The greatness of maternal love - the feeling of reading "The Story of Mother"

During the summer vacation, I seriously read "Andersen's Fairy Tales", among which "The Story of Mother" left a deep impression on me.

In the story, a mother shocked my heart. Death took her child away, and the poor mother cried out to find her child. It was a cold winter. When her mother walked over the thorns covered with fangs and icicles, she had lost her way. So she asked if the thorns had seen her death with her children. When the thorns asked the mother to hold it warm on the chest, the mother did not hesitate to pick up the sharp and frozen thorns. The thorns of the thorns plunged into his muscles, and the blood flowed down and down... Later, She lost her way again. In order to recapture her beloved son from the dead, the mother paid a huge price - losing her bright eyes and her long black hair. Finally, when the scarred mother sees where the child is happy and happy, please go to the god of death and bring the child to the happy heaven.

What a touching story! This is a selfless mother, this is a great mother. I can't help but think of my mother. My mother gave me too much love. With my mother's love for me, I grew up, and I gradually understood my mother and understood my mother's love for me. My mother held an umbrella for me in the rain, and my shoulders were always wet half; my mother fell on my crib when I was sick, and I fell asleep with my clothes, but I became blind and my eyes were full. Bloodshot; I made a mistake. After my mother criticized me, my heart was very uncomfortable... Thinking, thinking, everything in front of me was blurred.

Some people say that maternal love is selfless. Yes, maternal love is a warm sun, dedicated to her light; it is a vast ocean, with a broad mind; it is a fertile soil that feeds children to grow up vigorously. Whether you go to the end of the sky or the sea of ​​the corner, she will hang you all the time.

The height of the sky, never before the mother misses the feelings of the children; the sea is wide, never wider than the mother loves the heart of children! If one day, there is still a kind of love in the world, I firmly believe that it must be maternal love!

Fourth grade: Chen Chen