maternal love

Maternal love is like a landscape painting, wash away the lead carvings, leaving a fresh and natural; maternal love is like a soulful song, mellow and melodious, sing and sing; maternal love is a gust of wind, blowing snow and snow, bringing Spring is infinite. Maternal love is so ubiquitous.

Yes, that's it. Maternal love is not only great, but also meticulous. There is such a story in the Sichuan earthquake on May 12, 2008.

It was an ordinary mother. Like many people, she was crushed by the fallen house, but the difference was that she had a baby under the age of one. Her shoulders, against the slab; her spine, blocking the rubble; her slender hands against the floor. She gently comforted the child: "Baby, don't cry." The child looked at his mother and finally fell asleep. Gradually, the mother felt that she could not support it. She used her last strength to complete a newsletter: "Dear baby, if you can survive, you must remember, mother loves you!" This is the mother's The last words are the declaration of maternal love! The child is still asleep quietly, and he still has a sweet smile...

Just like Barbara? The power of motherhood that King Solf has said exceeds the laws of nature. The maternal love in the world is so similar, their hearts are always the same, and every mother has a very pure heart.

In my first year of memory, my body is very weak. Every year during the summer vacation, I will have a serious illness. I remember that I had a high fever and I didn’t know anything. When I woke up, I was lying in the hospital bed. I opened my eyes. Looking at my mother's face with red eyes, I was very uncomfortable. My mother saw me waking up and hurriedly said, 'Hungry? Eat? Is there chicken soup to drink? ''Mom said this, my tears of disappointment kept spinning in my eyes. When I tried to wipe it with my hands, I found out that my mother was holding my hands and blue. On hand, when I saw this, I cried, but my mother asked me quickly, did it hurt? Don't cry, I am lighter? Why is it not uncomfortable? I cried so hard...

And we live in the family surrounded by us, it seems that we did not think of the gratitude and return of the family, but the parents and relatives' pay is taken for granted, and even abandoned.

Maternal love is a cup of vintage wine, a book that can never be read, and is the eternal theme of life. Mom, you are my sky. It is your blue sky with your hands up, I want to say: Without your body sheltering me from the rain, I will not stand here today. Mom, you are happy, I am happy, I will pay for you more. When you are old, I am yours, and you are holding out a blue sky. Mom, I love you!

The 21st Middle School of Baishan City, Badaojiang District, Baishan District, Jilin Province: Zhou Hong