my mother

On the rugged journey of life, who gives you the most sincere and cordial care, who is warm and welcoming to you, always giving you selfless dedication; who is tirelessly teaching you the truth of being a human being; who is going to Worried about your trivia? correct! It is a great mother. Maternal love is selfless and never stops. No mother does not love her children. In any case, maternal love is the most sincere and most difficult feeling in life.

Childhood is like a meteor in the sky, but it quickly dissipates in the bright; the teenager is like a flowing water, and there is no trace of his death. Now the youth of me is like a fritter, suffering in real life. Mother - my mother who was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside, and raised children in the countryside, never knew that the day of May would be the birthday of her and all the mothers of the world. She did not know what carnations represented. At this time, the bayberry in the hometown should be the mature season, and the rainy seasons began to open up the branches and leaves of the earth. In the field, the hillside should be embedded with the familiar back of the mother.

The son will never grow up in the mother's eyes. The son will never be sensible in the mother's eyes. The son will never take care of himself in the mother's eyes. The son will always be so stupid in his mother's eyes, son. It is always the mother's apex, the son is always the mother's baby, the son is always the mother's son. No matter how good or capable the son is in the outside world, how beautiful and charming, but mature and charming, but always the mother is the most hardworking, even if you are already full of grandchildren.

Mother’s kindness to us is tens of thousands, and it’s hard to reciprocate, but there are still many people who don’t know what they are, they don’t have gratitude to their mothers, and their children’s respect for their parents should be practical, just care for themselves. Not thinking about your parents is a very resentful act.

Recalling the various segments of the growth path: babble language, literacy on the back, mother's guard against me when I was sick, embarrassment before school, joy and sorrow after school; kite and grass on the spring, summer Swimming in the autumn, outings in the autumn, accompanied me under the lights in the winter. All of this is the warmth of the mother's love for me. Thank you, mother! You taught me the basic principle of being a man, you gave me life, you are...

Always bless you, my beloved mother.

People always love to promote the greatness of maternal love. In the analogy, I always like to compare things that are strong and strong, and few people like mothers to water, and feel that this is too dull. As everyone knows, life is like this, and it is true.

People always love to promote the greatness of maternal love. In the analogy, I always like to compare things that are strong and strong, and few people like mothers to water, and feel that this is too dull. As everyone knows, life is like this, and it is true.

I remember reading an article called "Mother Love has no specific content." Yes, after careful attention, I will find that it is difficult to prove what the mother is by a thing, and it is difficult to use a word to explain how the mother is. Of course, this is not because I don’t know enough about my mother. On the contrary, it’s because I know too much. I don’t know how to write.

Appreciate the character of the mother, vigorous and vigorous, never dragging the water. I hope that one day I will be as tall and unyielding as my mother. This is the quality that a good cadre should have - mother education I said. It is recognized that mothers can suffer. In the impression, there is nothing that my mother can't do. It’s like this from the beginning of the note, and it hasn’t changed until now. Therefore, I always like to stay with my mother, very warm feeling, I like this feeling, make me feel practical and safe.

Often sighed by the ruthlessness of the years, ruthless to almost cold. She took away all the youth of the people around me, and exchanged my growth with their old age. The time of washing, bleaching my mother's long hair, but leaving the mother's innate courage and strength. But still have to admit that my mother is old.

However, many of my mother's words are very reasonable. This is the experience of life, the treasure left behind, the mystery of life - I think. So when I was young, I absolutely worshipped my mother and followed some of her words as a Bible. My mother often said that people don’t like to do everything for a lifetime. There are many things that you don’t like to do, but you can’t do it, and you have to do it. You have to do it best; otherwise, don’t say sorry parents. Sorry friends, even you are sorry for yourself. These words accompany me through yesterday, and today, I believe, will accompany me to tomorrow. Give me the courage to let me face everyone and every new challenge in every sunny day.

Love is love, and I deeply love my mother. Although not vigorous, sometimes, the long stream of water, is also a kind of scenery. There may be some mundane things, but it would have been a mortal one, and there will be more heroic love. What's more, in my opinion, every love is the same treasure, worthy of our eternal treasure.

The days ahead are long and long, and I don’t know how many seasons I will go with my mother. Together with the early spring, taste the midsummer, chew the golden autumn, and listen to the winter. Picking up the bits and pieces that life has left for me, making every piece of growing memories into the most mellow wines, labeling them, and the baptism of the years is getting stronger and more fragrant; with the mother’s love as the slogan, the same Go to love everyone, and cherish every love that others give. I hope that this young heart can warm my mother's heart that is no longer young, moisturize her vicissitudes of life, and take care of her mother for the rest of her life.

Yes, mother loves water. Water - the source of life; maternal love - accompanied by life

The second day: Quan Zhilong 1998