母爱作文150（1）
There is a person who is very important in our life, who is that person? She is our mother.
The other day, our school invited a famous man, a young speaker called Yang Qingsong, who gave us a speech on Mother’s love. I still remember the scene where many students were impressed by his words and a number of students were listening carefully with tears down their faces. I was also strict by his wonderful speech, which reminded me of my childhood. As a child, when I felt down, it seemed that the world was dark and empty. Then it was my mother who cheered me up and made the world suddenly bright and colorful; when I lost my way, my mother held my hand and told me that everything was going to be Ok. Because of her, I am always feeling happy and confident!
I owe my thanks for my mother, Not only does she give me the greatest love in the world, but she also leads me down the road to success!
母爱作文150（2）
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats.
I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didnt eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit.
On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mothers love, I think.
母爱作文150（3）
A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementaryschool’sfirst teacher-parent conference. To the little boy sdismay, shesaid she would go. This would be the first time that hisclassmatesand teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed byherappearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was aseverescar that covered nearly the entire center side of her face.The boynever wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.
At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindnessandnatural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the littleboywas still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. Hedid,however, get within earshot of a conversation between hismotherand his teacher, and heard them speaking.
How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib ,I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.
At this point, the little boy came out running towards hismotherwith tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt anoverwhelmingsense of the sacrifice that his mother had made forhim. He heldher hand tightly for the rest of the day.
有个小男孩邀请他的母亲去参加学校举办的第一次家长会，令他沮丧的是，妈妈竟然答应去。同学们和老师将是第一次见到妈妈，但是，妈妈相貌令他感到难堪。虽然母亲非常漂亮，但她整个右脸几乎被一块严重的伤疤覆盖了。小男孩从来不曾想问母亲伤疤的来历。
家长会上，小男孩妈妈善良和蔼以及天生丽质给人们留下了深刻的印象，没有人在意她脸上的那块伤疤。但是，小男孩却感到局促不安，他藏起来不与人打照面。尽管如此，他还是能听到妈妈和老师的谈话，能听见他们谈话的内容。
“您脸上的伤疤是怎么来的?”老师问道。
小男孩的妈妈答道：“儿子很小的时候，他的房间突然着火了，大家都不敢进去，因为火势失控了。我进去了。就在我跑向他的婴儿床时，我看到一根房梁就要倒下来，我扑到他的床上，想护住他。房梁把我砸晕了。幸运的是，消防员冲了进来，救了我们。”她摸着脸上的伤疤，说：“这块伤疤会永远留在脸上，但是直到今天，我从没为我做的事后悔过。”
听到这里，小男孩走了出来，满含热泪奔向妈妈，拥抱着她。母亲为自己作出的牺牲让他内心激动无比。那天后来，小男孩紧抓妈妈的手不曾松过。
母爱作文150（4）
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, shed lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I dont remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Dont do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didnt say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mothers hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and Im not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. Shes been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girls stomach or soothe the boys scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Dont do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Moms hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought shed remember, as I did. But Mom didnt know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个习惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种习惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽近，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
母爱作文150（5）
Motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. Mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.Unconditional love corresponds in one of the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of ones merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe I did not please the person whom I want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. Furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. No wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. The relationship to father is quite different. Mother is thehome we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. He has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. But while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. Father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. Fatherly love is conditional love. Its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." In conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. The negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. The positive side is equally important.
母爱作文150（6）
Someone says, love is an endless book, indeed.
A mothers love is like the spring rain, quietly moistening your heart, rooted in the depths of the soul. It brings a piece of green, the harvest is the joy. It is accompanied by growth of every little bit, hiding power, seem to have no bottom. This is the need to feel.
Love is like the wind, gently blowing your heart, in the spirit world to relax myself. It will give you comfort in the kind of care. Like rain, wash away all the worries and sadness.
The maternal love is also like the autumn night sky a bright moon, quiet and not lonely. In silence it encourage you, support you, so that you do not feel lonely. In the night curtain, shot a concern about the moon shine on you, it is a kind of sweet, is also a kind of love.
Maternal love is more like a heater in the winter, the warm love, is the best gift. When the fire in the shine on your face, you feel the warmth and love? It is the greatest in the world, the love of power, it can melt all, remove all obstacles.
Maternal love is boundless, life is full of love.
Maternal love is the early morning a cup of hot water before going out; is a bid; home is after a greeting; is a winter coat; is the movement of a towel; sleep is a " good night "; is ... ...
When the sun rises, when the West sunset gradually faded; when the northern geese swift return, when the southern fishing gradually. Love is never leave. No matter where in the world, the heart of a mother is always worried about, and the line is the motherly love.
Maternal love is priceless, motherly love, motherly love forever I will never finish.
母爱无价
有人说，母爱是一本写不完的书，的确如此。
母爱就像春天的雨露，悄悄地滋润你心，在心灵的深处生根发芽。它带来一片绿色，收获的是喜悦。它伴着成长的一点一滴，隐藏着伟大的力量，似乎深不可测。这是需要用心去感觉的。
母爱也像夏日的海风，微微地吹动你心，在精神的世界放松自我。它给你精神上的安慰于亲切的关怀。就像一场雨，洗去了一切烦恼与哀愁。
母爱还像深秋夜空的一轮明月，安静而不孤单。它在默默地鼓励你，支持你，使你并不感到孤单。在黑夜的幕布中，射出一道关切的月光照在你的身上，那是一种温馨，更是一种爱护。
母爱更像寒冬中的一个暖炉，那是温暖的爱，是最好的礼物。当炉火映照在你的脸庞，你是否感到了温暖与关爱?那是世间最伟大、最有力量的爱，它可以熔化一切，除去所有前进的障碍。
母爱无边，生活处处有母爱。
母爱是清晨的一杯热水;是出门前的一声叮嘱;是回家后的一句问候;是冬日中的一件大衣;是运动后的一条毛巾;是临睡前的一句“晚安”;是……
当东方的红日冉冉升起，当西边的晚霞渐渐褪去;当北方的大雁翩翩归来，当南方的渔船渐渐驶去。母爱却从不离开。不论身在何方，母亲的心总是在牵挂，而那条线就是母爱。
母爱无价，母爱无言，母爱永远也写不完。
母爱作文150（7）
All the people often say:"mothers love is the greatest in the world! "Yes, mothers love is very great.We mother give us very too much love. But a big number of us, dont know our mother give us too much love. Mothers are very tired. We dont realize that we should make them to rest. Mothers are thirsty. We dont realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we beacome father or mother. We will know our parents have gave us much love .So,at this moment. We must reture a good grades to our parents.
人们常常说：“母爱是世界上最伟大的！”是的，母亲的爱是非常伟大。我们的妈妈给我们带来很大太多的爱。但是，我们中的大多数人，都不知道我们的母亲给了我们太多的爱。母亲是非常累的。我们没有意识到，我们应该让她们休息。母亲们是渴的。我们没有意识到，我们应该给她们一杯茶。当我们成为父亲或母亲。我们才会知道我们的父母已经给了我们太多的爱。所以，在这一刻。我们用好的成绩来报答我们的父母。
母爱作文150（8）
那一天晚上，天空灰蒙蒙的，非常快就下起了毛毛细雨。我正忙着写作业。
夜，已经非常深了，整个小区几乎只剩下我们一家还亮着灯。我匆匆忙忙地做着作业，不知不觉，我在朦胧中睡着了。过了许久，一阵温柔而又熟悉的声音在我耳边响起：“舒畅，时间不早了，快上床去睡觉吧！”我在迷糊中说：“作业咋办？做不完明天 又要受批评了。”妈妈说：“明天早上再做！”接着，把我抱上了床。
啊！母爱！就在这小小的事例中。这就是无私的`母爱，无声的母爱，伟大的母爱！
这件事虽然非常小非常小，但留给我的印象却是那么深刻。
母爱作文150（9）
母爱是一节节楼梯
帮助我们走完人生的.道路。
母爱是一潭清水
照顾我们别无二心。
母爱是一张白纸
是我们为母爱添上了色彩。
母爱是一棵伟岸的树
我们依靠着她慢慢成长
三年级:石紫悦
母爱作文150（10）
雨
好大，好大
心
好冷，好冷
看着照片，想着你
妈妈，你在哪里？
雷
好响，好响
心
好怕，好怕
插入耳机，听着歌
妈妈，我好想你
灯光
好暗，好暗
眼睛
好黑，好黑
蜷在床上，流着泪
妈妈，你在哪里
雨
好大，好大
心
却好暖，好暖
看着你，抱着你
“妈妈，我爱你”
初一:井盼盼
母爱作文150（11）
母爱是一缕阳光，洒在身上，暖在心里；
母爱是一道港湾，颠簸之时，避风之处；
母爱是一根拐杖，扶持左右，走向希望。有一种爱博大精深、纯洁无私、让人流连忘返，这种爱就是母爱；有一种人完成着自己无怨无悔的.奉献这种人就是母亲。
看着那慢慢爬上脸颊的皱纹，也许你会觉得母亲老啦。其实并没有，那是那是点点滴滴记录爱的沟渠！把我们的爱记录在哪里！
妈妈，有过有来生，我依然愿意做你的女儿。
母爱作文150（12）
假若你是小草
我愿是雨露
让你健康成长
假若你是花朵
我愿是小草
衬出你的`艳丽
假若你是小鸟
我愿是蓝天
让你在我的怀抱中飞翔
假若你是砖头
我愿是水泥
与你一起筑起高楼大厦
假若你是婴儿
我愿是母亲
陪伴你成长
梧州市十四中初一:?I水落下?r
母爱作文150（13）
母爱像河，灌溉了我干涸的心田；母爱像天空，而我像一只小鸟，在母爱的怀抱里自由飞翔；母爱像一只能够远航的船，承载着我的梦想飘向远方；母爱像太阳，托起我的希望
母爱是伟大的`，母爱是无私的，母爱会化作我们骨中的钙，汗中的碱，一直延续。
在我们人生中，母爱会一直伴随在我们身边，永不磨灭。离不开母爱的伴随。母爱是伟大的。
蓝海初一:范无敌
母爱作文150（14）
老师给我们讲了一个故事：发生在四川，一位年轻的'母亲在地震来临之际在屋里看着刚刚满月的孩子，不幸的是地震来了，一块巨石把母亲重重的压在了底下，母亲用手和脚支撑着形成了一个长方形，母亲拿出了手机，在手机上面打了几个字：宝贝，如果你还活着请记住，妈妈永远爱你。
几天后救援队来了看到了母亲也看到了手机，深深的感动了，那是断定母亲已经死了。
啊！这是多么伟大爱呀！
三年级:吴晶奇
母爱作文150（15）
是您把我送到了这奇异的`世界。
是您给予我如今的生活！
您用汗水换来了我的成长。
您用辛勤使我的梦自由飞翔！
望子成龙是您的梦想。
立志艰辛不负众望！
山东菏泽东明县东明县玉成中学高一:魏晨阳
母爱作文150（16）
母爱
母爱是精神上的支柱！
母爱是冬天里的一把火！
母爱是一个指南针，引导我们走向正确的道路！
母爱是一把伞，为我们遮风挡雨！
母爱是无所不能的，母爱应好好珍惜！
初二:心情等于零
母爱作文150（17）
今天,我在做祝福卡的`时候,我深深体会到妈妈对我的关爱,还一直陪伴着我成长。
记得一年级的时候,有一天晚上,我突然发高烧,39度半.妈妈整晚都给我量体温,用冰给我降温,还喂我吃药。我看见妈妈熬得通红的眼睛,我真想对妈妈说:"妈妈您辛苦了,我爱您。"
感谢亲爱的妈妈,给了我生命和力量,让我健康,快乐成长.以后,我要认真学习,帮您做家务,来报答妈妈给我的关爱。
· 妈妈祝您节日快乐,我永远爱您。
母爱作文150（18）
母亲，我该怎样感谢您，我本要一楼阳光，您却给了我整个太阳！
记得幼儿园的时候，我在奶奶家玩。我的表姐在沙发上蹦蹦跳跳地玩，一不小心，我一滑脚，就摔了个跟头，而且是头先落地的。我哭得很厉害，表姐吓坏了，赶紧跑过去叫大人。我妈妈跑过来看到我的`后脑勺有血，瞪大了眼睛，急忙叫爸爸把车开过来，抱着我下了楼，我看了看妈妈，发现她在哭！眼泪一滴滴的掉落到我的脸上。因为那时我不知道我的后脑勺流血了。我到了医院，医生缝了两针。
这件事还让我记忆犹新，妈妈，我爱你！
母爱作文150（19）
母爱就像一艘小船 轻轻的......
母爱就像一丝清风 柔柔的.......
母爱就像一篇好文章 美美的......
母爱就像一缕炽热的阳光 暖暖的.......
那么母爱到底是什么 ? 我也不知道......
母爱作文150（20）
一天，中午放学后，我对妈妈说我们在外面吃饭吧。妈妈说：“想吃点什么？”，我说“吃鸡汤刀削面吧！”，妈妈说：“好啊！”。
我和妈妈来到了饭馆。看见里面有很多人，这时我发现他们的碗没洗干净，我就对妈妈说了。妈妈说那我们回家做饭吃吧，我说“中午时间短，回家做饭你很累呀”。妈妈说：“没关系”。
回到家妈妈做了一顿可口的饭菜，我觉得很香，就对妈妈说“你真是我的'好妈妈呀”。妈妈会心的笑了。