350 words in the composition of maternal love

I always thought: who is the greatest in the world? Some people say it's a scientist, some say it's an architect, and some say it's a teacher But some people say it's maternal love. At first, I don't know much about maternal love. Once, I went to Li Gu's house to see the newly born dog. Her mother found it and glared at me fiercely. I didn't pay attention to it at that time. When I held her dog in her arms, she opened her mouth and bit me. I was scared to put the dog down. I thought, why did the lively and lovely mother dog suddenly bite me? I was told that he didn't want to hurt the dog. I learned for the first time what maternal love is. Another time, some of our children went to play a bird's nest, and just hit a newly born bird down. We were holding the bird and happily went home. Half way, a bird pounced on us from the sky, so we had to put the bird down. I asked my mother with a question, "why is this bird so brave?" Mother said you still remember the dog mother! Oh, this time I learned what maternal love is. My eyes are not good, my mother asked for leave to take me to see a doctor. It was summer at that time. Regardless of the hot weather, my mother took me everywhere to inquire about the best doctor and took me to where to go. Usually, my mother can't say enough about my love, which makes me understand maternal love more deeply. I want to use practical action to repay my mother, let her not angry, help her do something she can, study hard and strive for good results! Chapter two: the composition of maternal love is a warm feeling, is the home of people's yearning, it makes how much soul purification, how many children moved. A man ran away from home. Three years later, she saw a notice to find someone, so she went back. When she was about to knock on the door, she found the door unlocked. When she entered the room, she asked, "why is this door unlocked?" The old mother murmured, "son, since the day you left, this door has never been locked!" What a great maternal love, it is a symbol of beauty! The door of maternal love is never locked! In the mild spring, mother let you grow up like grass; in the scorching summer, maternal love makes you no longer hot. When the autumn wind blows across the field, the harvest fruit matures, the mother smiles, sweet smile, in her smile, who knows how many vicissitudes and sweat behind this smile! Throughout the year, bit by bit, we all live in the nest of maternal love. Through the vicissitudes of life, in the face of troubles and darkness, there is only one person - mother. When you are happy, it is the mother who pays for you. When you become a talent, it is the mother who supports you to walk by. At this time, the mother is aging. How many hardships and sweat behind the beauty do you remember? Do you remember the symphony mother told you? Mother, ordinary. Mother, ordinary but extraordinary. Mother, let happiness fill your life. Mother, holy and great angel. In the sky, stars twinkle and the surrounding is black. The earth changed from the noise of the day to the tranquility of the night. Every family lit candles. The room was dark, with only one candle emitting a faint light. At one end of the table, I was studying hard to prepare to go to Beijing for the exam and be loyal to my country. But at the other end of the table, is over 50 years old mother, see the mother's hair white, I have a trace of love in my heart. Look! My mother is making clothes for me! Her needle and thread, is so careful, as if to her advice, her miss, and even her warmth into the clothes. Let me go out of the son, always remember that there is an old mother at home looking forward to my safe return home. "Mother, don't meet. You'll wear the same clothes. Don't work too hard. Go and have a rest." I wanted to say it, but when it got to my throat, I swallowed it. I can't bear to stop a mother who is deeply in love with her son to do something for her son that is insignificant in her eyes, but can move the world in her son's eyes. I can only silence, concentrate on reading, get the best results to repay my mother. "Son! The clothes are all sewn. Remember to wear them tomorrow. " My mother's kind voice sounded in my ears, "yes, mother! Go and have a rest! I'm not here. Take care of yourself "I know." Stars twinkle, in the quiet cabin, under the dim candle light, I am the only one who is reading the book of sages Chapter 4: the composition of maternal love is a warm feeling, is the home of people's yearning, it makes how much soul purification, how many children moved. A man ran away from home. Three years later, she saw a notice to find someone, so she went back. When she was about to knock on the door, she found the door unlocked. When she entered the room, she asked, "why is this door unlocked?" The old mother murmured, "son, since the day you left, this door has never been locked!" What a great maternal love, it is a symbol of beauty! The door of maternal love is never locked! In the mild spring, mother let you grow up like grass; in the scorching summer, maternal love makes you no longer hot. When the autumn wind blows across the field, the harvest fruit matures, the mother smiles, sweet smile, in her smile, who knows how many vicissitudes and sweat behind this smile! Throughout the year, bit by bit, we all live in the nest of maternal love. Through the vicissitudes of life, in the face of troubles and darkness, there is only one person - mother. When you are happy, it is the mother who pays for you. When you become a talent, it is the mother who supports you to walk by. At this time, the mother is aging. How many hardships and sweat behind the beauty do you remember? Do you remember the symphony mother told you? Mother, ordinary. Mother, ordinary but extraordinary. Mother, let happiness fill your life. Mother, holy and great angel. Chapter 5: the composition of maternal love: "in the world, only mothers are good. Children with mothers are like treasure, walking into the arms of their mothers..." We must have heard this song and will sing it. When you sing this song, do you think of your mother's love for you? Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. When I really realized this, it was when I was in the third grade. That day, it snowed heavily. I wanted to make a snowman in the yard with the fat man upstairs. But my mother is not willing to give me to go, I begged: "Mom, give me down to play for a while! It's only 20 minutes. Besides, Pang Pang and I have already made an appointment. It's not easy to refuse. Please let me go! " Mom said, "well, you can only play for 20 minutes." I danced with joy. I went downstairs, playing, in the snowman point "nose", I accidentally slipped. I was still crying on the snow! At this time, in my eyes, a woman appeared. Who is that? I thought about it and couldn't guess. Suddenly, I saw her She is my mother. Suddenly, I forget the pain, rushed to my mother's arms, tears gushed out. I yelled, "Mom, my leg hurts, my leg hurts." My mother is too weak to carry me. However, a strong feeling made my mother carry me without hesitation and run to the hospital. On the way, I want my mother to put me down and said to my mother, "Mom, I can do it. I'm a man. Let me go by myself." Mother didn't seem to hear me and ignored me. I have no way, to the hospital, my mother will not put me down. The doctor said, "it's OK. It's only skin injury. It's OK. You can go home." At this time, mother just showed a smile. It was a cold winter, the snowflakes were smiling all over the land, and the north wind was howling. At one o'clock in the morning, people were already in a sweet dream. My mother suddenly found that my face was flushed. She quickly picked up the thermometer and immediately put it under my armpit. Then when my mother saw that it was 39 degrees, she immediately carried me on her back, rushed out of the house and ran to the hospital. On the way, the snow is flying, the cold wind is piercing, even a person's shadow can't be seen. The snow creaks and creaks under mother's feet, as if to say: you don't have to be afraid. When my mother turned her face and found me pale, she took off her coat and put it on for me. I found a lot of sweat on my mother's face. In such a cold weather, I can see how hard my mother is. I couldn't help but shed tears. At this time, I have a kind of unspeakable taste in my heart. In return for my mother's deep love, I will study hard and strive to become a useful person for our country in the future. Chapter 7: the composition of maternal love I studied in a key middle school in Tanggu, and the pressure can be imagined. Half of the students' grades in junior high school were excellent a, while I was only excellent C. My mother enlightened me and said, "the achievements only represent the past. As long as you make efforts, we will have no regrets." I spend every day in fear. Every day after school, I call my mother the first time to report my day's happiness, anger and sorrow. It's strange that after I call my mother, it's like injecting magic power into me. I can write my homework easily. When my mother comes home from work, my homework is basically finished. My mother carefully check my homework, and I always find a lot of mistakes for me every time. I admire her very much. My mother always said that I was too careless. I was indeed a little careless, especially in mathematics. Every time, I lost everything. Once, 29-13 was equal to 13. It can be imagined that I was careless. Every time my mother takes the trouble to explain the disadvantages of carelessness to me, my ears are almost worn into cocoons, but still can not change this bad problem, my mother taught me the inspection method, this move is really smart, actually check out the mistake. This is not my results by leaps and bounds, a black horse out of the class from the middle to the top students. School praise, students envy, I sincerely thank my mother, the weight of maternal love is very important! Chapter 8: composition of maternal love my mother loves to nag, very annoying, but now I hear the voice, but say no sweet feeling. When I was four years old, I was sent to kindergarten. I just left the adult. I was curious about the environment and looked around. WOW! There are many children! I ran to run to jump, at this time my mother nagged open: "Hey, don't run! Mind you fall! You! You know you're crazy I patronized to run, did not mind the foot, "pa!" I fell on a big horse. "Wow I burst into tears, "woo! Good, it hurts! Mom. " Mother lunged at me, picked me up and said, "you, you, let you be careful? Fall down! I was still young, and sometimes my mother would say "no more mischievous, you are not" and so on. My arrival seemed to make my mother unhappy. Would I be her own! When I was ten years old, I was about to graduate from primary school. The curriculum arrangement was called "tight"! Almost every night, we hang the beam and stab the thigh, and compete in secret! Mother is a very strong person, of course, also unwilling to lag behind, but this can be bitter me! Usually I don't speak from Monday to Friday. I also go to cram English on Saturday morning. Every morning she would say, "baby, do well!