A composition on the theme of what you once told me?

Mom once said to me

There is a kind of love in the world, which hurts the muscles and bones. This kind of love is gentle and great. It is maternal love, selfless, beautiful, earnest and kind. My mother, she used all her maternal love on me, and it was those words full of maternal love that made me grow up happily.

The whole world says that my mother is very good, and this is how I feel about my mother.

When I was a child, I was naughty and headstrong. I belong to the kind that can't sit on the bench, and my academic performance will naturally not be good. It was my mother who tirelessly told me over and over again to enlighten me as a stubborn child.

Finally, after a year of hard work, I finally got the "Double Hundred". I ran home with paper in my hand to surprise my mother. When I got home, I hid the paper, suppressed my inner joy and said gloomily to my mother, "Mom, guess what I brought you?"

The mother who was mopping the floor didn't take it to heart and replied angrily, "well, what else can there be?" Isn't she criticized by the teacher at school? " What good things can there be? "I think, my mother is watching the old almanac, and she has been cheated.

"No, look at my hand-"I took out the paper and put it in front of my mother. "Yo, 100!" Mother cried in surprise. She quickly put down her mop, picked up my paper and studied it carefully, revealing a joy in her brow. Look at her at the moment, her round globe-like head is covered with a thick layer of black hair, and her apple face is flushed with joy. The big eyes like grapes under the willow eyebrows are brighter and shine with happiness. Even a small nose and a modest mouth are different from usual. In short, they are full of spring breeze and seem to be ten years younger. On the contrary, my mother looked serious and said earnestly, "Don't be proud, study hard in the future!" " "This sounds like a wake-up call in my ear. But I can see from her brow that my mother is very happy at the moment, and her voice is as gentle and pleasant as the spring breeze.

From then on, in order to live up to my mother's expectations, I studied harder.

When I was growing up, many things were like this: my mother's caring words, like the sunshine in spring, nourished me and kept me sunny forever. Mom, those voices full of affection for me will always echo in my ears!