Red story speech as long as 500 words

Mother's love, is an unchanging theme of mankind.

We have given it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

No historical epic of the heart-stopping, no wind and sea waves reversal, mother love is like a spring rain, a song, silent, long and distant.

Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ...... and their end point is aging ...... the old man in his twilight years shouting out to his mother can't let people be moved, a cry that says all the return and all the drift."

"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is in the canoe, the canoe is in the moonlit sea." Faintly permeated with severity, this is the love my mother gave me.

Confused eyes innocent when the mother's care is the most memories. The burden of knowledge is so heavy, and in the late night, picking the lamp is the shadow of my mother accompanying me to study.

Mother's love is crimson, a crimson sea. Though occasionally surging, it is a love too deep. When it is calm, it is always gentle, and when you touch the sea water, you will y feel a hot pulp that is warm all the time.

With mother's love, human beings from the flood of bleak to civilization and prosperity; with mother's love, society from the cold and grim to the peace and well-being; with mother's love, we are from the sadness to the song, from the stubborn stupidity to wisdom; with mother's love, there is also the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, the return of humanity.

"With the wind into the night, moist and silent." Trickling mother's love as leaching rain moisturizes our whole life, when we walk into the schoolhouse, pick up the pen, write down the notes of love, mother's love is the most sincere love.

Mother's love is the ultimate destination of the end of the world, is to moisturize the children's hearts of a clear spring, it accompanies the children of a drink a sip, silk strands, endless, so, in the children's laughter and tears will be integrated into the mother's love of the lingering

2! Today, the title of my speech is "Mother's love is boundless".

A few days ago, when I was slowly thinking about how to depict the depth of my mother's love with my clumsy words, or to use a word to describe the sincerity of my mother's love, or to pour out my understanding of my mother's love to you with concise words, I inadvertently came across an article called Mother's Love Without Words. After reading it carefully, I suddenly understood that mother's love is as boundless as the sky, as vast as the sea, bathing in the sunshine of love, overflowing with wordless affection, we are happy, we are happy. It is the highest state of love. So I changed one word, which became the theme of today's speech.

First of all, I would like to begin by telling you these two stories about mothers.

The first story took place between a traveler and his mother. When the son left his hometown at the end of his family visit, his mother sent him to the station, and the strap of his son's traveling bag was suddenly broken. Seeing that it was about time for the train to depart, the mother hastily unbuckled her pants from her body and tied up her son's travel bag. When she was untying the belt, she turned red in the face because of her anxiety and exertion. The son asked his mother, how are you going to get home? The mother smiled and said, it does not matter, walk slowly.

For many years, the son has kept his mother's belt close to him. For many years, the son wondered how his mother could walk back to her home several miles away without her belt.

The second story took place between a prisoner and his mother. On visiting days, an elderly mother from a poor mountainous area traveled by donkey cart, car and train to see her son, who was serving a prison sentence. Among the colorful belongings of the visitors, the old mother pulled out sunflower seeds wrapped in white cloth for her son. The sunflower seeds were already fried, and the old mother had knocked them all over. There is no skin, white like a dense little bird's tongue.

The son, who is serving a prison sentence, received the pile of sunflower seeds, and his hands began to tremble. The mother also has no words, lifting up the lapel to wipe the tears. She traveled a long way to visit her son, sold her family's eggs and piglets, and had to save a lot of money to pay for the trip. Before coming, after the daytime busy, at night under the kerosene lamp to get high melon seeds. Knocking good melon meat together, see them like a small mountain a little bit more, not a grain to eat themselves. More than ten pounds of melon seeds knocked bright many nights.

The son who served his sentence hung his head. As a strong young man, it is the time to support his mother, but he can not. Of all the visitors to the prison, his mother was the most raggedly dressed. His mother's mouthful of melon seeds contained a thousand words. The son knelt down and confessed to his mother.

These are the two most poignant psychological journeys! This mother's love deep into the marrow, into the blood, touching every nerve, so that the wind and clouds for the change of color, grass and trees for the sad! Sincere and deep mother's love spread in the air, people pining heart. The sea has changed, the stars have changed. Time, space has changed a lot, and the only constant, is the moment of eternal love, the love of the heart of the tenderness contained in a red ribbon, flying over the mountains, drifting through the rivers and lakes, tied to the heart of a hot, spreading a deep and eternal love. The depth of mother's love, mother's love, mother's love, mother's love, mother's love for a long time, so that any other kind of emotion are inferior.

Perhaps, some of my friends here will be like me, there is a very ordinary mother. She doesn't have a proud face, she doesn't have a fancy coat, she doesn't have a great job or career. She may just be a small staff in an ordinary position to do the work she should do, take the salary she deserves; perhaps she is idle, the whole day nagging to make you good upset; perhaps you will feel that she only cares about your grades and do not care about your character outside the study; perhaps you will feel that her humble will make you in front of classmates to lift up your head ... ...

There are many "maybe's" to talk about, but there are also many "what if's" waiting for you to listen. If, when she was conceived in October, she did not choose you, you will still express your love of the world under the blue sky? Would you still be reading your favorite texts in the classroom? Would you still be playing games to learn the true meaning of life? Or will you still argue with her one night or day over the smallest thing?

I remember once after I had an argument with my mother, I spoke to my father about all the things that were wrong with my mother and how she didn't understand me. My father then said something very seriously that still sticks in my mind - even if your mother has a thousand mistakes, she is still your mother. This statement finally awakened me! Yes, she gave me the right to live, let us enjoy the happiness and beauty of coming into this world, we should be satisfied, should be grateful to her and repay her for life. Moreover, she did not abandon me as a child, but taught me to speak, to dress, to be educated, and to have fun. What was that little nagging in comparison? What is that well-intentioned criticism?

Blood is always thicker than water, and there is nothing more intimate than love. Mother's love is like a trickle of water, although silent, but can moisturize the dry heart. It is ordinary, but in the ordinary breeding an amazing greatness! Sometimes, mother's love is a potent medicine that can save the sick, dying soul; sometimes, mother's love is a guiding light on the ocean of life, guiding us out of the maze, follow the light. "Who says inch grass heart, reward three spring sunshine", this heavy mother's love, who can weigh its weight, and who can really repay it?

Mother, life from you, hard work, frost and snow in the interweaving of your tireless figure; happy from you, always, pots and pans in the symphony of your constant exhortation; selflessness from you, wholeheartedly give the years of weaving in the white hair in the expectation of your unchanged; happiness from you, laugh at the difficult, the vicissitudes of change in the warmth of your smiling face.

Is it possible for you to pick up the bottle of soy sauce that you have poured out, and make a breakfast that you will enjoy every day, so that you can smell its sweetness in the morning; is it possible for you to massage your tired shoulders, and wash the dishes with water after the meal, so that you can relax after the meal; is it possible for you to take off the white hair on your temples, and dress you up with brand-name skin-care products, so that you can blossom with beautiful make-up; is it possible to give up some of the white hair that has been woven by years, so that there is your constant expectation; happiness comes from you, laughing at the difficulties, and there is your warm smile in the change of the sea and the sea. Can I give up some of my own time for fun, take your hand, and happily enjoy a beautiful spring!

3. Honorable leaders, dear teachers, students when someone asked me: "What is the most precious thing in the world?" I will not hesitate to answer: "Mother's love". Why do you say so? Because mother's love is priceless. It can be said that in the depths of my memory and growing up years, mother's love is always with me, inspired me to move forward, so that I feel the joys and sorrows of life, experiencing the warmth and sweetness of the world.

In my "wah-la-wah-la" crying to the world, it is the mother of her soft palms caressing my tender, ignorant mind, let me perceive the pure, selfless love; in my speech, toddling, it is the mother of her gentle gaze, loving words to encourage me to be brave to face every challenge in life; in my life, it is the mother's love and love, and I will not be able to face the world, I will be able to face the world. In my playful, playful, forgetful time, is my mother with a stern tone of voice to me, "Children! Don't overdo it." A simple sentence, is to remind me must not play with things, game life; in my exams failed, grades fell, my mother shouted at me, "is strong, should be where the fall where to get up." In my friction with classmates, quarrels, she will be long-windedly said to me: "children, life in the world, but 'friendship' two words are the most important." ...... What I want to say is too much, but what I want to say most at this moment is: Mom! You are wonderful! You are the most upright, simple, kind and selfless mom under the sky. You use your life's energy and effort to feed your children, but you never shouted a "tired", never asked for anything from the children? When someone asked in front of you: "You work so hard, why in the end?" You smiled and said: "Just for the children can be successful in the future, can live a happy and joyful life." Yes! In order to children, you work day and night, running around, rarely have a free time. Your hair has turned white, your wrinkles have become more, your palms have become thicker, your face has become old, your voice has become low, your smile has become dim. The only thing that has not changed is your love for your children, this love has become more and more deep and heavy, become more and more long and distant, become more and more memorable. If you ask what is love in the world? That is affection - mother's love. Students, you feel it? Feel the thick love from the mother? If you feel it, please say to them, "Mom, you worked hard!"

This is the end of my speech, thank you!

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