Mom's love

Some people say that the father loves the mountain and holds up the sky at home. But I feel that mother loves water and nourishes the heart of every child. Maternal love is a ray of sunshine that shines above our hearts. Maternal love is a clear spring, and it has washed away all the unhappiness and troubles in our hearts. Maternal love is like a blue sky, a piece of paradise, let the children fly in the blue sky, play in the paradise, lying on her back.

There are grapes on the face of the doll and a pair of black eyebrows on the face. In the middle of the high nose station, the cherry mouth is a little red. Black and bright, beautiful hair, like a big doll! This poem was given to my mother on Women's Day. Mother is as beautiful as it is inside. Exudes the beauty of youth!

Mom is not only beautiful, but also loves me especially!

In the morning, I just got up and washed, and I saw my mother put the breakfast on the table. I couldn't wait to pick it up and eat it. I looked up inadvertently and found that my mother was a lot older and had wrinkles on her face. She hadn’t looked at her mother so long, she was no longer young, and she couldn’t stand my troubles. . A breakfast filled with the love of my mother!

In the evening, I finally finished my homework and was about to check it. My mother held a glass of water and said to me, "Come, tired! Drink a mouthful of water! I will help you check, wash, sleep!" My mother sat at the table and checked it seriously like Guo Xiaosheng. After I finished washing, I slept, lying on the bed, looking at my mother, tears licking in my eyes, and my heart screamed.

After school, my heart is like a bunny, because my math test only scored 86 points, I am afraid that my mother is sad. Mother, as usual, asked: "Is there any homework at noon?" I didn't answer, just handed the papers to my mother, she took the papers, and the tears wet the mother's eyes. I met, crying and said: "Mom, I am sorry, I will definitely show you a good result next time, you don't cry." Mom looked at me, did not say anything, but I looked from my mother's eyes. Out of my mother's love for me!

Mom, you are the softest touch of geese in my heart. You are all the warmth and purity of all of you. You are the ripples of water in my heart forever!

Put aside the tearful eyes, let me say to you loudly: "Mom, I love you!"

Sixth grade: promise