The power of maternal love

I remember a book mentioning that the power of maternal love is something we cannot estimate. The mother-in-law stabbed "Fa Zhongguoguoguo" in Yuefei. This is a kind of love. Mengmu moved for three times. It was a kind of love. On the bus, a young mother led her five-year-old daughter to the bus. The mother refused to give it. The daughter gave up the seat: "Let her stand, she has reached the age where she can stand." This is also a kind of love.

You usually ask me for strictness. I have to let me do what I said. I always let me play after my homework. I often let me do housework for you. Sometimes I make a small mistake, and you play and swear. When I was young, I hated you, because I didn't understand you, I always sang against you, but you always taught me over and over again. Gradually, I grew up and understood that "playing is a pro, love is a love," began to understand you, experience your hard work, without your careful teaching, you will not have my achievements today.

Mother is still a mother after all, gentle and considerate is the mother's nature.

That was a recent incident. I needed surgery for a knee injury and I didn't get drip in the morning. "Can't you really drink a bite of water?" You are obviously worried. "We also know that this is not good for children, but it must be done for surgery." You finally did not speak, but you can see that you still have some concerns.

That was the first time I felt the cruelty of time. It was just sending me to the operating table in the blink of an eye. The operation lasted for more than two hours. At about 5 pm, I was pushed into the intensive care unit. When I saw my face, you burst into tears. In the night of the intensive care unit, you didn't close your eyes overnight, your meticulous care, and the sickness was a bit timid, so I was no longer so painful. It is your careful care that makes it no longer a torture for 9 days in the hospital. Maternal love is hard to repay, but I don’t even have the courage to hand over a greeting card to you. How can you be your pride? So I wrote this letter to make up for my shortcomings!

A bouquet of flowers, a greeting card, a warm blessing. This can't express my gratitude to you. Even if you bring the whole world, what is greater, more unselfish, and more precious than maternal love?

The first day: the mad boy