On the second weekend of May, in the warmth of bouquet carnation and rose fragrance, mothers all over the world ushered in their happy festival. I sincerely wish mothers all over the world the blessings of the festival and thank you for your deep maternal love!
In May, carnations bloom, pink petals decorate the world belonging to the mother, gentle and warm. Mother's love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead and Chinese carvings on the surface and leaves us fresh and natural; mother's love is like a warm sunshine, which always shines on us; mother's love is like a tall tree, which will support a green shade for us even if the storm comes.
Mother, is a great but ordinary occupation, this occupation does not go to work or to work, also does not have the reward, some is only the mother to the child instinct love and the care. Mother's love is delicate, different from father's rough; mother's love is gentle, different from father's silence. In our stumbling life, mother has become our most solid backing.
The poem "the wandering son chant", which has been spread all over the world, is full of deep feelings and everlasting, which praises the love of Meng Jiao and all the children in the world for their mothers. A needle, a thread, the mother's dream of love haunts the soul, accompanied by the wandering son who leaves the hometown that small, missing mother and hometown heart. It was because of his mother's silent encouragement and support that Meng Jiao came out of the haze of failure, and then successfully ascended the imperial examination.
My mother is the most ordinary mother in the world. She has been working hard behind the whole family. She carefully takes care of everything for the whole family. Every day when I come home from school, my mother cooks delicious food and waits for me; when the exam is not ideal, my mother will accompany me to analyze the reasons and encourage me; when I encounter setbacks outside, my mother is always the first to gently comfort me and give me the confidence and strength to stand up. My mother is busy all the time, as if there is always something to do. As soon as there is any good thing or food, she always gives us to eat first, and then thinks about herself. My mother is very nagging. She has to go on and on about everything. When I was a child, I hated it very much. But when I grew up, I gradually understood her nagging and tried to listen to it. It was a mother's endless concern for her children!
On this special and awe inspiring day, I offered my busy mother a carnation with light flower fragrance and cooked a meal for her. Looking at my mother's wrinkled face, there is a beautiful smile like a flower, and my heart is filled with unprecedented happiness and satisfaction. But it is so insignificant compared with all that my mother has paid for me, which requires us to make continuous efforts to put all that my mother has done for us.
Mother's love is just like the carnation in May. It's simple, light and fragrant. It warms this may and my life.