A mother's love is on our ordinary life,there is a priceless treasure moment with Us.it's like tinkle springs and nourish our hearts ; it is like the warmth of the sun,US forces.It was a mother's love!A mother's love without words.i've heard of such a touching story :an old mothers from poor mountainous area,after taking cab,car and train rolling turn,visited serving son.In food to visit the colorful old mother took a white cloth bag,opened a look,full of glistening shelled melon seed.When sons received the package shelled melon seed hands started trembling,He seemed to see in the dark or four weeks of silence,the villagers had entered a dream,but his mother,thin body on the bed,in dim light mouthful knock melon peel ...full ten 余斤 melon seeds,How many nights to knock!When he again looked thing is the disordered hair by the wind,weather - beaten face rolling tear -- it was distressed and helpless tears!Son " a bump on " The Sound of Mother got down on my knees,deeply repent.This is no mother,save the soul of disease into paste waste!Friends Think of our childhood mother of -- day,who got up early and slept late ; every meal,who is early,but import hastily ; everything,who is most concerned about,but never mind!We used to eat,clothes,already used the mother exercise care and even used her concern and sorrow!Wrinkles On the face of that mother is the occurrence of two Mane hair is when they had never given attention!Not to mention to the mother said with deep feeling " Thank you!" Mother gave us was so much,so much!A mother's love like a tree,her dream in spring,summer against her luxuriant fall against her mature winter she thought.This love although the ordinary,but in ordinary nurtured a great job.Heavy mother,who can weigh its components,who can really pay?A mother's love without words,a mother's love is boundless!
母愛在我們平凡的生活中,有一件無價之寶時刻伴隨著我們.它像丁冬的泉水,滋養(yǎng)著我們的心田;它像溫暖的陽光,給我們前進的力量.它,就是母愛!母愛無言.我聽到過這樣一個感人的故事:一位來自貧困山區(qū)的老母親,經(jīng)過乘坐馬車,汽車,火車碾轉(zhuǎn),來探望正在服刑的兒子.在探望者五光十色的食品中,老母親掏出一個白布包,打開一看,里面全是白花花的瓜子仁.當兒子接過這包瓜子仁時,手開始顫抖,他仿佛看到在黑夜里,四周一片寂靜,鄉(xiāng)親們早已進入了夢鄉(xiāng),而惟有他的老母親,單薄的身軀靠在床頭,在昏暗的燈光下,一口一口地磕去瓜子皮.整整十余斤瓜子,要磕多少個夜晚啊!當他再次抬起頭,映入眼簾的是被風吹得零亂的頭發(fā),飽經(jīng)風霜的臉上滾動著大顆大顆的淚珠--那是心痛而無奈的淚水!兒子"撲通"一聲給母親跪下,深深地懺悔了.正是這無言的母愛,拯救了一個病入膏荒的靈魂!朋友們,想想我們兒時的母親--每一天,是誰起得最早,睡得最晚;每頓飯,是誰早早做好,卻草草入口;每件事,是誰操心最多,卻從不計較!我們像習(xí)慣吃飯,穿衣一樣,早已習(xí)慣母親的操勞,呵護,甚至習(xí)慣了她的憂慮和悲傷!以至于母親臉上的皺紋是何時出現(xiàn),兩鬃的白發(fā)是何時增添的都不曾留意!更別說向母親深情地說聲"謝謝"!母親給我們的是那么多,那么多!母愛宛如一棵樹,春天倚著她幻想,夏天倚著她繁茂,秋天倚著她成熟,冬天倚著她沉思.這份愛雖然平凡,卻在平凡中孕育出一份驚人的偉大.沉甸甸的母愛啊,有誰能掂量出它的分量,又有誰能真正報答?母愛無言,母愛無涯!