Mother's love

Some people say that maternal love is selfless, and some people say that maternal love is great, but I think maternal love is the best gift for each of us. From a small sprout, after careful care of the mother, we thrive, sprout, and grow. The leaves, turned into a lush tree, are really forested, and the grass is rich.

Mom is like my protector. Whenever I am sick, my mother will take me to the hospital with great nervousness. I am afraid that my condition will worsen. I remember that once I had a high fever, my mother was in a hurry and immediately let me eat a few antipyretics. Then I took me to the hospital. After seeing the pediatrician, the doctor said that I had a fever and gave me some medicine. But my mother still didn't feel relieved, and took me to see Chinese medicine. Until I was diagnosed, my mother assured me to go home.

Once, in a hot summer day, suddenly there was a blackout. I was overwhelmed by the heat and my mother could use a fan to cool me. On a cool, warm night, I entered my dreams sweetly. I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I found that my mother was still fanning for me. I said, "Mom don't leave you sleeping! Are you fanning me for a long time?" In fact, I know that my mother has been fanning me for a long time. At this time, I said, "Mom, I am thirsty." Mom quickly got up and poured tea for me. She ordered a candle. In the light candlelight, I found my mother. There were a few more white hair on the hair and a few wrinkles on the forehead. At this time, I found that my mother was old, my mother was really old, and my mother was getting old for us. I secretly said in my heart: I must be filial to my mother when I grow up."

The ruthless years have carved wrinkles on your face, leaving traces on your forehead that cannot be removed or erased. But your love is still so selfless, my mother, my favorite mother, you gave me the most precious and greatest love in the world, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world.

Mom, my favorite mother, I will not forget that you sent me an umbrella in the rain. Give me a cotton jacket in the winter, when you are sad, you comfort me; when I fail, you encourage me; when I am successful, you congratulate me; mother, your love, like a river The earth flows into my heart, nourishing my heart.

Sixth grade: Jiaqi