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The composition of motherly love is 400 words

Chapter 1: 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: 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 3: mother love stars twinkle in the sky, all around are 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: maternal love see this topic, you may want to ask me: "how can maternal love taste? Well, I'll take you to see the taste of maternal love. In fact, everyone has tasted the taste of maternal love. Many people at all times and in all over the world have tasted it, but they still have not enough. They have also written many articles full of deep feelings. In ancient times, there are poems of wandering children written by Meng Jiao, my mother by Hu Shi and my mother by Feng Zikai in modern times. Most of them are from their mothers. Feng Zikai learned kindness and seriousness from his mother; Hu Shi learned tolerance from her mother's words and deeds Writing here, I also think of my mother, he is a primary school teacher, between school and home, busy work. But my mother's love for me never diminished. When I sleep, restless, often kick the quilt, my mother will get up every night to help me cover the quilt. I remember one night, I had a nightmare. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found that my mother was helping me cover the quilt and tuck in the quilt corner. Finally, my mother gently helped me to trim my hair and touch my face. When the soft hand glides over my face, I feel a warm current flowing into my heart, and tears fall quietly. In other people's eyes, my mother may be ordinary, ordinary, but in my heart, mother is always great, maternal love is warm, this will be my greatest motivation to study hard. My mother is a sky above my head. The sky is high and the clouds are light. I will remember this warm maternal love. Chapter 5: mother loves mother. Thank you for giving birth to me and raising me for more than ten years. I have learned a lot of knowledge and made me happy. I have learned how to use spoon, chopsticks and controller. Thank you very much. Thank you, mom. You have taught me how to ride tricycles and bicycles. You have taught me how to comfort, respect and help others. You are also my first teacher. Since I was a child, you taught me how to climb, walk, and run, how to read, write and sing. I thank you very much. Thank you, mom. You taught me to buy things, to distinguish between the true and the false, and how to observe and describe the people or things around us. I thank you sincerely. Thank you, mom. You gave me a pair of eyes to see the world; you gave me both hands to touch the world; you gave me a nose to smell the world; you gave me legs to walk around the world; you gave me the heart to love. I am proud to thank you. Thank you, mom. You have given me life, you have given me knowledge. I can't get anything with anything. Money can't buy it. Here I want to say: mother is the greatest. Chapter 6: maternal love I grew up in a poor mountain village. I was sick when I was a child. I remember that when I was 4 years old with a high fever, my mother carried me to the commune health hospital ten miles away. Along the way, her skinny back hurt me, so I cried for her to hold her. How long that road is, I have no concept, just remember the cold winter months, her face lying on sweat beads, a bumpy ground tight walk. I still remember seeing a jujube tree on the bare mountain road that was not cut down. When she came back, her mother was much more relaxed, and she was no longer in a hurry. I lay quietly in her arms, only think she is beautiful, the sky is beautiful, but I suddenly found something a little strange, asked my mother why she came to the tree on the right, now ran to the left. Mother laughed, but she didn't read any books. She couldn't tell for a moment. She just hugged me and turned her body around. Many years have passed, but this little thing has fallen into my heart like a stone. Whenever I see the trees beside the road, I will think of her simple mother and her words as simple as crops: turn around, you will find the jujube tree. Teacher's comments: Although the length of this composition is short, it is very touching. It expresses the mother's boundless love for children incisively and vividly. The composition does not use gorgeous language to praise the mother's love, the article uses the simplest and most simple description, but the reader can experience the most true and deepest maternal love from the lines in the composition. The expression of the composition is very old-fashioned, showing the author's extraordinary writing skills. Chapter 7: maternal love maternal love is the greatest love in the world, and the posture of maternal love is just the most beautiful and eternal posture in the world. I remember that there was a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park in the United States. In this fire, a mother bird resolutely gave up her life in front of the God of death and protected the bird with her wings. The merciless fire burned the mother bird, but the bird survived. In the earthquake of May 12, a mother bowed and knelt on the ground. Under her body was her child who had just completed one month. The floor fell heavily on her. The mother's life was taken away by the God of death mercilessly, but she built a bridge of life for her child with her body. In my life, my mother is a simple and unadorned woman who prepares delicious "three meals" for me every day. In order to improve my academic performance and run around. Let's say swimming. Every time she sent me to swim, I told her to go to the door, but my mother had to send me to the inside to rest assured. After I was in the water, I had to tell her not to go to the deep water area. I urged my mother to go quickly. She took a step and looked back at me for a while. It was really "three turns in one step". Maternal love is persistent, no matter how dangerous the situation is, always want to really their children; maternal love is deep, contains rich feelings; maternal love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erosion, she is always perfect and never fade. Chapter 8: mother's love: mother's love is like the spring breeze; mother's love is like a clear stream; mother's love is like the sunshine in winter Mother's love is the greatest and selfless love in the world. When I was a child, I like KFC just like everyone else. As long as I passed KFC, I would yell and ask my mother to take me to KFC. Whenever I give the rest of the food to my mother, my mother will say, "Mom doesn't like KFC, I don't like to eat too greasy things." I believed it and finished the food. From then on, I only want to eat KFC, eat by myself, not for my mother. One day in the summer vacation, I went to the tutoring class. On the way, we passed KFC. I asked my mother to take me to KFC. In order to eat enough, I asked my mother to buy me two set meals. I ate a lot, and even my stomach was about to explode. But how could I finish the two set meals? I asked my mother to throw them away. I rushed to school, came to the school gate, and I suddenly Remembering that I forgot to bring the pencil bag, I rushed to KFC store again. Before I came to the store, I found my mother was eating KFC with relish. I went in