Love

In the quiet night, the north wind screamed, and the moon shone his bright light on the earth... There was still a ray of light shining in a simple hut.

Mengjiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who raised him tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to take the test. Thinking of this, his eyes could not help but the six animals had hot tears.

In the middle of the night, Mengjiao saw that the elderly mother was using her rough hands to sew the worn cotton coat for him. The thick motherly love nourished his heart.

The north wind is still blowing in the "calling-calling", and it seems like a wolf in a burst. The mother shivered and her fingers were frozen. Like a red carrot, she put down the needle thread in her hand, put her hands together and put it on her mouth. She took a few breaths and then slammed it hard to see the situation. The tears of Mengjiao came out again. He really wanted to rush up, hug his mother and warm her.

The ruthless cold wind rushed to the hut, the lights swayed from side to side, the weak flames could not withstand the cold wind, and the sighs were extinguished. The mother sighed and took the flint in the black. As soon as the oil lamp illuminates, the mother continues to sew the clothes. However, the ruthless wind rushes toward the hut again and again, and the mother places the fuel lamp again and again, and continues to sew the ````

Looking at the mother's figure, Meng Jiao can't help but think of a little thing that happened in his childhood. One day, the gentleman asked to buy a book. However, Mengjiao’s family was very poor, and even his life could not be taken care of, let alone buy a book. He did not tell his mother. However, this matter was blown into the mother's ear like the wind. Soon, the mother took a brand new book to Mengjiao. It turned out that the mother had lost her only dowry jewelry ````

Under the oil lamp, the mother was still sewing the clothes. Suddenly, the mother’s brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozing out like a pearl. The mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked it, then continued to sew it again, seeing it here. Mengjiao’s nose was sore, and the tears couldn’t help again. It plunged like a spring and wet the pillows.

The moon took up the last rays and the sun rose. When I came to the courtyard, my mother stroked the head of Mengjiao and said reluctantly, "Children, you have to come back soon!"

The eyes of Mengjiao are blurred again. The mother is like the spring sunshine, shining on the tender grass of Mengjiao. The great love of the mother will accompany him through the storm and go to the distance.

Looking at the mother who is waving in the distance, a small poem flows in the heart of Mengjiao:

In the hands of the mother,

Wandering clothes.

Close to the seam,

I am afraid that I will be late.

Who is in the air,

Reported three Chunhui.

Second

Maternal love has been sung for millions of times, millions of years, but it can never stop because it never stops.

When I was a child, the teacher left a lot of essays on the topic of maternal love. For me, every time I finished writing things without hurting it, I didn’t have a deep feeling about the true meaning of it. For the mother is afraid and hate to take the upper hand, the middle school student essay "Composition 600 about maternal love." Because my mother is very strict with me.

My mother has been strict with me. I have been hated countless times. Although I didn’t dare to yell with her, I often lazy when my mother didn’t know it. I did something that my mother didn’t allow, so I His academic performance has been flat, and his life has always been a horse, and his mother has broken his heart.

Since I was in the middle of the country, as I grew older, I began to understand that the mother’s strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes looks very cruel and unappealing, but this kind of love has given me endless motivation and achieved enviable achievements in my studies.

Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I was playing with my computer. My mother was ruined by me. I had no choice but to say: "Take your homework, let me check it out, if you do it. Ok, you can play the computer." Although I can't play the computer right away, my hope of playing the computer is still there, because I have finished all the homework. I piled all my homework on the desk with lightning speed. "Mom, I finished my homework, can I play?" I shouted. “Is the homework done seriously? Will the math problems be done?” Mom asked half-heartedly. "Small dishes, a small thing..." I haven't finished yet, but I found that my mother's face is gradually gloomy: "You look at the math problems you have done, writing scribbles, steps are not complete, and you have done so many wrong things... ..." Mom said that the wrong number, the more the wrong number, the more angry, the last breath to tear my mathematics homework, "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I did not dare to say a word, only in My heart silently thought, "Dear computer, I kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy in my heart, I know that it is really good for me to do this. Therefore, I seriously re-do the math homework again, and my mother told me in detail about the questions I would not do. In the math class on the second day, we conducted a math test. During the exam, I felt particularly calm and calm. When most of the students around me scratched their heads, I had already checked the finished test paper seriously. . The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class, in their warm applause, I got the perfect score for my wish. That feeling is simply "great!"

My mother is strict with me, not only in my study, but in any aspect of my life, my mother has high requirements for me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth, organize my house... and I have to do a good job. After a little slack, I will be criticized by my mother’s face and sometimes I will be subject to some The bitterness of the flesh. Although I didn't understand it at the time, I still tried to do something that my peers would not do. Now I know that my mother wants me to have a serious attitude in doing anything. No matter what reason I have, I can’t be a horse.

"Bao Jianfeng has been grinding out, plum blossoms have come from bitter cold." Thanks to my mother for being strict with me, your love will give me the inexhaustible power to overcome any difficulties, guiding me to fight forward in the future study life. Do not give up

Sixth grade: 嘻额哈