Vi. thoughts after reading miss mother_ 300 letters love is selfless and maternal love is great. However, everyone has only one mother and enjoys a maternal love. However, the author of the text I learned today - "miss my mother", has two mothers. One is the biological mother and the other is the mother of the motherland.
The main content of the text is as follows: the author left his biological mother when he was six years old. When he was a sophomore in college, his mother abandoned him, which left him a lifelong hatred. Later, the author went to Germany to study, and his mother became the concern of the author's dream. This feeling is very strong. The memory of the two mothers has been accompanied by the author for 11 years in Europe, This text fully expresses the author's permanent thoughts and regrets for his biological mother and his constant love and respect for his mother.
After reading this text, I have a deep feeling. I live in the era of peace, the era of construction, and today, with the rapid development of science and technology and the continuous improvement of people's material living standards. In the morning, as soon as I got up, the clothes my mother had prepared for me had already been put at the head of the bed, and the table had already been filled with my favorite meals prepared by my mother for me. Compared with the author, I was 100 times better than the author. I was so happy. In this way, I still had to lose my temper with my mother and make my mother angry. I really felt guilty for my fault!
Therefore, I cherish maternal love more! I'm interested in reading miss my mother_ 450 words a few days ago, I read a text - "miss my mother". After reading it, I couldn't calm down for a long time & hellip& hellip;
The article introduces the author's "same high respect and same sincere love for two mothers -- one is his own mother and the other is the mother of the motherland."
After reading this text, I feel that the author is a person who attaches great importance to emotion and meaning. His mother's departure makes him feel very lonely. At the same time, he feels lifelong regret for not staying with his mother for a few more days. He also has deep feelings for his mother, especially when he lives in a foreign country. He often thought of his hometown and his old friends. His heart was a little sour and desolate. However, this desolation is different from ordinary desolation. It is sweet and thick. It has an unspeakable taste and is thick in my heart. Although I don't have the author's experience in a foreign country, I can feel how a person in a foreign country misses his mother. I believe this is what every Chinese should feel, because we are Chinese with black hair and yellow skin. No matter where we are, we are connected with our motherland. We have a constant Chinese heart. We are descendants of the dragon!
I can understand and experience the feeling of missing my mother. Because every time I leave home for three or four days, I miss my father and mother, and think of their meticulous care and concern for me. Therefore, I can also realize the author's emotion of missing his mother.
No wonder there are so many articles and poems praising mother at all times and in all countries. Mother's love is only pay, not return. Mother's love is selfless, and mother's love is great.
Five father's love and mother's love of Xinghua primary school, Boye County, Baoding City, Hebei Province_ I'm interested in reading a bag of parents' hearts_ 600 word good articles are like a bag of delicious candy. Some of these 'candy' are very sweet, some are very bitter, some are warm and some are ice. The article that moved me most was a bag of parents' hearts. After chewing this' candy ', there is still a aftertaste in my mouth, so that now, I still remember it very clearly.
The general content of the article is as follows: there is a prisoner in Zaohe on a reform through labor farm. He wanted his family to see him, so he kept writing letters to his family, but his family was poor and couldn't borrow the fare. For half a year, no one went to see him. He was in a hurry and wrote a 'Dear John letter' to his family. The parents were also anxious and decided to see their son. They had no way to pay for the trip, so they had to pull a scooter. On the reform through labor farm, parents accidentally scattered hundreds of steamed buns brought to their son on the ground. We found that the steamed bread was different in size and shape. It turned out that the old couple were afraid that their children would not be full, so they begged for steamed bread from others all the way; He was afraid that his son would not finish eating, so he pulled a scooter and dried steamed bread on the car.
The parents are so great that they don't care what their son has done. In their eyes, a son is a son and won't change, even if he does something he can't do. In order to make their son eat well, they put down their dignity and went door to door to beg for steamed bread. They are not afraid of hardship and fatigue. They go to see their son wholeheartedly. The old couple are so indomitable that they are not willing to waste a minute just to see their son.
I'm ashamed. The son in the article finally understood his parents no matter how. And me? They often lose their temper with their parents and vent their emotions on them, but they don't think how much harm it will bring them. There is a saying like this: 'only when you lose will you feel precious.' Yeah! In my eyes, my parents' efforts are taken for granted, but they also have the right to leave me alone. Will I find that my parents treat me so well when they are no longer intentional, powerless and unable to accompany me? I just remembered to sincerely thank them and do my best to be filial? I understand that everything they pay for me is selfless and does not ask for return? They have sacrificed too much for me. Maybe it's not worth it at all.
Parental love is higher than the sky, thicker than the earth and deeper than the sea. Meng Jiao, a contemporary poet, wrote a poem called "wandering son's chant". There is a saying in it: "whoever speaks of an inch of grass's heart will get three Chunhui." Indeed, like grass, we can't repay our parents for their kindness to us. My parents love my heart, which is more precious and brilliant than the most dazzling stars. I'm interested in reading miss my mother_ Missing is sweet_ 300 words recently, we learned an essay by Ji Xianlin: "miss your mother".
This text mainly talks about: when Ji Xianlin studied in Germany, he missed his two mothers, one was his dead biological mother and the other was his mother far away from his motherland. He used the way of writing a diary to express his respect and admiration for the two mothers. When Ji Xianlin missed his mother, he felt sad and sweet. This is a contradictory statement, but it really expresses Ji Xianlin's heart. Desolate because, alone in a foreign country, there are no relatives around; At the same time, I feel sweet because I think of my hometown and relatives and friends. I think they are everywhere, just like myself. So: missing is sweet.
This reminds me of a time when I was in the first grade of primary school. I was a boarder. My parents were not around. I often hid in the quilt in the dead of night and cried secretly. I missed them. I thought of 'Daddy often shaved my face with his beard. I smiled and cried, and Mommy would scold my father. At that time, I would be very happy and heartless, Make a loud voice, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Well, missing is sweet《 Thoughts after reading miss mother_ 2000 words today, I learned the Chinese text "miss my mother" with my classmates, which made me feel a lot. Here, I will share with you.
In the form of a meeting, this text introduces the two mothers - biological mother and mother of the motherland, as well as the same high respect and the same sincere love for them. It fully expresses the author's permanent regret for his biological mother and his constant love for his mother.
I feel this sentence deeply: 'my God! Don't you even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky sadly, and in the light of tears, I imagined my mother's face. " What a poor writer I am! Because the author has been studying abroad for a long time, has little time around his mother, and does not have a deep memory of his mother's appearance, he can only try his best to miss and constantly recall.
Just as I have just returned from Jinan quality education base, I am also deeply touched by the urgency of the author's missing his mother. The day we first arrived at the base was the Mid Autumn Festival. This was supposed to be a time when the family should eat moon cakes round and round, but the high wall separated us from our family. Although there are round moon cakes there, they are not as sweet as at home; Although there were crackling salutes, they were not as warm as those at home. I miss my family and my mother. I can't stand it! In my dream, I dreamed of my mother. I dreamed that my mother looked at me kindly. I dreamed that my mother stroked me with her hand. I woke up crying. When I woke up and wanted to catch the dream again, the dream didn't know where to fly.
Therefore, I should help my mother do some housework as much as I can, even if it's just making her a cup of hot tea and a pair of slippers. Besides, I've grown up. I'm not what I used to be. I'm not the child who can only act like a spoiled child in my mother's arms. I must do my best to honor my mother.
A loving mother has a thread in her hand and a wandering son's coat. Before leaving, there are dense seams. I'm afraid I'll return late. Who said inch grass heart, reported three Chunhui. Here, with the heart of an inch of grass, I say like all mothers in the world, 'everything goes well and I will always be healthy!'
I have two mothers in my life: one is the mother who gave birth to me; One is my mother. I have the same high respect and the same sincere love for these two mothers.
I left my biological mother at the age of six and went to live in the city. He went back to his hometown twice in the middle. Both of them were in mourning. He only stayed with his mother for a few days and still returned to the city. In the last eight years, when I was a sophomore in college, my mother abandoned it and lived only in her forties. I cried bitterly for several years, unable to eat and sleep. I really want to go underground with my mother. My wish didn't come true. Since then, I have become an orphan without a mother. A child who lacks maternal love is a person with incomplete soul. I have an incomplete soul and a lifelong hatred. At the thought of my mother, I shed tears for decades. Now in Germany, I came to Gottingen, a lonely town. I don't know why, my mother often dreams.
My mother country, this is the first time I left her. I only left for a few months. I don't know why. My mother often dreams.
In order to preserve the real feelings at that time and avoid tampering with the feelings at that time with today's feelings, I do not describe or describe them now, but only a few paragraphs in my diary from the beginning to Gottingen:
November 16, 1935
Soon it was dark outside. I think this evening is the most interesting. I did not turn on the light, but stood silently in front of the window and watched the dark night gradually weave the sky and the opposite roof. Everything sank in the hazy darkness. My heart often moves in an atmosphere that can no longer be quiet. This activity is slight. I hardly knew there was such an activity. When I think of my hometown, my old friends in my hometown, I feel a little sour and desolate. However, this desolation is not the same as ordinary desolation. It is sweet and thick,
I have two mothers in my life: one is the mother who gave birth to me; One is my mother. I have the same high respect and the same sincere love for these two mothers.
I left my biological mother at the age of six and went to live in the city. He went back to his hometown in the middle