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I read an article called "The Worship of Tibetan Antelope", which said: An old hunter walked out of the room in the morning and saw a fat Tibetan antelope not far away. He couldn't help but shine at the moment and took out a shotgun in a hurry, just as he came.
In front of the Tibetan antelope, when she raised her gun at it, the female Tibetan antelope suddenly knelt down on her front legs, and two lines of tears welled up in her beautiful and helpless eyes. The old hunter shivered, but she closed her eyes. The valley
There was a gunshot in the room. The Tibetan antelope was dead. It was still kneeling on the ground, and the tears were faintly visible. The old hunter returned to the house, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep for a long time. The next day, when he went out to cut open its abdomen, the old hunter was shocked.
At last, there was a baby Tibetan antelope in his belly, but it was not born before. The hunter realized that she knelt down and looked at him with pleading eyes just to protect her unborn child.
Protecting children, things are like this, why can people be inferior?
In the 5 12 earthquake, the selflessness and sincerity of maternal love were once again demonstrated.
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She died, crushed to death by a collapsed house, but she died in a strange posture: kneeling on her knees, her hands crawling forward, and her body bowed. When the rescuers came to her, she was surprised. Later, under her body,
I found a baby in its infancy, and a mobile phone with an unsent message: Baby, if you are still alive, please remember that I love you. This touching sentence is the last time of my life.
Moment, let me burst into tears.
The prostration of all loving mothers, including animals, is sacred.
A great man once said: "Great maternal love is always a safe shelter for children, and it is a powerful protection for children and adults."
Motherly love is the sea, then I am a small fish, and I can never leave her bosom.
Maternal love is rain and dew, then I am a small tree, and I can never leave her moisture.
Motherly love is a string, then I am a beating note, which will always touch my heart.
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People say: "Motherly love is like sunshine and spring breeze"; Some people say: "Motherly love is pressure and motivation"; Some people say: "A mother's love is a clear spring or a clear stream". From ancient times to the present, many literati and poets have scattered a little pen and ink to write a chapter on mother's love, such as Meng Jiao's.
"A Wandering Son" and Bing Xin's "Paper Boat" all praised the selfless, great and never-fading maternal love. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I would like to present a most sincere "gift" to my mother and give her a happy May day.
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Hannah once said, "There is a driving force above everything else, that is, love, because she can contribute to another person's happiness, attach her own happiness to another person, and devote herself to promoting his happiness."
This sentence is simply a true portrayal of a mother's treatment of her children. I remember once that I signed up for a piano competition in Fujian Province, and at the same time, I was selected by the school chorus to participate in the chorus competition in Fuzhou. What worried me most happened.
Now, these two competitions started on the same day and at the same time. I couldn't help but be shocked. All my fantasies were dashed, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, which made me breathless and thought, "It's over, it's over!"
Well, how can there be such a coincidence? "One is related to the collective honor, and the other is related to our own interests. Besides, this kind of piano competition has only been held for the second time now. What a rare opportunity! If put
If I give up, I won't have a chance to show the music I practiced so hard. My heart is full of contradictions, and I wish I could have a job, so that I can do my business and personal affairs correctly. I told my mother about it and wanted her to replace me.
I'll do something. My mother thought about it and said, "Please ask the music teacher for a leave first, listen to what she means, and then draw a conclusion." I quite agree with my mother's approach. Unexpectedly, the next day, instead of asking for a leave, she was criticized by the teacher.
Watching this piano competition go up in smoke, I felt helpless and painful, and tears flowed down like broken beads .......................................................................................................................................................
Now, in front of me, with a face full of questions, I asked in surprise, "Mom, why are you here?" "I'm here to give you good news. I changed your number to 53, so I think you should come back after the chorus.
And. "My disappointing tears are flowing down again, tears of joy and tears of emotion. My mother hurried out of the door early in the morning, and she must have worn her mouth out all morning to help me transfer to No.53, although only.
It is a good news that is easy to say, but behind this, how many hardships are hidden! I can't help but sing a sentence from Bing Xin: "Ah! Mother, you are a lotus leaf and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart have come, except
Who is my unobstructed shade after you? "I must not live up to my mother's expectations. After the chorus, I stepped onto the stage with confidence and achieved excellent results. Motherly love is like a melody of life, gently rippling in my heart."
In my heart; Like golden sunlight, it shines on me and urges me to forge ahead.
Where the flowers of love bloom, life can flourish. Some people say, "Motherly love is a ganoderma lucidum that shines with the light of life, making the pain disappear."
Melt "; Some people say: "Motherly love is a breeze that blows away the shadow in my heart"; Some people say, "Motherly love is a book with the light of wisdom, which teaches us how to be a man." Walking in the bath of maternal love, I learned from it.
I don't feel helpless, because there is a power that always supports me, that is, the mother's love that never fades. Now, I enjoy my mother's love, and in the days to come, I will learn to love my mother.
Since childhood, my mother has been worried about it, but I always turn a blind eye. Just because of that candle in the dark, I feel the selflessness of maternal love.
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When summer comes, although it gets dark late and dawn early, it's still as dark at night. I'm tired when I come home from school every day, and I always fall asleep as soon as I fall asleep, and I often forget to light candles. But my mother can't forget her saying, I'm young, and I'm ten thousand nights old.
I fell to the toilet when I got up, for fear that it would affect my health. So, before going to bed every night, my mother always forgot to remind me, "Light the candle and be careful not to fall at night." Although this sentence has been said hundreds of times,
But I still didn't take it to heart. So my mother got used to lighting candles for me. At this time, I was blessed with the picture of that day:
I went home that day, tired. I collapsed on the bed, feeling very impetuous. In the darkness, I vaguely heard my mother say, "Hey! Why does the child always forget to light candles? What if I fall? " I didn't open my eyes, but I knew my mother was lighting candles for me again. The light from the lighter reflected on my face, and I wanted to open my eyes very much, but I didn't want to disturb my mother.
Soon, the candle lit up and the room suddenly filled with a kind of warmth for no reason.
My mother stayed in the room for a while, and I don't know what she was doing for me. Just, when she left, she helped me to cover the quilt that was thrown aside. My heart suddenly and fiercely felt grateful.
After my mother left, I got up gently. Looking at the candle, I seemed to see the figure of my mother who worked hard for me. The flame of the candle flickered slightly, but it was small enough for me to find out the direction in the dark. My mother's figure ran around silently, but her love was small enough for me to feel her selflessness and greatness.
I stared at the fire for a long time and wanted to turn to sleep. At this moment, I found the details that I didn't pay attention to-the school uniform that I will wear tomorrow was on the table. Suddenly, my heart was full of mixed feelings and thoughts. Finally, I couldn't hold back my tears.
The slight flame of candles in the whole room is mixed with the faint fragrance of clothes, but it is full of selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
Since then, I have never forgotten to light a candle. The candle left nothing for myself, but it brought me a light in the dark. My mother left me white hair and wrinkles, but it brought me selfless love and great love.
From then on, I felt that maternal love is selfless, and at that moment I understood that turning a blind eye to maternal love is a luxury waste.