All the people often say:"mother's love is the greatest in the world! "Yes, mother's love is very great.We mother give us very too much love. But a big number of us, don't know our mother give us too much love. Mothers are very tired. We don't realize that we should make them to rest. Mothers are thirsty. We don't realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we beacome father or mother. We will know our parents have gave us much love .So,at this moment. We must reture a good grades to our parents.
Deep Mther Lve
Ever child is surrunded b the deep ther lve. Hwever, we ften turn a blind ee t the lve. One da I deepl felt the lve.
One da I hurried he fr lunch after schl, because there wuld be an exa in the afternn and I had expected t g bac t schl earl t prepare fr the exa. But when I gt he, the lunch was nt read et. I felt unhapp. When the dishes were served, I frund nne I lie. I ran ut f huse angril and wanderde n the street fr a while,hungr. Then I waled t schl.
When I gt int the classr, I saw a lunch bx n des. One classate tld e that it was ther ther that had brught it here.After pening the bx, I fund favrite fd inside. M ees was ist with tears.
Mther gave e her lve withut asing fr return, Hw deep ther lve is!
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats.
I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit.
On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.
time is running out for my friend. while we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "we're taking a survey,"she says, half-joking. "do you think i should have a baby?"
"it will change your life," i say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "i know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."
but that's not what i mean at all. i look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. i want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. i want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.
i consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "what if that had been my child?" that every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. that when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. i look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
i feel i should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. she might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. she will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.
i want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. that a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. the issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. however decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
looking at my attractive friend, i want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. that her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.
i want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. i want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. i want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.
my friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "you'll never regret it," i say finally. then, squeezing my friend's hand, i offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
Mother's love in the world is great. Sometimes, when you are sick, a mother's love will bring her mother to take care of you for your work. The heavy rain, love will make the mother an umbrella for you, they shower like "soaked through"...... All of these can show my mother's love for you, and I'll tell you about my mother's love.
That night, I feel like I'm in the refrigerator, cold, and head pain and dizziness, I caught a cold. When I was dizzy, I found myself lying on my mother's warm back. My mother found me uncomfortable and took me to the hospital. "But it's 12 now. Where is the hospital open?" I asked my mother. The mother said, "the hospital is open at night, not far from here." There is a hospital in front of me, but I still believe my mother. But who knew my mother had been carrying me back for almost two hours before she got to the hospital. Originally, mother afraid I want to walk, lie to me to say not far. To the hospital, the doctor prescribed some medicine, also said to the liquid cotton with press in my temple, head will slowly not pain. When the doctor said, my mother said to me, "I will help you press. You go to bed." I fell asleep after hearing my mother's words. By the time I woke up in the morning, my mother was still pressing for me. My mother took care of me all night, and she did not sleep at all, even if there was no complaint.
This is what I feel motherly love, this is the mother of their children without regret care, this is the great maternal love.
Mother's Loveis the greatest in the world. One evening, it was raining hard and it was very dark outside. Suddenly I got a bad headache. My mother felt my head and found that I had a high fever. She was so worried that shi took me on the back to the nearby hospital at once.
At that time, it was about midnight and it was raining even harder. I looked down at my mother andfound that she was walking hard in the heavy rain. I couldn't keep back my tears. When she was too tired to walk on, she letme down.
But when she found I could hardly stand, she took me on the back again and went on walking. When we got to the hospital, she was out of breath. The doctor looked me over carefully and let me take some hot water and some medicine.
On the way home, I felt a little better. So I told my mother that could walk slowly by myself. But mother took me in the back without a word. When we got home, mother fell to the floor. She was too tired! The next day I felt much better, but mother got ill.
What a great mother! How great mother's love is!
Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I deeply felt the love.
One day I hurried home for lunch after school, because there would be an exam in the afternoon and I had expected to go back to school early to prepare for the exam. But when I got home, the lunch was not ready yet. I felt unhappy. When the dishes were served, I forund none I like. I ran out of my house angrily and wanderde on the street for a while,hungry. Then I walked to school.When I got into the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. One classmate told me that it was my mother ther that had brought it here.After opening the box, I found my favorite food inside. My eyes was moist with tears.
Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!
1、A mother ‘s voice is the most beautiful sound in the world! ( Dante )
2、Loving mother of the arm is composed, the children could not sleep in it sweet? ( Hugo )
3、Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. ( mill)
4、Motherly love is how strong, selfish, fanatical to take the feelings of the whole heart. ( Duncan )母爱是多么强烈、自私、狂热地占据我们整个心灵的感情。（邓肯）
5、How much like the mother of the world! Their heart is always the same. Every mother has a very pure utter innocence. ( Whitman )
Mother’s love 妈妈的爱
I think my mother is great.
She is warm-hearted and is always smiling. People like to talk with her because her smiles make them happy. Whenever I see her smiling face, I feel relaxed, too.
She loves me very much. She is only a worker and doesn’t make much money, but she spends most of it on me. She takes very good care of me. Every day she cooks delicious and healthy food for me. And we also have a lot of good times together. She likes to tell me funny stories to make me laugh. On holidays, she enjoys taking me out for trips. Sometimes we even go outside in the evening after the rain has stopped, and we look for frogs. It’s lots of fun. I love my mother.
The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I've been bathing in the sunshine of my mother's love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.
I remember when I was a child, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age withdraw from their mother's arms. They were very envious, because my mother always encouraged me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was too unreasonable, and even asked my father, "did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when there are many girls in my class who are bothered by the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care and self-reliance than girls of my age. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's saying that "the road is the way people come out".
A little older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is strong and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coax!
But mother's love has something in common with others. When I am ill, my mother will accompany me and take care of me until I recover. When I encountered setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me, gave me courage and confidence. "Fall down and get up!" This is what my mother often said to me, and this sentence accompanied me through more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.
Time passed by us without mercy, unconsciously I have passed 16 years. In every inch of time, I know my mother didn't worry about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved all this. Everyone can get a great maternal love. Although I don't know how great it is, I dare to say that what I mean by maternal love is what I think is the greatest maternal love - the maternal love that gives me care, encouragement, confidence and strength!