maternal love

"The mother-in-law is in the line, the wandering clothes are on the line. The secrets are tightly sealed, and the fear is delayed." The poems of this popular population have been passed down through the ages, truly revealing the care and affection of the mothers, and let us know that the motherly love is boundless. ! Maternal love is great, and the mother's love for us is meticulous. She cares and cares for us all the time, but in the passage of the years, there is always a gap between mother and child, which makes people remember.

Things happened on this winter vacation. The time of the winter vacation is also fast, and it is fast. In the twinkling of an eye, it turns from the harsh winter of "mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi Laxiang" to the spring of "the mud swallows the swallows and the sand warm sleeps." However, between me and my mother, I was "stubborn". The thing is this: "Get out of bed!" Mom called me impatiently. "There is another ten days to start school. What should you do if your homework is still moving?" I squinted at the sleepy eyes and raised the quilt up. Ignore it and continue to swim in my dreams. My mother urged it even tighter, and the voice increased by a few hundredths of a mile. The more I ignored it, the more fierce she was. No matter how squally, I didn’t move, I even covered my head with my quilt and covered my ears with both hands. Shouting at her mother, the mother was furious at this time. Hedong rushed to my bed like a lion, and pulled it hard. The quilt squatted on the ground. The mother was glaring, and the blue ribs on the forehead burst into tears. I want to scream. You sleep, I want you to sleep..."

I was annoyed, and it broke out like a volcano. I picked up the quilt and simply slept, and I didn’t come out again. My mother slammed the door. At this time, I was lying in the bed and I could fall asleep, my heart was undulating, and my thoughts poured into my heart. At first, I said in my heart, "Bad mother, mother is not good." Gradually, I remembered a lot of things coming back. I remembered that my mother was good to me on weekdays. I remembered my mother’s love for me. I can’t help but regret it... Although I regret the intestines, I am sorry to apologize to my mother. Time passed by, and I didn't know how long it was dead. My mother pushed the door and apologies to me. I asked if I was so painful. I was so sad that I apologized to my mother.

Maternal love is a kind of selfless emotion. It is like the spring of the rain, spilling on our hearts, quietly, but nourishing the seedlings of a life.

Fifth grade: Lost shadow of injury