Who is arrogant, and reported that San Chunhui--reading "Mother Love Without Words"

Today, the weather outside is very cold, so after I finished my homework, I sat by the fire and took out the "Emotional Reader" to read the article. After reading the article "Mother Love is Speechless", my heart has been for a long time. Can't be calm, the eyes are full of moving tears.

The article focuses on a story about maternal love: On the afternoon of May 13, 2008, in a collapsed house on the banks of the Dujiangyan River, dozens of rescuers were struggling to find the surviving wounded. Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared in front of the rescuers: a young mother with a three-four-month-old baby in her arms, curled up in the ruins, she lowered her head, and her shirt picked up and lost. Breathing, the baby girl in her arms still contains the mother's nipples, sucking, and the red face is in stark contrast with her mother's dusty breasts.

We can't imagine that a dead mother is still feeding her children. From the mother's position, she can deliberately protect her child, perhaps before she dies, she puts her nipples in her daughter. In the mouth. When the little girl sucked on her mother's nipples, she did not know that her mother had passed away; the mother gave her last drop of lotion to her daughter when she was about to die.

In life, there is always someone who cares about us. There is always a kind of love that makes us warm. This person is the mother, this love is maternal love. Mother's love is like a big umbrella, sheltering the wind and rain for us; the mother's love is like a torrent of water, always moisturizing our childish mind; the mother's love is the most generous gift from God. Maternal love is everywhere, everywhere, even in the darkest corners, maternal love radiates the most dazzling and beautiful colors.

Motherly love is like a warm breeze, scorning our face: maternal love is like a warm wind, blowing away the sorrow of our hearts. Our joy is the smile on the mother's face, and our pain is the deep sorrow in the mother's eyes.

Maternal love is not only the words praised by the poets, but also the odes that people sing. It is a pair of hands that we stretched out when we fell to school. It is a glass of water placed next to us when we write homework. Or when we are traveling, we are sincerely jealous... In my mind, maternal love is the purest and the most trustworthy feeling: when you are sad, it comforts you; when you fear, it gives you strength; when you are disappointed, It gives you encouragement; when it is dangerous, it gives you protection. When it succeeds, it cheers with you!

Maternal love is the most true and pure, and everything she has already integrated into her children's clothing and food, into the daily bits and pieces; no matter how much wind and snow, no matter how many misunderstandings and grievances, the love for children never changes.

Just take me to say that when I was young, my body was skinny and my skin was yellower than the charred wax. Neighbors often joke with me and say that I will not be able to support myself in the future. My mother’s heart is always worried about my body. She took me and squatted at the door of the hospital again and again. Although the results of each inspection were all normal, I never found anything wrong, but my mother was still at ease. No more...

On my way to growth, my mother has done my best and worked hard. She is busy for me all day long, and she works tirelessly: in order to save enough money for my college, my mother used to be a male laborer in a brick kiln factory. I have worked hard, once lit a lamp in the shed, I have been working late at night, I was in the sky, I took a tricycle to the county to sell vegetables.

My mother gave me no regrets, but she never gave back. I only hope that I can learn more, learn a little better, and I can go to college and find a good job in the future. Mom, if you don't have you, how can I have such good academic performance now; if I don't have you, how can I have the current growth?

Mom, here, I want to say to you, thank you for your care for me for more than ten years, thank you for teaching me the truth, thank you for nurturing my growth with the hardest sweat. I will definitely work hard and never let down your expectations. "Whoever speaks the heart, I will report to Sanchunhui", your love, I will never forget, how dare to forget!

Instructor: Wang Shichun

The third middle school of Yuezhuang Town, Wuyuan County, Zibo City, the third day: Wang Hao