Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of your daughter. When you brush off your white hair in front of the mirror, I'll listen to you whisper. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world study hard in your nagging. After hearing your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !
Mother is a profound book, which children often can't understand. Only when they really grow up can they reopen this profound book at the intersection of ideal and reality, history and today, and they can understand their mother's sincere heart.
Mother is the spring breeze in March and the sunshine in winter, caring and warming the cold hearts of children.
Mother, a towering old tree, sheltered the children from the wind and rain and solved problems.
Mother is a vast sea. She embraces all the children with a broad mind and cleans their pure hearts with clear blue lake water.
Mother, a flame, drives away the cold and darkness for children, reflects the happy smiling faces of children and welcomes the arrival of light.
Mother, the thick land, thrives with her own sweet youthful milk, cultivates flowers from generation to generation, and makes the world full of vitality.
Mother, a timely rain moistens the children's already cracked hearts and sows the seeds of love in their hearts.
Mother, roaring wind and roaring lightning, blew away the dark clouds and broke through the dark barrier, bringing new future and light to her children.
Mother, a boat, carried us through the storm and stormy waves when our children landed, and came to the paradise of learning.
If there is a legendary myth in the world, it is to raise me and love my mother: life is ordinary and life is hard.
Motherly love, an ancient vine, carries nostalgia for the years and lingering for the past. The vigorous branches are full of thoughts, tolerance and waiting, which embodies the present, the past and the future.
Motherly love is a sea of feelings, which depicts the most beautiful pictures in spring, magnificent poems in summer, and a broad mind full of longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.
Motherly love is a ray of bright sunshine, pregnant with the rhythm of life and warmth to the soul. Noble sentiments are full of purity, kindness, kindness, the pursuit of light, beliefs and ideals.
Motherly love is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable; The years passed. After searching for thousands of years, the ends of the earth are closely connected.
There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are continuous blessings in the faint poems ... May you be bathed in endless joy and happiness every day-my dear mother.
There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, only maternal love is the greatest; There are universal feelings in the world, but only family ties are the most eternal. Mother, your affection for me is the greatest, most selfless, most precious and eternal love in the world, and I will never forget it.
Mother, you are like a navigation light, guiding the lost boat home.
Mom, you are like a beam of sunshine. Your light makes all living things find an open mind and beauty, and your enthusiasm makes all things thrive.
Mom, you are like a cup of tea. You can drink your warmth on a cold night and your alcohol when you are thirsty. Although vegetarian, it is fragrant and beneficial.
Mom, the support and comfort you gave me helped me get rid of depression and troubles. Your encouragement made me feel confident from helplessness. The criticism you gave me made me understand the truth in the world. Know how important cultivation, wisdom and quality are to a person's life.
Mom, you are a glass of milk, full of your little care. Your short words and slight movements show your gentleness. Your serious eyes warned me to be broad-minded and polite. Your loving smile has injected impetus into my study trip.
Mom, nothing in the world can match your greatness, and all the words can't express your love for me, but I can only repay your gratitude with such behavior. Without you, my life will become disorderly and our spirit will become helpless.
Mom, I sincerely wish you a happy holiday!
The loving thread of the loving mother weaves the wandering hemp fiber to shelter from the wind and rain, and the loving mother's smile dispels the cold in the child's heart.
Looking back at vilen, the green rice fields are just like you. A gust of wind can't beat you, nor can a downpour beat you. A cold winter has become the driving force for progress. If possible, I would like to become a paddy field like you and thrive under your tenacious will.
Looking at the sea from a distance, you are just like it, with an open mind and boundless vision. Under the sunshine, a little star appeared. I am that small sailboat, sailing freely in your open mind. When I am tired, I lean on your shoulder, which is a post station for my soul. Occasionally, you roll up layers of waves. Sailing boats understand that this is a test for sailing boats.
Hold high the sky, the blue sky and white clouds are the masterpieces of nature. Your teachings are like this vast and wonderful sky, and I am the eagle, flying freely under your traction. The eagle is looking forward to the beautiful sky, but there are also unexpected events in the sky. Sometimes the sun is shining, sometimes the wind is howling and it rains cats and dogs, but the eagle doesn't want to leave here. Only the sky is an eagle's paradise.
What a great title a mother is, because your footprints tell your children to be practical; Your smile inspires us to overcome difficulties; Your eyes are the spiritual pillar of a child.
The children's gratitude to their mother is beyond words, and they can only say, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
Dear mother:
Time flies, your festival has arrived-"March 8" International Women's Day. Mom, at this moment, my daughter will silently pray for you and wish you a happy holiday!
People often say: "There is a great book in the world that can never be read, and that is maternal love." Indeed, your love for me is everywhere and endless. Every time I come home from school, it is always your concern that greets me; After every exam, I can always get your sincere encouragement ... bathed in warm maternal love, and the days pass by, while I am in daily growing, but you are getting old day by day.
Looking back, your face has been engraved with vicissitudes in the ruthlessness of the years, which is a memorial left by the suffering years. You raised our sister through hard work. Whenever I recall the past, my mother is always silent first, and then she talks about the past, the sufferings that are unclear and unclear! The difference is that today's mother always wears a smile on her face after talking about the past, which shows that she is out of trouble and satisfied with her present life.
With the passage of time, the memory of childhood has long gone, however, your innocent teachings have always haunted my mind. You always say, "I can only be your steering wheel." If you want to succeed, you can only rely on yourself, so you must learn to be independent and find the beacon of life by yourself. "
Every post station on the road to growth, facing the failure of the exam and the separation of friendship, makes me feel lonely. And you, always carefully enlighten me. : "There is no banquet that never ends." This separation is for the next better meeting. "It's very considerate of you to let me know that this separation means better grasping the joy of meeting again.
Unconsciously, the deep maternal love has already penetrated into every bit of my life, and you have propped up a blue sky for me with those ordinary hands.
People often say that the greatest love in the world is maternal love. Indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless and great. I respect my mother and her mother understands me. It is this sincere respect and precious understanding that produces this beautiful love.
People often say that the greatest love in the world is maternal love. Indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless and great. I respect my mother and my mother understands me. It is this sincere respect and precious understanding that produces this beautiful love.
Although my mother is an ordinary teacher, she is really a great person in my eyes. I remember when I was in primary school, my math scores were not very satisfactory. Every time I take an exam, math holds me back. Whenever I look at that test paper, my sad tears can't help flowing out of my eyes. Sometimes I even despair that God is doomed not to enter the ideal university in this life. But once, when I was in the same despair, my mother came to me gently and said, "Don't be sad, son, cheer up." A truly powerful person will not be defeated by temporary setbacks and difficulties. " I looked up and looked at my mother's encouraging and loving eyes, and I had confidence again. Since then, my mother has taken two hours from her busy work every day to help me with my math ..... Another exam, I got 98 points in math, ranking first in my class! When I showed my mother the test paper, I clearly saw that her eyes were filled with tears of excitement. In this way, my mother and I looked at each other, and silence at this time was better than all words. I know my mother understands every feeling in my heart.
"Mom is so good!" I often say this in my mind. Actually, I'm not the only one who said that. Everyone who knows my mother says that she is a respectable and good teacher. I clearly remember one night near the college entrance examination last year, I was awakened from my sleep by bright lights. "It must be that my mother didn't sleep again." I looked at my watch again and got a fright. A quarter to three. I got up, got out of bed and went to see my mother, who was still preparing an outline for the students. I really love my mother, and I admire her and her persistent professionalism.
Ah, how hard my mother works and how hard the teachers work! I've felt it for a long time. I respect my mother more. She let me know a lot and understand a lot. She gave me warm care and infinite love.
If possible, I really want to send all the best wishes in the world to my mother, to all mothers and all teachers. That's my heart. I'm a child's heart. I use it to repay my mother, my maternal love, this deep and beautiful love, and the most selfless and greatest maternal love in the world!
Maternal love is infinite.
Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently? Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? When we were studying late into the night, who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so many things without asking for anything in return? It's mom.
Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions about the east and the west, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we are unable to protect ourselves, my mother does not hesitate to shelter us from the wind and rain with her generous and selfless love; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, our mother looked at us silently and didn't worry; When we are happy, mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she still grieves with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is! Since ancient times, many literati have tried their best to exaggerate the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We have gained far more from it than we have paid. We have learned tolerance, understanding, tolerance and consideration for others. But what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is full of fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?
Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother and tell her, "Mom, I love you."
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Respondent: Zhi Zhu ZZ- probation period level 1 3-9 13:3 1.
Today is March 8 Women's Day, and I really want to help my mother have a happy holiday.
At noon, I came home and found the table full of delicious food, but I just couldn't see my mother. Suddenly, I heard the sound of washing clothes. I went to the washstand and saw my mother washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go to eat, and I'll wash it." Because today is your festival, I want to make you happy. ""Can you do that? "Mom asked with a smile." Yes, "I said. Mom went to eat with a grain of salt.
I picked up my sleeve, took out a dress, soaked it in water, then put on soap and wiped it hard. Rub and rub, my hands are red, and there is still some oil on my clothes. I have to wash it with a brush and then wash my clothes with clean water. I washed some clothes, and my mother came over and looked at me severely. Mom smiled, so happy, so gratified.
In the evening, I hurried to help my mother wash the dishes. I put the washed dishes in order. Mom smiled and said, "So this is the holiday' gift' that Yaoyao gave me!"
Although I am more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I let my mother have a happy holiday.
An Unforgettable Day —— Dedicated to the Mother of Women's Day on March 8th.
March 5, 2004 is my most unforgettable day. At noon, we had an early meal, and my mother took me on the street by bike. I am very happy, because my mother took me to choose my long-awaited brush and ink.
We came to the town and chose carefully. My mother watched this for a while and that for a while. Pay attention to the nib for a while, wet the nib with water for a while, and rotate the nib clockwise in my hand. I was thinking. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of brush hair. It will not work well if the brush hair is bifurcated when rotating. I am very excited because I learned how to choose a writing brush.
My mother and I put our pens in the basket in front of the bike. I sat behind my mother, arm in arm with her waist, humming a cheerful song to go home. ...
On the way home, an unexpected thing happened while going downhill. My mother tripped over a stone on the front wheel of her bicycle. I only heard her shout, "No!" " "My mother and I rolled onto the gravel road. In order to protect me from being crushed by my bike, my mother was anxious and pushed my bike out. I held me with my other hand and I slipped off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found my mother still lying on the ground without saying a word. Maybe it's too painful. Maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hand, and blood was still oozing from her fingers. I was frightened and cried anxiously, "mom, what's wrong with you?" "After a long time, my mother looked up at me and whispered," Nothing, be brave, my mother will have a rest. " "I'm so nervous that tears are coming out, and there's no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call my grandmother, and then I ran forward. Just run not far, my mother stopped me, "son, don't go back, you are anxious and afraid on the road, there are many vehicles, what should I do if I hit you?" "Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandmother's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, that's bad! "
I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, that's all. After my mother had a rest, I helped her lift her bike and walked slowly on her way home. When I got home, I went to call Uncle Zhang, the surgical director of the hospital. When uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning the wound in front of the mirror. It was already evening when my mother went to the hospital to sew up the wound.
Looking back on this day, it is unforgettable! Although the ink has been spilled on the ground, I understand what is brave, decisive, calm and great maternal love from my mother's calm eyes!
Mom, I love you in my own way.
My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, husband and daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always feel that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts for this reason, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.
I think parents' greatest wish is that their children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, if they can't get real happiness, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time. So even though it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knows that her children have really grown up.
Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also study hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After countless failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle.
How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can't even knit a rag; How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I can only break my fingers; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little.
Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are few things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere.
Mom, I love you.
As long as I can remember, I grew up in my mother's whisper. At that time, my mother was young and capable, and she was a great beauty in Fiona Fang. It was a saint who served Confucius at that time. Next door to my grandmother's house is a private school, which is full of words and deeds. My shrewd mother actually studied in a private school for four years, and the teacher is my big brother who is full of literary talent. A rural woman who could read and write poetry was an enviable thing at that time. I don't know if my mother had several rainy days in her girlhood. When I look back, I fell in love with Xu Qianqian's first love, and finally I married my father silently. But in my girlhood, I often heard the words whispered by my mother: "I can't get rid of this situation because of a kind of lovesickness ..." So I have been babbling since childhood: there are many beautiful women. From teens to adulthood, I began to understand my mother's inner loneliness and bitterness, and I became a faithful listener to my mother.
As my sister and I grew up, a bright and quiet smile began to appear on my mother's face. In this smile, I saw a woman's self-confidence, which is the light of hope of maternal love, replacing the hazy melancholy in her eyes. Instead of sighing sadly at the autumn rain in the spring night, my mother urged my sister and me to recite exercises under the lamp while knitting new clothes, shoes and hats for my daughter. She kept telling us stories about the ancients who worked hard to become talents. At that time, my mother was like a different person. My father's reticence made my mother articulate. Wherever I go, my mother's ability and eloquence are always impressive. The neighbors are proud of her, but my mother is proud of us. She wants to train us well to show her ability. My sister and I are not depressed in the face of this heavy maternal love, just like bamboo shoots that have broken out of the ground, a natural and vibrant state.
Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms and good at employing people. I remember that she told us more than once the story of Kong Ming's tearful beheading of Ma Su. Therefore, under her strict guidance, my sister worked hard for four or nine years in winter and suffered hardships in summer, and finally became a well-known skilled worker, probably the kind who is now able to get out of the hall and into the kitchen. The local famous family is proud of marrying her sister. As for me, with the upgrading of my studies, my mother can't cope with it gradually. In the face of those math and physics exercises, she can no longer be as handy as she was in primary school. However, my mother will use the stories of the ancients to spur me on how to hang my head and prick my head. Those scholars who were too poor to take the exams in Beijing finally won the highest prize, which made me firmly remember my dream of becoming Meng Lijun when I was young. As a mother's daughter, how dare you not be excellent? Perhaps it is my mother who knows how to choose people, so that she won't cry after losing the street pavilion like Kong Ming, and it's too late to give up her love.
Mother is generous and generous to others. I saw love sublimate in her heart, and she no longer lingered in narrow love. This kind of love went to a deeper and wider place: in that era without sons, there was no future. My uncle insisted on giving my second brother to my family, but my mother really hesitated for a while. She is not afraid of hardship, but it is easy to raise a child and difficult to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this and my family. My mother never equivocates, teaches her kindly and expects her son to succeed, just as she does. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will let her brother read a lot of books and receive the same education as me. Now, looking at her excellent brother, I have to applaud her success. Mother is our pride. At least she is smarter than Kong Ming in employing people.
Winter passed and spring came. After several ups and downs, my mother is finally no longer smart and capable. She is getting old. My old mother began to nag from then on, but when we grew up, we flew away one by one, and there was not a minute and a half to sit down and listen to her inarticulate chatter like time.
When I came home during the Spring Festival, I was surprised to find that my mother was really old. In the tired eyes of my family, when my mother has ignored the hints of others and confessed herself, I sadly read a kind of loneliness, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a fate, just like my mother came from loneliness when she was young, but now she has returned to loneliness at the end of her life, and her heart has started to ache, and she can't help falling into deep remorse.
Oh, mom.
When I was a child, on the way to school, how many long rivers did you walk with our small bodies on your back? At that time, the river smiled and sang clear songs, and your face smiled so proudly, like carrying a small sun, walking towards the radiant front. Now that you are old, you are still with the river, which is just an endless loneliness, silence and vastness. But I can't carry you across this lonely river. It will accompany you from sunset to the window in the next month. Mom, don't mention how sad I am, but I dare not tell you.
Under your young nagging, we have grown into talents. How can we grow up without your nagging? There is no reason not to like your nagging.
Tell me, mom, about your shrewdness when you were young, about how you brought ignorant us to the temple of knowledge, about how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how you longed for us to become a phoenix, walk in front of people and stand in front of them. ...
Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of your daughter. When you brush off your white hair in front of the mirror, I'll listen to you whisper. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world study hard in your nagging. After hearing your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !
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