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maternal love


"... grateful heart, thank you, let me, let me have the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thank you, flowers bloom, I cherish it..." This song is put into my ear, Wear my heart.

In fact, this song has a true story. There is a little girl who has been jealous since childhood. The father was busy with the war, only the mother and daughter lived together, but the mother was able to survive the day when she was sick and started to work all day long. In the New Year, there is a rice cake, which is the "worldly delicious" of their mother and daughter. A mother waited for a long time in the New Year’s storm. The mother still didn’t come back, so the little girl went out to find her mother. The mother was halfway because of Excessive fatigue fainted on the road was seen by the little girl, the little girl shed tears, because the mother's hands tightly caught the rice cake. Make the little girl cherish the life of the mother and the little bit...

Here I feel "mother love", which reminds me of "mother love."

I remember that when I was young, my economy was not good. My body often gave my parents a "burden." I am always sick, but my mother is taking care of me. Once I was sick, I didn’t have the money to go to the hospital to see a doctor. I had to carry a thick face to carry the “winding” and then went to Zengcheng. It was still far away from the hospital, but my mother took me for saving money and took me step by step. Stepping to the hospital...

Another time, when I go to Guangzhou at home, my mom and dad may go home at one or two in the evening. Only when I am at home, I will sleep without a worry! Suddenly~! My ears don't know why it hurts, I screamed loudly! But I understand that my parents are not at home, and I have to endure this pain. Half an hour passed, an hour passed... I have been waiting for my tears to be forced out by this "magic", ah! There is a door open... I fantasize about being a neighbor... I have... I got it wrong! Sure enough, this time, when the door opened, I lost my husband’s temperament and could not help but cry! Mom and Dad came: "Bin, where is not comfortable, what is it, is it not comfortable?" "I... I...the ear hurts, my parents," I said. Dad suddenly pulled me to the back of the "blood", and rushed to the hospital.

"The grace of dripping water, the springs are reported", what do you say about your parents?

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