You can write about small things, but things like foot washing, quarrels, fever, umbrella delivery, etc. are not novel enough. You can write about things that others would not think of. For example, in the evening, after I had finished studying, I was watching TV in a daze, but my mother came to me at some point: Xiaoyuan, eat the chestnuts my mother bought for you quickly, don’t be hungry. But I said I didn't like chestnuts. In the middle, write about what your mother has done for you. Finally, I made a mistake with my mother. But I think it doesn’t matter whether you write something novel or not, as long as it is something you have personally experienced, I hope you will stop looking it up online, thinking that it is not your own, right? come on.

Family love is an eternal theme. It is this family affection that is thicker than water that accompanies us through every unforgettable day and composes our colorful life.

Peering through the window of history, I saw family love and the stories about the past, present and future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rain, and raging winds rushed towards the boat carrying the child. The child and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail, and they were separated from each other. , while the wind was howling, it looked at this scene with a sneer, mocking the thin mother for not being able to change the fate of being separated from her flesh and blood. Not only did I see this century-old tragedy, but on the other side of the window, I also saw the longing for each other in the days when the flesh and blood were separated. The stars have passed and the years have passed, but the thousands of miles apart can never separate the thoughts of mother and son. Yes, family love can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing lanterns were lit on the fishing boats. Through the faint light, the son seemed to see his mother's thin figure as she watched with tears in her eyes. "Mother", my great mother, I must return to you! "Hope" convinced the son that the darkness would one day be driven away by the bright sun. Finally, on a sunny morning, the small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born and raised. The mother and son burst into tears and were extremely excited. At this time, history Watching quietly from the window, it felt proud, both for the mother and for the son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that my mother still had a trace of depression hidden under this joy. It turns out that my mother also has a son, and his name is Taiwan. Although Taiwan is only separated from my mother by a strait, he has never been able to fall into his mother's arms. His eyes were filled with helplessness. On a dying tree next to the window of history, a little bird with injured wings cried out: "Mom, I want to go home, go home..." The cry of the little bird made everything that heard it feel heartbroken. Ah, I saw it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save its baby. The mother bird was very tired from flying to find the baby bird, but she did not stop at this moment, but was busy treating the bird's injury. Birds find food. Finally, the little bird's injuries were completely healed, and it flew with its mother in the sky. Look around again: the old dead trees sprouted new buds under the moisture of the rain....

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Spring has quietly come to us. The spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We, full of vigor, are as fresh and vital as the red flowers and green leaves, and Who has ever thought about who made the spring breeze and spring rain silently nourish us?

When we hurriedly climbed out of bed in the morning, who had already prepared a delicious breakfast for us? When we put our schoolbags on our backs and hurriedly walked out of the house, whose figure was lingering in front of the window and looking around? When we returned to farming season exhausted, who had already boiled the bath water for us? When we stay up late into the night to study, who quietly puts a glass of milk on the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

From childhood to adulthood, our mother has always been the dearest and most beloved person around us.

When we were still unable to express our feelings clearly, our mother took the trouble to teach us how to speak; when we were unable to protect ourselves, our mother never looked back to shield us from the wind and rain with her broad and selfless love; when we thought we had already When we were about to get rid of her shelter, our mother watched us silently and worriedly; when we were happy, our mother looked at us with bright eyes and a smile; when we were sad, our mother knew that she could not help much. But she still accompanied us in sadness... Mom has done too much for us, but she never asked for anything in return. This is such a broad and selfless love!

From ancient times to the present, many literati have tried their best to exaggerate the greatness of Feng’s maternal love. It has given us so many things that we cannot forget. We have received far more from it than we have given, and we have learned tolerance and understanding. , learned to be broad and considerate of others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make our mother happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly come around, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother’s Day. In this ordinary and ordinary time, Mother’s Day is the eternal theme of May. What should we do for our mothers on this special day?

Mom doesn’t want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for mom is ourselves. Maybe just yesterday, a carnation with first-leaf buds, a clean tablecloth, A pure and innocent smile makes my mother feel happy. Because - when the child grows up, he knows how to love his mother. This is telling mom: Mom, I love you!

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The exam will be tomorrow, and everyone is "gnawing" at the books eagerly. I am no exception. Maybe I was under too much pressure and I was extremely irritable.

In the dead of night, I was still flipping through the Chinese language book in a panic, but I couldn’t read it at all. At this time, my mother opened the door and came in, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.

"Child, there is an exam tomorrow. Don't read tonight. Drink milk and go to bed early!" Mom said with a smile and concern.

Although I knew what my mother meant, my irritability turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother became the target of venting.

"I don't want to drink. I don't even have time to read. Do I still have time to drink milk?" I didn't even look up.

"You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, otherwise you won't be energetic tomorrow." There was a hint of anxiety in my mother's tone. "Stop bothering me! I can't even read the book!" I yelled at my mother. The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet and embarrassing. My mother was stabbed all over like a turtle without a shell. I know my mother cares about me, and I also know that I hurt my mother. Actually, I really don’t want to say those sharp and mean words, but for some reason, when I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage of cannons.

My mother silently packed away the books I had spread out on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", she turned around, sighed, and gently closed the door...

Listening to my mother's cover The sound of footsteps leaving the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me filled my heart with guilt. I wanted to run out and say "I'm sorry" to my mother. But, I don't have the courage.

In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother smiled and was so tolerant to me. The great maternal love makes me feel so great, but it also fills me with a sense of guilt.

I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and then leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.

At this time, I suddenly felt that my mother's love is like air, allowing me to survive, but I often forget its existence.

4.

Family affection is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. I was surrounded by the deep affection and gradually melted with love...

Evening , not long after I lay in bed, I suddenly started coughing violently. I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. My throat hurt like needles. My mother was awakened by my movement. She jumped up and put on a thin sweater. , I hurried over and my mother asked uneasily: "Are you okay?" I shook my head: "Don't worry!" But my mother patted me gently and said: "I will sleep with you tonight." After saying that, He lay down next to me and comforted me: "Go to sleep, go to sleep quickly." In the middle of the night, I coughed again for no reason. I didn't want to disturb my mother, but my mother's hearing seemed to be particularly sensitive. She turned on the light, and the room suddenly became bright. Eyes, my mother took the medicine and a cup of hot water, and said with concern: "Take the medicine." I raised my eyes and looked at the watch. It was already eleven o'clock. My mother was also sleepy and yawned one after another. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty. , hurriedly said: "Mom, go to sleep! I'm fine." Mom shook her head firmly and lay down again. Mom patted me softly. I was also very tired and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and it was already 6:30. I was surprised why my mother didn’t call me so late. My mother seemed to understand my mind and said apologetically: "I see you I didn't sleep for half the night last night. I want you to sleep a little longer. Don't blame me, okay? My mother looked like a child who had done something wrong. I suddenly felt a warm current pouring into my heart. I choked and said: " Mom, I should apologize! "Come on and get some sleep!" "Of course I understand, my mother also stayed up all night!

When I came back from school, as soon as I walked in the door, my mother came up to me and asked: "Have you taken the medicine you brought for lunch? I nodded, returned to the room, and grandma came in with a few more pills: "I heard you coughing non-stop last night. Do you have a cold? Take some medicine! I took the medicine obediently, and after a while , my father who worked overtime came back. While eating, he asked me: "You worked hard all night last night. Are you sleepy today?" I'll bring some medicine tomorrow at noon. "Listening to these caring words and thinking back to the past, I can't help but get wet in my eyes. This is deep love and deep affection!

In life, family affection surrounds me tightly, no matter what No matter what happens, family love will protect me. I really have to melt and melt in this strong family love...

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Family love is like being in confusion. A guidepost, guiding you on the road ahead; family affection, like a lamp, illuminating the life you should take; family affection, like a cup of tea, warming your heart.

My. My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.

I remember that in the first grade of elementary school, I was playing on the playground with my classmates. I seemed to be pushed down by a force, and my chin hit a stone. My classmates took me to the infirmary, and the teacher said I had to go to the hospital for stitches.

After my mother learned the news, she put down her housework and went to the hospital. "Super Light Speed" rushed to the hospital.

I was very scared when I saw the doctor playing with a needle. Suddenly, my fear turned into countless tears.

At this time, my mother ran into the ward, held my hand, and kept comforting me and said, "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine!" Mom is by your side and I will always be with you! "I stopped crying and turned my head to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I discovered that my mother's eyes were so big, so bright, and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep.

I I only vaguely remember that I was lying on a warm, solid back. It was rocking gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.

When I woke up, I was already lying down. On the soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a small spoonful of nectar into my mouth, and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes - she is the one I love the most. Mother.

Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer. I didn't want my voice to break the silence. I was thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay. This moment.

Outside the window, the stars are staring here with eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this cozy cabin. They were very quiet and didn't seem to want to break the silence.

Family love is like a piece of honey, giving you a sweet taste; family love is like a clear spring in the desert, which can help you when you are in trouble; family love is like a ship that carries you. Let you set off on a long voyage.

Family love is a clear sky that can never be covered by dark clouds!