The parents love between heaven and earth is the greatest love, born since we came to this world, parents began to love us forever. The parents love their children is a natural love, love of nature. Like a heavy rain, however, Pei Mo to the Royal. This will safeguard the lives of the largest, oldest, most primitive, the greatest and most wonderful parents to us is the power of love. As an ancient saying goes: "lines in the hands of a loving mother, found wandering clothing. Departure thick seam, Italy has the fear. Who made the heart-inch grass, was reported three Chunhui." Mother's love, as if in the spring sunshine, I bring Warm, I bring to light; mother's love, as if in the wind in a stable and calm umbrella, I Zhefengdangyu; mother's love, I always difficult to give time to help me and give me power. Silky as a continuous sense of love, I become a strong backing, I will not always have the feeling of emptiness.【篇二】伟大的母爱英语作文
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. S
Maternal love is a kind of selfless feelings, maternal love like warm sunshine, sprinkled in our hearts, although quietly, but it let the seedlings of life feel the warmth after the rain. Maternal love is great, it does not want any reward, although in its warm sunshine in exchange for a merciless storm. One year old, my mother just cut a piece of birthday cake into my hand, I mercilessly put the cake still far away. Then he burst into tears for no reason. When I was five years old, I was angry with my mother for not buying me snacks. When he was eight years old, he deliberately quarreled with his mother because he was in a bad mood. When I was nine years old, my mother told me to wear one more dress. When it was cold, I said my mother was wordy. Now, I quarrel with my mother almost every day. Once, I didn't talk to my mother for four days. When I was reading a book, I was fascinated, and I was pulled back from the world of the book by my mother. So I lost my temper with my mother. In fact, after that, I regretted it. I didn't think I should. But my mother as if nothing had happened, still use her usual tone to talk to me, still cook for me Sometimes, when I lie to my mother, my mother's tone is so gentle and kind. I know my mother trusts me so much, but I cheat her by using my mother's trust in me. I feel sour in my heart, very sad and very regretful. Regretted, it was another storm war with my mother. At noon, my mother went four or five kilometers by car and came back to cook for me. While talking at the dinner table, he quarreled with his mother because of some things. He threw chopsticks and left half a bowl of rice in the bowl. He turned and walked into his room. PA! Smash the door. Mom had to finish the rest of the meal alone. When my mother went to work, she still said goodbye to me in a sweet voice, as if nothing had happened. At that time, my anger was gone, and I sweetly said "goodbye" to my mother. Mother's love is the most selfless, although I often give her the storm, but she always gives me the warm sunshine.
