard that my mother did it, and my third uncle was very surprised. Hearing about my mother's change, my uncle gave me a meaningful look and said to my mother, "I thought you had changed your temper!" " Mom just smiled and didn't speak. Later, I couldn't help asking my mother, "Mom, do you like cooking?"

"why do you ask? ? "Mom's eyes have some subtle changes, I unknown so, mom's eyes why can you imagine a little lonely?

"Isn't your cooking getting better and better now?"

Mom finally sighed and said earnestly, "Mom doesn't like cooking. If she really likes it, she doesn't have to wait until now to learn it. I just heard from my neighbors that you often eat out with your classmates; You are in a rebellious period, and I think it is useless to persuade you, so ... "

Looking at the steaming porridge in front of me, I can't help but burst into tears. The porridge is full of my mother's love! Looking at the rainbow after the rain, my mother's gentle smiling face appeared again, which was so dazzling. The prosperity of the floating world is just a cloud in front of us, which will always be lost and changed; Only mother's love will not change from beginning to end. Mom's love essay 3

Mom, thank you for giving me this sweet, deep and meticulous maternal love.

mom, over the years, I want to say "thank you" for your love. It was your love that brought me up, it was your love that made me grow up happily, and it was your love that taught me to learn and be a man.

I remember when I was a child, you taught me to write and draw. It is you who often tell me the truth of reading and being a man; You took the trouble to send me to kindergarten; It was you who took me to the hospital with your arms in your arms when I was ill ... I can't count your love for me. However, you seem to have changed since I started in the first grade of primary school.

There was one thing that made me understand later. Do you remember? On the first day of my first grade in primary school, you took my hand and said earnestly, "Hanghang". From today on, you will be a real primary school student, which shows that you have grown up and become more sensible, so you should not only study hard, but also learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant, you know? "At that time, I nodded ... From that day on, my mother didn't care about me as before-I had to fold my clothes and quilts myself; Check the homework by yourself; Books, desks and schoolbags are packed by themselves; Even your own room should be tidied up. Mother doesn't treat me like before. But I lost my mother's mind. < P > In the third grade, the school held an activity to compete for small environmental guards. I was very active in that activity-picking up paper balls and cleaning. I did everything carefully and seriously, just like a cleaner. After the activity, thanks to my usual exercise, I won the honorary title of "Little Guardian of Environmental Protection". After this incident, I finally understood my mother's painstaking efforts.

mom, thank you for giving me this sweet, deep and meticulous maternal love. Mother's love essay 4

Mother's love is great, mother's love is selfless, and mother can sacrifice everything for her children. My mother devoted all her love to me the moment I was born.

I remember a cold winter when I was 6 years old, and my mother accompanied me through what I thought was the longest electronic piano lesson.

"Mom, shall I learn the electronic piano later?" That night, I hopped into the room happily from the outside. When I arrived at the room, I saw my mother's wrinkled face, and her mother was covering her stomach with her hand. "Mom, do you have a stomachache again?" Mom didn't answer me, her face was like crumpled paper. Seeing my mother's painful expression, my heart ached. I quickly helped my mother get the stomach medicine, handed the water to my mother, and asked her to take the medicine. My mother lay down slowly after eating the medicine. After a while, my mother finally spoke. My mother said in a weak voice, "Is it time for class?" "Nothing, I can go by myself." "I have no pain." Mother managed to show a smiling face. My mother's words made my heart ache. My mother was in such pain that I couldn't do anything. My tears rolled in my eyes, but I didn't let them flow.

as night falls, the bright moonlight shines through the window. My mother got dressed and was going to take me to learn the piano. On the dark road, my mother rode her bike slowly in front of me, and watching her pedal her bike so hard, my tears flowed out uncontrollably.

When I finally got to the music store, I got out of the car in a hurry, locked the car and slowly helped my mother into the house and sat down. When the class started, I was the first to go back to class. I played ok and was praised by the teacher. At this time, my mother showed a satisfied smile. Back to my seat, I saw my mother's face covered with sweat. It's winter! Besides, it's not hot in the room, and the sweat on my mother's face, oh, it turns out that my mother is suffering from pain, and how painful she is to sweat! Just one and a half hours, but that night was so long. Looking at the sweat on my mother's face, I can't help but feel heartache. Like dozens of needles in my heart, tears flow down my face again. The class was finally over. I helped my mother to the hospital, bought medicine and rode home slowly.

This is my mother. It has been many years, but my mother's face is covered with sweat, which often appears in my mind. Mom, I love you! I will repay your love with my good grades! Mother's love essay 5

Mother's love, like a fan, gently fanned, brought me a cool summer.

Mother's love, like a book, is full of care and love for me.

Mother's love, like a pair of beautiful wings, takes me to the blue sky and flies freely in the blue sky ...

He is not only a class cadre, but also a good boy praised by his neighbors. And it's still this scorching summer, alas. Mother's love is to wait for the staff to drive CMB, and our own car can't go up the mountain. It occurred to me that putting the bird's nest in a shoe box might lay a lot of eggs! "Twitter. It's like something is approaching us. The old grandmother is about 9 years old. In my memory, she is a kind old man-with white hair, many wrinkles on her face and dark blue clothes? Mother's Love Essay 6

Mother, accompanied me through countless ups and downs; Mom, lit up my life; Mom, it has ignited my vision and hope for the future ... Now, the imprint of years has covered her cheeks mercilessly, taking away her beautiful face, but the only constant is her deep maternal love.

Recalling all kinds of past events, I always had my mother when I was growing up: the first time I learned to write numbers, she stared at me all the time. When I made a mistake, the branch she was holding in her hand fell off without saying anything. I covered my hand with pain, bit my lip tightly and held back my tears. Mother looked at me coldly, indifferent. At night, I vaguely felt a pair of warm big hands holding me, and heard my mother whisper and sob, "Son, my mother hit you for your own good, and I hope you can grow up." I know you hurt, but my heart hurts more ... "I don't know why, my nose seems to be blocked by something and I can't breathe.

now, I'm in grade six. On this day, I came home with a heavy schoolbag and saw my mother busy shuttling between the room, living room and kitchen. I couldn't help but have an idea in my heart: say "I love you" to my mother. Today the teacher happened to talk about maternal love.

Time passed by. When I came out of the study wearily, I found that the dining table was full of delicious food carefully prepared by my mother. Excited, I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, accurately set up a piece of meat on the plate and bite it with a big mouth. Mother is quietly eating rice beside her, sometimes picking up a piece of meat and putting it in my bowl. At this time, I was enjoying the delicious food with relish and completely forgot the task. After dinner, my mother packed up the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to go to the kitchen. I suddenly froze and thought of what I had just done, that my mother had just left me all the meat, and that my mother might still be hungry now, and my heart felt as if I had been pricked by a thousand silver needles. I quickly grabbed the chopsticks from my mother and ran into the kitchen with tears in my eyes. Mother didn't do anything, just stood by and smiled with relief.

After washing the dishes, I was a little nervous, because once I said anything to my mother, she would hold me in her arms excitedly, so I didn't dare to speak. Mother locked herself in front of the computer again and devoted herself to her work.

it's almost time to go to bed. When my mother dragged her tired body to bed, I finally got up the courage and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you." My mother had a soft smile like a girl's first love on her face, and murmured something I couldn't hear clearly ...

Maybe some people say that my mother is ordinary and loves her children as much as millions of mothers, but in my heart, she will always be that beautiful shadow that can't be erased! Her love for me will always be extraordinary. Mom's love essay 7

Walking with time, how fast! It's another Mother's Day. The cabin of the heart, with a light window and thousands of thoughts, is full of twists and turns, and a warm current of love is heading for the embrace of life-mother's love. This is a warm festival! "Mother's Love" is a touching and deep song, and a broad and overwhelming love permeates the whole body of children.

Mother is a thick book, profound and simple. I will read this book forever, because it teaches people a lot of things and makes people understand a lot of truth, although it is superficial but exquisite.

My mother is a very ordinary and strong person, and she is one of thousands of working women in China. His diligence, kindness and helpfulness infected his children. She never adds pressure and burden to her children, and she is open-minded and optimistic. Respect children's personality, safeguard children's self-esteem, and discuss issues with children on an equal footing. Parents * * * are strict with their children, not justifying their faults.

Nowadays, most of them are only one child. In the past, so many children, as mothers, had to suffer from pregnancy, labor and lactation, and how much hardship did they have to pay? Therefore, the mother is great, it is not easy to be a woman, and it is even more difficult to be a mother. Although it is not easy to be a husband, the joy of being a father, the excitement and the happiness of being a mother are intertwined and come to mind. Although it is beyond name, we should think more about caring for our mothers and our wives.

However, "there are three kinds of unfilial, and no posterity is the greatest." If you don't adopt a child, you don't know your parents' kindness. I once teased my mother: Do you regret having us? Is it the same? The old man said: "At that time, I was tired and worried, but when I was old, it was still good to have children. I couldn't do without the next generation. Unfortunately, I didn't have a daughter." Anyway, although I haven't done enough, I'm still worried about this only important event in my life, but it's a comfort in my heart. I can never repay my parents, and my mother's love can never be counted. No matter how old you are, having a mother is a blessing!

When the child is at night, the mother leads him by day, and when the child is at day, the mother sets him off by night. Day and night make time go on and on ..... ten fingers linked to one heart, just like a mother's love. Mom, we love you forever!

What should I give my mother this Mother's Day? Oral liquid is still ... I just can't buy it and wear it. She can't know yet, and she will be criticized. Let's go out and have a look.

Finally, I hope all mothers will keep a good attitude, support their lives, live a long and healthy life, and be handsome forever! Mom's Love Essay 8

The light is in a hurry, and the stars are shifting. In a blink of an eye, twelve years of time just like pressing the fast-forward button, but it also flows away quietly. Like a handful of fine sand, it only exists in memory. Since I was born, my mother's love has surrounded me and accompanied me from an ignorant child to an ideal and ambitious teenager. I want to thank my mother most.

I haven't been sensible for hours. When I was three years old, my mother took my hand and walked to kindergarten. Along the way, I saw almost every child crying. I asked my mother, "Why are they crying?" My mother simply told me, "Baby, don't be afraid. You will go to school here in the future, listen to the teacher during the day, don't fight with children, and your mother will pick you up in the afternoon. " Say that finish, take me into the class, give it to the teacher, kiss me on the face, and then leave.

I sat in my chair blankly and watched my classmates cry and cry all the time. I thought to myself: mom is so bad that she threw me to