Motherly love is like a slowly flowing river, bringing clear, holy and selfless dedication and spring-like warmth. ...

My mother is a farmer, and she smells like a farmer. My mother is busy day and night for this family, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, working in the fields and even supervising our homework, but I have never complained. I just did a few housework, and I feel that I have paid a lot. Standing in front of a simple, kind and hardworking mother, selfish me is like a boat in the universe.

I remember once, I had a fever, but I was too worried about my mother to carry me to the village clinic in the middle of the night. Because there was no doctor on duty in the rural clinic at night, my mother carried me ten miles to the town health center. There was no one on duty in the health center in the town, and my mother cried and didn't know how to comfort her. There are too many examples of this kind of life. Life makes all our children experience or feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's encouraging words always linger in my ears, and the warmth of maternal love ripples in my heart. I thank my mother for her lighthouse-like guidance, which gave me great strength and infinite courage, and made me get up from where I fell, face the long road confidently and walk step by step. Somehow, I have grown up, but the distance from my mother is getting farther and farther, as if there is an invisible wall between us. When I was a child, my mother and I were intimate, talking and laughing ... these seem to have left me and disappeared into the clouds. I began to neglect my mother's care, tired of her nagging, and even didn't want to be bound and restricted by her. I am willful, always silly to think that I have grown up, great, and can no longer be bound and restricted by my mother. Where's mom? Still maintained her deep concern and love for me. There are many differences between my mother and me, which is probably the so-called generation gap! Arguing with my mother has long been a common occurrence. Although it's my fault, I won't willingly say "I'm sorry" in front of my mother, so my mother gave in to me. I often say things that hurt my mother, but she must be bleeding for my "stupid" daughter's words.

In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale, and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this my mother's old age? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, and I regretted it. ...

I thought deeply about the dark night sky for a long time. Mother's love is like a vast sea, like a vast universe, boundless. Like a rushing river, it never stops. Because maternal love is boundless, my mother, at this moment, my daughter has a lot to say to you. ...

Motherly love is selfless.

Motherly love is selfless, warm and ubiquitous. On a stormy day, I deeply realized my mother's love.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, it rained cats and dogs after school one day. I forgot to bring my umbrella again. Dad is at work, grandma is at menstruation home, and mom has stomach trouble, so she can't catch a cold. I envy watching my classmates being picked up by their parents.

I was anxious to run home in the rain when a familiar figure staggered towards me. Ah! It's mom! I was so happy that I forgot to open my umbrella, and ran to my mother and hid in her arms. Mother's head was covered with rain, her clothes were wet, and there was some mud on the corners of her pants, which seemed to be a fall. Mother asked anxiously, "Son, did you get wet?" "no, mom!" I comforted my mother, "You can rest assured! I'm fine! " When I came home, my mother had been holding an umbrella by my side, but more than half of my body was exposed. I said, "Mom, you also take an umbrella!" " ""no, mom doesn't fight, and mom isn't afraid of the cold. " Mom said with a smile. Ah! Mom, you are so kind to me! When I don't have an umbrella, you always ask questions with concern. Give me the umbrella when you walk, but it's cold outside. I can't help crying at the thought of it.

Mother, like the vast sea, let us live freely; Mother, like the boundless blue sky, let us fly happily; Mom, like a tall tree, let us grow up happily! We said to our mother, "Mom, you have worked hard! Thank you! "

Mother's love

Some people say that maternal love is selfless; Some people say that maternal love is great; I said that maternal love is God's most beautiful gift to each of us. I can't forget who is asking for cold and warmth around you and me in the cold winter; I can't forget, I have a fever and a cold, who has been waiting for you and me; I can't forget how many sleepless nights, who helped us cover the quilt again and again … Oh, the selfless mother; It is a generous mother; It is the earth of millions of great mothers. People often compare mothers to sunshine and rain, and children to flowers and plants. Yes, if there is no sunshine, no rain and dew, how can young seedlings thrive, how can they become lush towering trees, and how can they bloom with the most charming and dazzling light? Whenever and wherever, mothers always silently dedicate their love to their children. Every mother, in her children, pours hope and reposes hope.

Motherly love is not as thought-provoking as fatherly love; Nor will it be as unforgettable as teacher's love; But she also has a bright side. Every mother moistens our hearts with their love, and they teach us the truth of being a man. Perhaps the mother's painstaking efforts are nothing to children, but in their hearts, they are the most precious and rare.

Mother used her selfless love to create one song after another for the world. When you and I succeed, mother's smile is the best reward, but you can easily find that there are many wrinkles on mother's smiling face; When you and I are frustrated, my mother will always use those kind words to gently heal the wounds in our hearts and pull you and me out of the ocean of disappointment again and again.

At this time, you will feel a warm current flowing in your heart and mine … Ah, Mom! I praise you! I praise you! You, like a ladder, lead us to glory; You are like a key to help us open the window of our hearts.