Inadvertently, many things will go away.

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When I was a child, I would blame you.

You always come and go in a hurry when you meet me. I always hear what you say the most. You have to go. See you next time. I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing. On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying.

Life is like this. Day after day, year after year.

Be reasonable, and I will blame you.

At that time, like other children, I grew up beside my mother, only to find that I was not as happy as I thought. I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was. Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt. After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. I can't even take care of myself. How can I take care of your precious daughter? "

Now, I will love you.

Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, and it is full of love. What a poor child I would be without you. So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star. It's good to have you.

Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me. But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have been giving me strength, not afraid, not timid. "

Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously.

Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you."

Motherly love surrounds her like a breeze. It illuminates the dark road, warms the frozen heart and dispels the tired pain. Concentrate on the little things around you.

In the morning, the winter glow is lazily hidden in the horizon. The moonlight was soft and brushed my cheek when I was about to go out. In the dim light, the road ahead is gloomy. I stepped out of the house and walked to the dark path in Dai Yueli. The warm light behind me attracted me, and I couldn't help looking back. Only to find my mother's haggard figure leaning against the door, looking at my hesitant steps, she whispered, "Be careful on the road and pay attention to safety!" " "The voice of exhortation echoed in the ear. With a warm brush in my heart, I couldn't help but nod my head. Looking ahead, the sky was a fish-belly grey, and the dawn ahead was dawning, and the dark road had been illuminated by my mother's words. In that sentence, maternal love was clearly condensed.

In the afternoon, the biting cold wind frostbite my running body. The gray sky drained the color of the runway, leaving only a dim light. After running the whole course, the cold wind roared and my fingers were already frozen. The only color on my face was taken away by the sudden cooling, and my classmates' kettles were frozen into ice. I picked up the thermos cup with a wry smile, but there was a trace of warmth in the cold metal. I took a few mouthfuls of surprise, and the warm current suddenly flowed out of my mouth and went straight to my heart. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother poured me water in the morning, and the newly bought thermos cup was carefully condensed with warm water by my mother. Motherly love goes down the throat, nourishing the heart ravaged by the strong wind and warming the frozen limbs. That cup of warm water clearly embodies maternal love.

Late at night, the bright moon hung high in the air, and the white light filled my hut. Gently lift the pen and think about the complicated questions. Unconsciously forgot the time, people have fallen asleep, but I put down my pen contentedly. Strolling gently into the living room, my mother's door was unlocked, and a ray of light came through the gap. In doubt, I gently pushed open the door and looked inside. Mom is not asleep, but it's me. Her tired eyes smiled, picked up a cup of warm milk on the table and handed it to me apologetically. I was suddenly surprised that my mother was in poor health. Getting up early every day makes her overworked, but she waits until late at night because of my malnutrition. That glass of milk clearly embodies maternal love.

Motherly love doesn't need big moves, sometimes it's just a reminder. A pot of warm water and a glass of milk is enough. Although things are small, they are full of maternal love.

Motherly love grows with me.

Mom, the storm in the sky is coming, the bird is hiding in the nest, and the storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. -inscription

I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, nourishing my dry heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.

In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself. As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it. Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye. What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night. But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings.

Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little. When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always came to help me take them down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high. I like walking on the grass covered with dew when I go to school in the morning. I'm afraid that when I roll up my trouser legs, my mother will kneel down and say, "I'll do it." Then carefully help me pull up my pants. Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memory.

When she grew up, my mother always said, "Let him go." Once I met a math problem, I wanted to ask my father, "He thinks for himself." My mother's voice pulled me to the table again, and I finally did it. On the way to school, without my mother's company, she will always say that you are a junior high school student and you should learn to stand on your own feet.

Ah, I see, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, but love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and flowering at any time, will decorate this path with flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not be sad. Sometimes growing up is not complicated, sometimes I take a big step in my mind in an instant, and that morning with dew makes me grow up in maternal love.

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