On Mom 1' s Composition In the summer afternoon, cicadas are singing like weaving, and I am at home casually tidying up the desktop. A photo suddenly fell from an old book. I bent down to pick it up. It was a young girl of about twenty-five, smiling at me.
This should be an old photo of my mother. That's right. She is a beautiful woman with regular facial features, fair skin and no glasses.
Look at her now. There are several wrinkles on the forehead and crow's feet at the corner of the eye. Her plump cheeks are thin and gaunt, and she always has two deep bags under her eyes. Her eyes are always shining with tired eyes, and her beautiful black hair is slightly gray. The whole person was reshaped by years.
My mother is forty now. It's impossible to age so fast just by her age. I know the real reason is me.
Mom always said that I never worried her. Also, I have been careless and heartless since I was a child. My mother has been behind me to help me clean up and remind me what to do. I have to take care of me while working. Dad can only come back once every weekend, and she cleans up at home alone. It's strange that a person is not old with such a heavy burden!
So is life now. I have cram school every night. Go home at night, everyone is exhausted, and they have to cook for me. I have to get up at six in the morning, but she can't sleep well and won't sleep for long.
Up to now, I haven't heard a word of thanks or a caring greeting. I want to say, "Mom, thank you!" "
I have a dear mother. She has big eyes and a small spot on her face. There is also a pair of long legs, and I like to pat my stomach in bed at night.
Mother's character is sometimes violent. Every time I disobey, my mother loses her temper. For example. 20xx65438+On February 25th, I went to dinner with my father, my mother and my father's friends. I happened to float across the bar when my mother took me to the bathroom. I saw a bottle of green apple drink. Exquisite modeling makes my mouth water. I told my mother I wanted it, but my mother refused, so I spilled it. My mother suddenly got angry and squeezed my palm. Looking at my mother's fire-breathing eyes, I had to shut up. When I went to the toilet, I felt my palm hurt, so I stretched out my hand and looked at it: Ah! My palm was pinched by my mother and it was still bleeding! I endured the pain and went home. I began to cry as soon as I entered the room. My father sympathized with me and blamed my mother. My mother also said with regret, "I didn't expect it to be so serious ..."
I looked at my mother's distressed look and thought: My mother is also good for me. I am not allowed to drink on this day because I am afraid of my bad teeth. So I slowly forgave my mother.
This is my mother. She is beautiful, kind and selfless. If there is less domestic violence and more smiles in the future, she will become the most perfect mother in the world.
My mother is not too tall, well-proportioned, with bright black hair and eyes like black gems below, and always knows all my "secrets". My mother has fair skin and regular facial features. She is the "goddess" in my father's and mine.
My mother loves me very much. When she comes to pick me up after school, she always brings some delicious cakes or my favorite duck tongue ribs. Later, I learned that it was given to her by my mother's colleague. My mother was reluctant to eat it and kept it for me when she picked me up from school. I am very touched and feel that snacks have become particularly sweet and delicious.
My mother breaks my heart for me every day, sends me to school, picks me up from school, washes and cooks for me every day and helps me with my homework. My mother will also put the clothes I want to wear the next day on my bed, so as not to rummage around for clothes the next day. My mother takes care of me like this every day.
Actually, my mother is quite annoying sometimes. She always won't let me watch TV, play computer games, watch cartoons for a long time, or even talk about my food ... It really bothers me! But in fact, I know that my mother will be so strict with me because she loves me, cares about me and is good for me. I feel very happy to have such a good mother.
My mother's composition is 1.4. My mother gave me deep love, but I don't understand her love …
I remember that Sunday, my mother and I were alone at home, as before. I got up early in the morning to do my homework, and then my mother got up late, but by then I had finished my homework and was watching TV.
My mother was very angry when she checked my math homework. After she checked it for me, she asked me to correct it. After I corrected some careless problems, my mother told me some questions that I really couldn't, or could, or thought wrong. However, some people don't understand what my mother says more or less. My mother will be angry. I can't understand my mother when she is angry. As a result, my mother was very angry. Don't teach me questions. However, sometimes I persist, and my mother finally tells me some questions, but I still have to think for myself. There is no way out, you can only use your own unique skills, use your mobile phone! I look up all kinds of things online, sometimes I can't find them, so I have to ask my mother again. If my mother still doesn't pay me, I'll have to look up the books and finish reading them. At lunch, my mother always calmly admitted her mistakes to me, told me some truth and checked the questions she couldn't do just now.
My mother is very strict with her studies, and she can always be my best friend at other times. This is the love my mother brought me. In a word, it is: "Father's love for mother's love is immeasurable."
Childhood memories are like a string of pearls scattered on the ground. There is always one that you will never find. Where is it? That person will always be in your heart.
I still remember it was a sunny morning. I wore long sleeves and walked happily to the campus. The spring breeze came, and the afterglow of the sun hit the leaves, which was particularly beautiful. The shadows of the leaves flashed on the ground. At noon, the sun is spinning overhead, and the hot weather always covers the whole campus.
At noon, the warm spring breeze in the morning gradually became manic, not the spring breeze in the morning. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the fallen leaves on the trees are blown off one by one, and the campus has become the creation of fallen leaves. I sat in the classroom, vaguely worried: will it be too cold on the way home with such a strong wind? Looking at the falling leaves outside the window, I am worried.
In the evening, the manic wind is still raging on campus. I rubbed my arm with my cold hand to keep it warm, but it didn't help. I walked out of the school gate sadly, and a familiar figure stood at the gate of the campus in the vast sea of people. I narrowed my eyes carefully and saw that it was-mom. Mom's messy hair is flying in the wind, and her rough hands are holding a dress. My mother saw me with a kind smile on her face.
I came to my mother, and her mother smiled and said, "It's not frozen." Then he put his hand on my forehead and said, "Nothing, nothing, I don't have a fever. Come, put on your clothes. " I took off my clothes and smelled like mom, home and warmth. When I got home, my mother said, "Is it cold? My mother will make you the best and warmest table for my mother. " . "Mom said, and non-stop began to work.
Mom's busy back is hard to flash from here to there. That figure will always appear in my mind and I will never forget it.
Today is Sunday. My mother went to the fruit shop and bought some mangoes. When I got home, my mother went to the bathroom to wash her hands and threw the bag of mangoes into the washing machine.
Until noon, I suddenly wanted to eat mango, so I shouted, "mom, mom, I want to eat mango." Cut me one? " Mom screamed at the top of her voice and replied, "OK, I'll be right there!" " After a long time, mango hasn't come yet, so I decided to see how the space is.
I came to the living room and saw my mother turn from east to west, as if looking for something. "Mom, what are you looking for?" "You're just in time. The mango I bought this morning is gone. " "Hey? No? " My mother and I launched an intense search operation. Mom went to the room to look for it, but I was wandering around, sweeping my eyes when I was happy and sitting on the sofa to rest when I was unhappy. I looked for it for ten minutes, but I still couldn't find it. My mother gave up and said, "Forget it, keep the change." After listening to my mother, I stopped looking for it.
Where the hell did the mango go? There is no answer to this question all the time. After taking a bath at night, we threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine without even looking. As usual, we pressed the button and went downstairs for a walk.
When I came back from a walk, my mother went to dry the clothes, only to hear my mother shout loudly. What happened? Why are all the clothes yellow? It turned out that the mango my mother bought was in the washing machine, and now it is "raw". As a result, the clothes were covered with mango juice. Mom was dumbfounded at once and had to wash clothes again. In fact, I think the mango on it tastes good, for fear that the ants will find it delicious!
Little friends, no matter what you do, you can't be careless!
Teacher's comment: The little author speaks slowly, explains more, and pushes to the climax step by step. This is a good way to write.
The person I admire most is my mother.
That day, I was doing my math homework and happened to meet a difficult problem. I wrote a draft paper, and the sweat like soybeans rolled down, but I still couldn't understand it. At this moment, mother came. She looked at my frown and asked, "Is there anything that won't happen?" I pointed and said, "This question is so difficult!" I looked at my mother with longing eyes. My mother looked at it for a while and said, "This question is a bit difficult, and it should be changed ..." When I heard it, it was like clearing the clouds. "sasha vujacic" wrote the correct answer, and his twisted eyebrows stretched out.
My mother is not only good at math, but also good at cooking.
There were several guests at home that day, and my mother got busy, making soup, cooking and cooking, so busy that she didn't even have a chance to stop. When the food was served, I saw the children holding chicken legs in one hand and popcorn in the other, and the adults ate it regardless of the image. Everyone says mom's cooking is delicious. Mom listened and cooked several dishes. I ate and thought: Mom's cooking is really good, and I will learn from her in the future.
I admire my mother most, because she is good at math and can cook a table of dishes. Who do you admire most?
I like my mother very much. She is in her thirties and is very kind to people. She can't dress up or dance, but what makes me proud is that she has omnipotent hands.
Nothing can beat mom's "universal hand". Take knitting a sweater as an example. My mother never buys sweaters. She knits sweaters by her "universal hand". The sweater she knitted looks nice and comfortable on her body. Relatives, friends and neighbors all ask her for advice and study. Once, my mother knitted me a new sweater vest. As soon as I went out, my neighbors gathered around, touched here and looked there, all trying to imitate. I just showed them grandly enough to let them know that my mother is a very capable person. Since my mother was transferred to the Justice Bureau, I have to read a lot of materials every day, and I am very busy, but my work level ranks first, which is also worthy of my pride. What cooking and washing clothes is just a trivial matter to her, which is not worth mentioning. All this is due to her "omnipotent hand".
When I meet my classmates and friends, I always mention my mother's "universal hand". They also praised it after listening to it, and I am even more proud of it.
But because my mother was overworked, she got high blood pressure. Mom's "universal hand" is not so "expressive", and my heart is very anxious.
But my mother still does housework every day. I felt very distressed after reading it, so I helped my mother do it. But my mother smiled. She said humorously, "I have two small hands." I thought about it, understood the meaning and smiled. Dad seems to understand, too, and laugh with us. The whole family laughed. Not long after, my mother recovered from her illness, and her "omnipotent hand" was able to serve the whole family again and was working diligently.
The composition about my mother looks like a white horse at 9 o'clock. While I was still immersed in a pile of homework, I heard its hoofbeat.
"Xinyi, ask my brother to wash together!" My mother's voice also hooked me out of the sea of knowledge on time. Every time I hear this sentence, I feel that my mother's voice has improved tenfold. Although I didn't say much, I could clearly hear the sound of the flame bursting and the curtains shook.
"Come, come! Don't call me so early in the future, there is too much homework! " I dare not waste any more time. I put down my sorted books, picked up my pajamas and went into my brother's room. "Stop writing and go and wash!" My brother seemed startled by the sudden intrusion, threw the tablet on the bed and smirked at me. I impatiently put his book from the desk into the bag.
Walking out of the room with my brother, my mother stared at my father. It's over. The volcano is about to erupt. "Look, all day long, you will know that watching mobile phones is not your treasure, right? It's uncomfortable not to leave your body for a minute ... "The blazing flame flowed to my father, and my father was frightened by this unprepared urging.
Mother held the cup in one hand and put it on her waist in the other, swallowed hard and put the cup heavily on the table, and the water splashed on the ground to form a small piece of water stain. I know that although my mother is like a tigress, this is exactly what she wants us to do efficiently. Of course, her quality sometimes turns into impatience and becomes a sign of walking.
Once when I went back to my hometown, my mother began to urge me as soon as she entered my grandmother's house.
"Mom, turn off the TV quickly."
"Guoguo, you also go to pack your bags, and you can do your homework in a moment."
"Every day, don't look at the fish, go and read the book you brought, don't waste time."
Although I always feel that my mother is too impatient and wordy, every time I do what she says, my heart is warm.
About my mother's composition 10 "The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward boy's body …" Today, I will introduce my mother.
My mother is 36 years old this year. She is neither fat nor thin, wearing a blue skirt and long black hair over her shoulders, just like a waterfall.
My mother likes to brag. I remember one time, we got up late and my mother didn't have time to put on makeup. She also has to put the cosmetics in a bag and take them to the office to paint. Mother's temper is as gentle as a lamb, but as fierce as an angry lion.
My mother loves me very much. I remember that once it rained heavily, my mother picked me up from school. At that time, we played an umbrella and my mother played on my side. As a result, I came home and found that my mother's clothes had been soaked by rain for half. The next day, my mother just sneezed with a cold. I don't think my mother would have caught a cold in the rain if she hadn't been afraid of me getting wet.
I like spaghetti cooked by my mother best. Every time I eat, my mother will smile and say to me, "Look at you greedy cat."
This is my mother who loves me and I love her very much, so I can't make my mother angry now. When I grow up, I will honor my mother and thank her for raising me. "Mom, I love you!"
About Mom's Composition 1 1 The day before yesterday was Saturday, and my mother didn't finish some housework, so I helped her buy food. Not far from my home, there is a shop selling tofu balls. When I passed by, there were many people there. Because I liked it very much, I thought I would buy it when I came back, so I went to buy food first.
After buying vegetables, I found that I didn't have much money, so I could only buy a little. When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother was stunned at first, and then said to me, "Never mind, you can eat tomorrow, homely." I looked at my mother curiously.
The next night, my mother came back late, and I was worried. Finally, my mother came back with a lot of things in her hand. I saw that there were no problems with those things: chopped green onion, garlic, fungus, pork, mushrooms, tofu and so on. I'm surprised that my mother was already busy before I recovered. Mushrooms are chopped, pork is chopped, garlic is chopped, chopped green onion is chopped ... My mother is "playing" with a fierce March in the kitchen, and I am "enjoying" while doing my homework outside.
After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl of tofu balls in her hand and put it on the table. "Eat and see if it's delicious." My mother told me in a very kind voice. I put down my homework and began to eat. Although it is not as delicious as what I bought, I feel very happy because my mother cooked it for me herself. Thank you, my good mother!
About my mother's composition 12 I "jumped" out of the womb and came into this world. I haven't left my mother. Maybe she is my mother in name, but in fact she is more like my sister than my sister. When she is happy, she can share happiness with me with a happy mood; When she is sad, she will sit quietly in front of me and comfort me softly; When she is sad, she can tell me her understanding of happiness; When encountering difficulties, she will patiently persuade me and teach me how to solve them. ...
I will never forget Cheng En. I remember when I was very young, my grandmother told me such a "story": many years ago, a young woman had difficulty giving birth to a child. At that time, technology was not developed, and adults and children could only raise one. When the doctor told the young woman the news, she said firmly, "I want to keep my children." "However, you are still so young, and there will be opportunities in the future ..." The doctor seems to want to say something, "No, I want this child to live in this world." Hearing these words, all the doctors and nurses' eyes were wet. This is for this great mother, for her greatness, for her extraordinary tears. Perhaps her firm belief touched God, and the mother and daughter walked out of the operating room safely. The great mother smiled proudly when she forgot to hold her child to the young woman with reverence. Yes, that little girl is me and that great woman is my mother. It was her decision that brought me into this world; It was her unswerving New Year that touched everyone's heart. It is her meticulous care for me that keeps me alive healthily; She gave everything for me without asking for anything in return; It's her.
Mom, you gave me my first life, and you made me grow up carefree.
In my mother's composition 13, my mother stood on tiptoe for me countless times, which I will always remember.
In spring, when I was playing in the school playground, my mother stood on tiptoe at the school gate and visited the school playground. If I were there, my mother would be at ease. When I saw my mother standing on tiptoe outside, I ran out with my schoolbag on my back. I am embarrassed to say to my mother, "Mom, I made you wait outside." Mom said, "Nothing, don't worry." Then, I also stood on tiptoe to make up for my mother. soybean milk machine
In summer, I am on duty in the classroom. I swept the floor clean, leaving no trace, but I moved slowly. It never occurred to me that my mother was still at the school gate waiting for me to finish my duty and go home early. It was almost five o'clock when I came out. I saw my mother standing on tiptoe outside the school gate again. I don't think I should be so slow, which made my mother stand on tiptoe at the school gate again. I can't stay so late. Since then, I have been on duty quickly and cleaned up very cleanly. When I got home, I punished myself by standing on tiptoe and washing all the used bowls and plates without leaving anything dirty.
In autumn and winter, when I was running in the gym, my mother stood on tiptoe and looked in. She didn't put her feet down until I finished running. I said to my mother, "Mom, it's okay. It's safe there, and coach. It's okay! " "This time, my mother was relieved.
Before, I owed my mother too much. I have to find a way to make up for it, so that my mother won't stand on tiptoe and worry about herself.
My mother is a smart and capable person, but she has a bad habit, that is carelessness.
Once, my mother bought a big carp in the supermarket. As soon as she got home, her mother said excitedly, "Today we eat big carp." After that, my mother put on an apron, gloves, a kitchen knife, washed the carp three times, five times and two times, then put a whole fish in the oil pan and kept rolling it with a spatula. After the fish was fried to golden brown, she picked it up, brought cucumbers and carrots, peeled and sliced it with a knife, carefully placed it next to the plate one by one, and then put the fish on the plate. Seeing such an attractive fish, we couldn't wait to pick it up and taste it, but as soon as I picked it up, a pungent smell floated out of the fish's stomach. It turned out that my mother only scraped the scales, because the oil in the pot was so hot that my mother forgot to dig out the heart and internal organs of the fish. Alas, a delicious fish was accidentally killed by her mother.
Another time, my mother's colleagues came to play at home. My mother made a cup of coffee for my aunt. She took a sip and her face changed greatly. My mother saw it and asked with concern, "Lili, what's the matter?" What's the matter? "Aunt said with a frown," what did you do for me? Why is it so salty? " Mother said strangely, "hey, how is that possible?" Mom took a sip of coffee and suddenly realized, "Oh, I was so careless. I thought salt was sugar." I'm really sorry. "
Look, my mother was careless!
My mother is the owner of a grocery store. She goes out to work all day and picks me up at 9~ 10 in the evening. She is a kind mother and a great mother. She is busy all day. I saw my mother bend over to mop the floor. I have been watching stalls with her since I was three years old. Once, when I was preparing for school at home in the morning, my mother handed me an umbrella. I went out to watch it on my big balcony. I said, "It's a beautiful day. How can it rain? " I put on my shoes and left. The weather is always fine. When class was over in the third quarter, suddenly, the weather outside changed immediately. The sunny weather turned into dark clouds and blocked the white clouds. I thought to myself, ". I'm waiting for my mother in 1 building. 1 half past ten, teachers and students were trapped by this "disaster". After a while, more than half of my parents came to pick me up, leaving only a few people. I want to stop raining and go home by myself. About 1 hour later, a woman waved to me from the opposite side. I looked at my mother carefully and I became happy at once. I shouted excitedly: "mom, mom!" When my mother and I went home, I saw that my mother's left sleeve was soaked to the skin. I think a great mother, a mother who works hard to make money, I love your mother.