Composition: Mother’s love is priceless, more than 600 words (little things in life)

Part 1

Never forget your parents’ nurturing kindness

When you sit in a bright classroom and listen to the teacher’s lecture, when you sit at the dinner table and eat When eating delicious meals, have you ever thought about how much blood and sweat your parents have to put in from a wailing baby to the person you are today? Have you ever thought that one day you will use your efforts to hug them back and forth? Our Chinese nation is known for its "etiquette" It is known as "the country", and the first etiquette is to respect parents. There is such an incident. A classmate has been pampered at home. Once, his mother forgot to cook because she was sick. He actually got angry, and her mother burst into tears and was very sad. .Classmates, how heartbroken this mother was at that time! What did she gain from her love for her son? Can you imagine that if a person doesn’t even love his biological mother, can he still be full of love for other people? What would the world be like without love? Old people living on the streets, children abandoned in the wilderness... how terrible it would be. Throughout the ages, not all people who have achieved anything have this kind of noble character. Marshal Chen Yi, who had made great contributions to the founding of New China, was very busy during his tenure as Minister of Foreign Affairs. However, he was able to use the time between his visits to visit his elderly mother and wash her paralyzed mother's diapers. In He has this noble virtue in him, and he is a noble person. We should learn from childhood to respect and love our parents who work day and night for us, and extend this virtue to respecting all teachers and being a moral person. Think about how many mothers are knitting sweaters for us under the lamp, and how many fathers are running for life. Let us all care about our parents, honor our parents, and compose a song of love for our parents and elders!

< p>Part 2

Great maternal love

In the quiet night of the night, the north wind blew "huh-huh", and the moon shone its hazy light on the earth. `In a simple little hut, there is still a glimmer of light shining.

Meng Jiao couldn't sleep while lying in bed. Tomorrow morning he would leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and go to Beijing to take the exam. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have hot tears in his eyes.

In the hazy state, Meng Jiao saw his old mother using her rough hands to mend the worn cotton coat for him stitch by stitch. The deep maternal love nourished his heart.

The north wind is still blowing "whooshing", one after another, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering from the cold, and her fingers were frozen, like red carrots. She put down the needle and thread in her hands, put her hands together near her mouth, took a few strong breaths, and then rubbed them vigorously. Seeing this scene, Tears welled up in Meng Jiao's eyes again. He really wanted to rush up, hug his mother and keep her warm.

The ruthless cold wind kept hitting the hut, and the lights were swaying left and right. The weak flames could not withstand the cold wind and went out with a "porphyry". The mother sighed, I picked up the flint in the dark, and with a "chi" sound, the oil lamp was lit. My mother continued to mend the clothes. However, the ruthless wind hit the hut again and again, so my mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to mend." ``

Looking at his mother's figure, Meng Jiao couldn't help but think of a small incident that happened in his childhood. One day, my husband asked to buy a book. However, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and could not even take care of life, let alone buy a book, so he did not tell his mother. But this matter still blew into her mother's ears like the wind. Soon, her mother brought a brand new book to Meng Jiao. It turned out that her mother had pawned her only dowry jewelry ````

Under the oil lamp, my mother was still mending clothes. Suddenly, my mother frowned, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out like a pearl. My mother put her hand to her mouth and sucked it, and then continued to mend it as if nothing happened. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's nose felt sour, and he couldn't hold back his tears any longer. They poured down like spring water and wet the pillow.

The moon put away its last ray of light, and the sun rose. When they came to the courtyard, her mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and said reluctantly: "Son, you have to come back soon!"

Meng Jiao's eyes were blurred again, and her mother was like that The spring sunshine shines on this young grass in Mengjiao. His mother's great love will accompany him through wind and rain and into the distance.

Looking at his mother waving in the distance, a little poem flowed in Meng Jiao's heart:

The thread in the hands of the loving mother,

The clothes on the wanderer's body.

Before leaving, there is a tight gap,

I am afraid that I will return later.

Whoever says nothing about grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

Part 3

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

When I was in elementary school, the teacher left a lot of compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I just finished writing them without any pain. I was not deeply aware of its true meaning. My feelings, that is to say, fear and hatred for my mother prevailed. Because my mother is very strict with me.

I have resented my mother’s harshness to me countless times. Although I didn’t have the guts to yell with her, I often slacked off without my mother knowing and did things that my mother didn’t allow. As a result, my academic performance has always been mediocre and my life has been uneventful. My mother was heartbroken about this.

Since I entered junior high school, as I grow older, I have gradually begun to understand that my mother’s severity is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems very cruel and inhumane, but this kind of love gives me endless motivation and I have achieved enviable results again and again in my studies.

Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I started yelling and playing on the computer. My mother was so "stalked" by me that she had no choice but to say: "Take out your homework and let me do it." I'll check it out, and if I do well, I can play on the computer. "Although I can't play on the computer right away, I still have hope of playing on the computer because I've finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the desk at lightning speed. "Mom, I've finished my homework, can we play now?" I shouted loudly. "Are you serious about your homework? Do you know how to do math problems?" Mom asked dubiously. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake..." Before I could finish, I noticed that my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problems you did. The writing is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and you got so many questions wrong... ..." My mother typed the wrong number as she spoke. The more she typed the wrong number, the angrier she became. In her last breath, she tore up all my math homework and said, "Redo it!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I didn't dare to say another word. I thought silently in my heart, "Dear computer, I kiss you goodbye." Although I was extremely unhappy, I knew: My mother did this for my own good. Therefore, I re-did my math homework seriously, and my mother explained the questions I couldn't do in detail. In the math class on the second day, we had a math test. During the test, I felt particularly calm and calm. While most of the students around me were scratching their heads, I had already carefully checked the completed test paper. . The next day, just as I expected, under the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my full score test paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "awesome!"

My mother is strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in any aspect of my life. My mother has very high requirements for me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth, tidy up my house...and do it well. If I slacked off even a little bit, I would be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I would be criticized by my mother. The pain of flesh and blood. Although I didn’t understand it at the time, I still tried to do things to perfection that my peers wouldn’t do. Now I know that my mother wants me to have a serious attitude in everything I do. No matter what reasons I have, I can't be careless.

"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Thank you, mother, for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite power to overcome any difficulties and guide me in my future study and life. , fight forward and never give up

There is a sea, which is the mother's mind; there is a pure land, which is the mother's soul. Facing those familiar and kind faces, you will often look at them. Arrived, mother's tearful smile.

I can’t remember how many times I picked up my pen, but I never dared to write those two words------I’m afraid, I’m afraid that no matter what, I won’t be able to write deeply, comprehensively and thoroughly enough about myself. The most beloved person in life.

I remember when I was a child, my mother studied music in other places. Every time I come back, the whole family is as happy as celebrating the New Year. I once naively pestered her: "Why do you have to come back only once a month? Come back every week!" When she heard what I said, she just sighed softly. After that, she actually came back every week. Many years later, when she accidentally mentioned this incident, she said with a smile: "To this day, I still remember you, following the car, crying: "Mom, mom, I want mom...my heart is broken." Broken. All the tears in my life seemed to have been shed at that time! ”

When I grew up, I finally realized that at that time, she only had a monthly salary of twenty-eight yuan and seventy cents. That three yuan bus ticket could allow her to pay for her beloved daughter. The three meals a day were as simple as eating pickles brought from home. I know how important the voice is for a musician. I can’t imagine how much cold water my mother had to drink to keep her sweet singing voice. I think of her always smiling and smiling on TV, but I clearly feel the bitterness in her heart.

People who have not been mothers will never know how difficult it is to be a mother, especially if you are single. I often hear people say: I miss my mother and cry, my mother misses my son and my heart breaks. At that moment, a salty liquid flows straight into the place called "heart".

After I went to college, my mother and I lived apart. One night, I called her by mistake. She answered the phone after just one ring. She seemed very nervous and kept asking: "What's wrong? Did something happen? "I smiled and told the truth, telling her that I just made a wrong number, and asked her why she didn't turn off her phone so late. She just said quietly: "I missed you just now and couldn't sleep. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid of being late. It affects your rest...".

My sore eyes were moist, and I couldn't help but burst into tears. In the dark night, you secretly cried alone, silently, missing your daughter far away, But you are afraid of disturbing her rest. You always leave me the most beautiful smile and hold back the tears of longing in your heart.

I couldn’t help but recall the scene at the beginning of school. I asked her coquettishly if she missed me. She smiled and said, "Why do I miss you? Do you want you to be angry with me?" At that time, she, How much courage does it take to hide the inseparability in your heart? Mom, at this moment, who can tell you how brave a woman must be to be strong? !

I couldn’t help but ask myself: Who should I call late at night? Who should my phone be turned on for? There is only one answer: Mom.

For my mother, I dare not say repay the gratitude. I just want to say: Mom, making you happy is the most important thing in my life.

And I just want to tell all my friends: There is a person who is using her loving garden to plant your sweet dishes, and using her hard-working life to exchange for your ticket to happiness, even if you are lonely and alone. Looking at her, her kind face still had a tearful smile----

2. Maternal Love

The greatest love in the world is maternal love. Let me ask, who will take care of us and worry about us day and night when we are sick? Who will guide us to the right path when we still don’t know the difference between right and wrong? The only answer is mother, how great mother is.

However, when I was 3 years old, my mother left me forever. Since then, I have never experienced the warmth of maternal love. Whenever I see my classmates talking about how their mothers care about them, how they prepare delicious food for them, etc., I really feel bad. One day, I said to my father: "Dad, please find me a new mother." Dad nodded silently. One day a few months ago, my father found me a beautiful aunt with big eyes and a high nose. My father told me that the aunt in front of me was my new mother.

Seeing the new mother, I not only thought of my long-dead mother, but also thought, will this new mother be good to me? Something happened later that dispelled my doubts. Once, I unfortunately fell ill, and my new mother took me to the hospital and stayed with me all the time. When I woke up, I saw my mother’s anxious eyes and deeply felt the pain in her heart caused by my physical pain. I was also in pain. I was moved by this and shouted loudly: "Mom, Mom, you are my biological mother." My mother also shed tears of happiness. Since then, my mother and I have gotten along very well. My mother always takes care of my life and study carefully and considerately.

Ah! Mother is great. She would sacrifice everything for me. Mother's love cannot compensate at all. Therefore, I hope that when we grow up, we will not abandon our mother, but try to make her happy in return for her nurturing love in raising us!

Report Mother, what a great word! The first two words a person can speak, mother. Such a familiar and affectionate name, what a person is always grateful for is his mother.

Gorky once said: "All glory and pride in the world come from mother."

What is mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest person who creates our life and gives us growth.

One day, when I was passing by the lawn and saw a young mother leading her child across the road, this scene was so shocking to my soul. Your mother's figure when she taught you how to walk can't help but appear in front of your eyes; your eyes become moist and you feel a little inexplicable joy in your heart. Indeed, my mother will pay any price for us, including her life, but she never complains or pays any attention. You said: "How can I forget this friendship that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea?"

< p>When I put my schoolbag on my back and go to school, my mother will silently prepare for me in the dim light, with new books wrapped and new clothes for school the next day. When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already put breakfast on the table... Recalling every bit of the past, a wave of warmth surged into my heart. My heart is surrounded by my mother's love and I feel extremely happy!

When I was in middle school, my mother’s advice became my wealth.

When I heard an eight or nine-year-old boy reciting "The Wandering Son's Song" in a childish voice, the deep feelings in my heart were touched, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering boy's body." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return later. "Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring?" The only person in the world who has shown kindness to me without asking for anything in return is my mother! Mother's love is selfless and sincere love. Mother gives us life, she gives us too much, but what about us? The only thing we can remember is our mother's face, a pair of hands that worked for us, and a birthday. The only thing we can do is to reduce the burden on our mother, chat with her, and stay with her. The only thing we can think of is to give her a very quiet environment so that she can enjoy her old age!

Mother’s love is speechless, let us observe and experience it with our hearts!

In the dead of night, I was walking home alone, the wind was blowing, and I couldn't help but feel a bit cool. The withered leaves were blown down by the wind, making a burst of noise, and I couldn't help but speed up my steps. The palms of my hands holding my schoolbag were also sweaty.

Suddenly, a miserable cat cry broke the silence of the night. My heart couldn't help but shrink, and scenes of terrible scenes emerged in my mind. I often heard classmates say: "I heard cats at night." "It's not a good thing to bark." I was still speeding up, and the only sounds on the road were my footsteps and the occasional meow. "Alas!" My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and I stumbled on something. When I looked carefully, alas! It turned out that I was walking too fast and accidentally bumped into a stone.

The moment I raised my head, a ray of light passed through the darkness and shone into my heart. Like a wisp of spring breeze, it suddenly felt much warmer, because I knew that it was my mother who opened it for me. It made me throw away all the fears I had just now.

I opened the door gently, then closed it gently. When I turned my head, my mother was already in front of me. She smiled on her tired face and said, "There are steamed buns for you in the stove." , there was freshly heated porridge on the table. When I reacted, my mother came out again and said, "Come on, give me your schoolbag, and you can go and eat it!" "I put down my schoolbag and went to the kitchen to eat. When I returned to the living room after dinner, my mother was still sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I said, "Mom, aren't you going to get up early tomorrow? You go to bed quickly.

My mother smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm not tired!" ”

I glanced at my mother and said, “You don’t have to wait for me anymore. Just go to bed when you are tired.” "

After hearing this, my mother said: "I'm worried. If you don't come back, I won't be able to sleep. I'm afraid you'll be scared on the road. Okay, just leave me alone and go to sleep! ”

I didn’t know what to say for a moment. I just felt a warm current slowly immersing my body, and my eyes were a little moist.

Every night, there was that orange Lamp, I always carry a bag full of happiness. Go home relaxed and happy.

Mother's love is so warm. Mother cares about us meticulously. Mother is always thinking about her children. .

Mother’s love is priceless, we should cherish it even more

Mother’s love is priceless

If you want to ask me what is priceless and most precious in this world. Yes, I would say "maternal love" without hesitation. Maternal love is priceless.

My mother is a farmer. She loves me and my brother very much. Although my mother has not been to school for a few days, she still loves her. I have many life experiences. One morning when I went to school, my mother told me to bring an umbrella in case it rained at noon. I said unhappily: "The weather forecast last night said it would be sunny today and it would not rain." "I didn't like to bring an umbrella, so I sneaked out of the house when my mother wasn't paying attention.

Oh, God, it's true. It happened to rain heavily when we were out of school at noon. After a while, everyone in the class My classmates were all gone. I had to go home in the rain. When I ran to the school gate, I saw a familiar figure - and then I ran to her with a familiar smile. I asked curiously: "Mom, how did you know it was going to rain today? "My mother said: "I saw that the weather had changed a bit this morning. It felt like it was going to rain, so I asked you to bring an umbrella. All the umbrellas at home were lent to others, so we shared one. ”

While walking on the road, I felt that the umbrella above my head was always tilting toward me.

When I went home for dinner, I discovered that my mother’s right shoulder was wet, and I wasn't wet at all. I suddenly remembered that when I was on the road, I was standing on the left side of my mother. No wonder the umbrella was always tilted.

Because I wanted to sleep more on Sunday morning, my mother always kept it. Don’t ask me to get up. On Sunday morning, my mother will get up gently, go to the kitchen to cook, put the rice in the thermos bucket, and finally close the door gently and go to work in the fields. p>

My mother has dedicated herself to this family, worked hard for this family, and contributed without regrets to our healthy and happy growth. This is something I will never be able to repay in my life.

Mother's love has accompanied me through storms and countless dark nights. Mother's love is the most sincere feeling in the world. Mother's love is the most precious and priceless! >Mother's love is priceless

Who is the person who accompanies me to thrive and gives me happiness? Who is the person who works hard for me and works hard without complaining? Who is the person who risked his own life and risked his life to save me? Who is it?

When I opened my treasure house of colorful memories, I found something that would make you cry like rain. It was one evening, when the fiery morning glow reflected the sky. It was particularly dazzling. I was very excited when I was about to go to Tieniu Square. I ran as fast as I could, but I didn’t even notice that there was a taxi coming towards me. Injured, my mother rushed over and shouted: "Baby, baby!" and hurriedly stopped the taxi with her hands. At this time, I looked at my mother's tiny arms, and my heart was filled with infinite gratitude. I felt that my mother was Even giants cannot keep up with the power. This kind of power is the infinite love and infinite longing for me.

I rushed over, grabbed my mother, lay in her arms and cried. At this time, what I saw was a face crying with joy, a face with blurred eyes, and a face full of excitement. That scene is something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

There is another thing that impressed me deeply. That day, it rained heavily. I didn’t bring an umbrella, and I looked at other children’s parents picking up their children and going home together. I thought: Is mother here? Just when I was at a loss, my mother magically appeared in front of me, but she There was only one umbrella. My mother did not hold an umbrella for me. Her petite body was particularly conspicuous in the rain. After returning home, my mother kept coughing and had a high fever. I burst into tears: "Mom, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Mom stroked my forehead, She said softly: "My child, you are right, you are innocent, it is your mother's fault!" After saying this, the mother fell asleep. But I had a lot of thoughts: My mother protected me from wind and rain, worked hard and never complained, but I usually didn't listen to her. Did my mother just leave like this? Was she going to commit suicide? I was afraid that something would happen to my mother, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I couldn't help but cry. Only then did I realize that I am blessed to have my mother by my side. People who have maternal love are so happy. I should be filial to her.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are tightly sewed before leaving, for fear of returning late. Who said that an inch of grass can repay three spring radiances? Mother's love is revealed silently and will never be exposed.

I love you, Mom!