Thanksgiving mother love

The love of parents is the most selfless and pure love in the world. Birds can't fly in hours. They can only open their mouths to ask their mothers to feed food. The mother of the birds finds food for the birds, but they are reluctant to eat. This is called maternal love. My mother is the same. She never stopped loving me when I was born. When I was still toddler, I could not only share the burden for my mother, but only add endless troubles to her, such as breaking the vase and playing. The knife hurts himself and so on. Every time, my mother always feels distressed, but she never has any blame and complaints. This is the great maternal love.

My mother gave me a lot of love, but sometimes I can't understand or even misunderstand... Once, my mother asked me to do a few math problems. If I had a problem, I would ask my mother, she would give me After talking about it for a long time, I still can't do it. My mother put her head in her hand and sneaked away tears. Although I didn't cry, but the tears still flowed down, I thought: Mom is too bad. Understand the minds of our children, play is the nature of children, learning is secondary, why do mothers look so heavy?

Another time, I made a dish, I think: Although the children's meals are hard to eat, parents will say delicious. But my mother took a bite and slammed her mouth to the toilet with one hand. I asked her: "Is it delicious?" "Not good!" Mom replied. When the voice just fell, I said aloud: "Why, other people's mothers have eaten the dishes made by their daughters, and they say that they are delicious, but you said that they are not good, I have no confidence." Mom listened carefully. Say: "If I don't tell the truth to make you happy, you don't know the truth, and you become arrogant, so you can not only improve, but will regress." I thought about it, but I still don't understand why my mother thought so. Besides, I am not the kind of person! Ugh……

After we studied the text "Quiet Silence", I further understood the parents' minds. Some people said: "Playing is a kiss, you are a love, you can't beat it." How are all love, my mother asked me to make a question. I want to make me learn better, and I don’t confess that I am reluctant to retreat because I am afraid of my pride. It’s really "poor parents in the world!"

The father loves the mountain, and the mother loves the sea. Let us always remember the grace of parents, learn to be grateful, learn to be grateful, let parents smile more, have less sorrow, let parents live more and more happy, the more lively and happy.

Yanshi attached to the third grade: the sand dunes of the month