Mother love grows with me

Mother love grows with me

There is a kind of love in the world, great and ordinary. This kind of love is selfless and great love. Its innocence and sweetness nourish me. This kind of love is maternal love. Maternal love is warm, it is the most worthy of my memories, and it is the most unforgettable for me.

I remember that when I was young, my body was very bad. A cold was like a regular meal. It was normal to go to the clinic. Mom always accompanied me to play the hanging needle. Every time my mother always sent me to the clinic, then went home to cook, and then sent me the meal, every time I always feed me. Looking at my mother's mouthful of the rice in the spoon; looking at the sweat on my mother's head, like the broken beads continue to fall down, my tears burst out like a spring. After seeing it, my mother asked me if I was nervous. I shook my head and rushed to my mother’s arms. My mother said a silly child, but my hand held me tightly. It felt like time was still there. For a moment, it was the moment that belonged to me and my mother, the wonderful moment.

Mother, like a wall, covers the wind and rain, blocking the hot sun, so that our saplings that are not wind and rain can thrive; mother, like a kind mother, every day, with loving hands, touching We are encouraging us to fly to the blue sky. My mother is like this. I care for me. I am especially grateful that my mother often guides and encourages me to lose, so that the profound truth takes root in my heart. She is my first teacher.

I clearly remember that it was a few years ago. In one exam, my grades were not satisfactory. After school, the classmates went home happily, but I slowly packed my bags, and the golden peas "turned around in the eyelids. I dragged my tired body and took a heavy step, step by step. Moved home. Compared to the past, the bag seems to be a lot heavier. The bird on the tree is screaming, seemingly laughing at me. I am in front of my mother to help me review my homework in the middle of the night, as the teacher expects. My eyes are all the sarcasm and ridicule of my classmates... Everything makes me feel uncomfortable. When I finally got home, my mother saw that I was downcast, and everything understood. She gently comforted me and told me not to experience the wind and rain. I can see the rainbow. Then, my mother also helped me analyze the problem and told me how to solve the problem. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally understood the root of the loss, and my mother smiled comfortably. My mother unselfishly dedicated my love to me. I can grow up vigorously.

Come and thank our mother. Do something for her, even if it is just washing the feet, wiping the tables and chairs. I believe that these insignificant actions will certainly comfort the mother's tired heart. I remember when I was young, I was very self-willed, and my own things could not be given to others or taken away by others without my consent. One day, I came home from school and saw my sister crying. My mother took the plush bear who was about to be thrown away by me and glared at her sister. At the time, I was very angry because my mother took me with my consent. I quickly ran over and threw the plush bear to the ground. My mother did not comfort me as usual. After my sister left, my mother severely criticized me. Make me know how to be tolerant and to have love.

Yes, it is my mother who often sounds the alarm in my ear. I often teach me to be honest, trustworthy, and brave. It is also my mother. It is still my mother who often guides me to study! Maternal love is deep, and maternal love is selfless and great. I have to use my heart to experience and feel, in order to be eligible to accept this love, this priceless love. This year's Mother's Day reminds me of what a philosopher said: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes! My mother gave me love, so I will never forget, I will never forget it!

Sixth grade: Li Jiaying