I sing of motherly love, I praise the maternal love, because love makes me grow sturdily.
It is a harvest season, mom helped grandma corn, accidentally got hurt in the foot, walk with a limp, every step to clench one's teeth, is very difficult. One day at noon, I go home from school, found the table is not what I expected" good food", I was very angry, kept his mouth whispered to complain about his mother,. A second time in the past, I have to go to school, but my mother had not come home cooking, I worried, at that time, only heard on the stairs, who ran pant for breath, open the door to look, mom. I really doubt is it right? I got it wrong, my mother foot into it, how can you run? " Oh! I just changed some medicine, delayed, don't worry, I'll cook for you." Mother pale forehead is full of sweat, she gasped and I'm sorry about the. Then have a look she wears white socks at this time has been red blood painted several irregular graphics in the morning, tears blurred my eyes, the hot tears drop in my hand, hot I was unable to move. I eat with that expected for a long time" delicacies", at this moment, the taste is good astringent, bitter astringent, has been into the bottom of my heart. Mother kept aside to chase: feeble." Soon had to go to school, go home at night I gave you good."
In the evening one enter the house, the fragrant meal came, but did not see mom,dad said, mother was too big, just wound opened up again, she just as I finished dinner, rest, my heart suddenly been stung. In a trance, I saw Mother tall image, finally see: the original love is to sacrifice the children of selfless behavior.
From now on, I will for the autumn has a special feeling, because it records the mother to my little drops of the love, cherish it a let me unforgettable memories, it reminds me to try my best to repay the endless love.
我歌颂母爱，我赞美母爱，是因为母爱让我茁壮成长。
那是一个秋收季节，妈妈帮奶奶收割庄稼时，不小心脚受了伤，走路一跛一跛的，每走一步都要咬紧牙关，显得非常吃力。一天中午，我放学回家，发现餐桌上并没有我预料中的“好菜”，我气恼极了，嘴里不停地小声埋怨妈妈，。时间一分一秒地过去了，我该上学了，可妈妈还未回家做饭，我心急如焚，正在这时，只听见楼梯上有人跑得气喘吁吁，开门一看，是妈妈。我真怀疑是不是我听错了，妈妈脚伤成那样，怎么还能跑呢?“唉!刚才我换了点药，耽搁了一会儿，别急，我马上给你做饭。”妈妈那苍白的额头布满了汗珠，她一边喘气一边抱歉地说着。再看看她早上穿的白袜子此时已被红红的鲜血画上了几个不规则的图形，泪水顿时模糊了我的双眼，那滚烫的泪珠滴在我的手上，烫得我浑身不能动弹。我吃着那盼了好久的“美味佳肴”，此时此刻，那味道好涩、好涩，一直涩到我的心底。妈妈不停地在一旁有气无力地催着：“快吃了上学去，晚上回家我还给你做好吃的。”
晚上一进家门，香喷喷的饭菜扑鼻而来，可却没看见妈妈，听爸爸说，妈妈因使劲太大，刚愈合的伤口又裂开了，她强勉为我做完饭就休息了，我的心突然间不知被什么刺了一下。恍恍惚惚间，我看见了母亲那高大的形象，终于体味出：原来母爱就是可以为了儿女牺牲自我的那种无私的行为。
从此以后，我就对秋季有了一种特殊的感情，因为它记录着妈妈对我的点点滴滴的关爱，它珍藏着一段让我永生难忘的回忆，它提醒着我要尽全力去报答这绵延无尽的母爱。
