① Fragmentary essay "The Story of My Mother and I" should have a subheading 600 words
? My mom gave me life, and a lot of things have happened between me and my mom during my growing up, and each of them impresses me y.
I remember one night, I was reading in my room and my mom came over to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mom yelled at me, "Gao Tengxiao, what's wrong with you?You got three of the six oral math problems wrong! How dare you get three of the six oral math problems wrong! It turned out to be that my mom found that I had made too many mistakes in my oral math problems, and she was furious. When she finished, she picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I was indignant and thought, "It's only three oral math problems that I got wrong! Do you need to scold me like that, and hit me so hard and severely?" I jumped up at the thought and yelled at my mom too, "Why did you hit me? Why are you hitting me?" Mom was already angry, and seeing me like this added fuel to the fire and made things worse. Angry mom yelled at me again, "You still dare to talk back ......", and picked up a small stick next to me to hit me, until I was in pain wow, mom stopped hitting me.
When mom walked out of the room, I have also been burning with anger, the anger in my heart has almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of the desk in a daze, and without hesitation, I picked up the notepad of my conversation with my mother - the spiritual dialogue exchange book, "splitting" the book into pieces, and threw it on the floor. I felt so much pain in my heart that I finally let out all my anger. But after a while, I began to regret: this is my and my mother's spiritual conversation book ah! How could I just tear it up? I really want to slap myself.
At this time, my mother pushed the door into the ground, saw the ground in a mess of broken pieces of paper, did not say a word, just squatted down one by one to pick up, and then neatly folded together into the drawer. Then sit down and calmly reason with me, I also slowly calm down, feel that I did do too wrong.
② 初二作文以我和母亲的故事为话题的作文600字
Mr. Barkin said, "There is no substitute for parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and the love our parents have for us is unrivaled and incomparable. We may not be able to understand our parents sometimes, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mom gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came to this world, my mom went through a lot of hardships and selflessly nurtured me to grow up healthily. In my heart, the warmest and most tender place, not in the warm nest, but in is the mother's embrace, because no matter the wind and rain, bumps and bruises, the mother's embrace is my sheltered harbor, the soul of the support.
In the process of the child's growth, there will be some things that are not as good as they should be, as a mother will certainly educate the child, and even use force.
This is the first time I've seen this happen to me.
I remember when I was a child, my mother never because I did not do well and 'shot', despite how my mother to hide, but I was always afraid to catch a glimpse of my mother's lost eyes, so there are a few times when I encountered the test play poorly I would like to sneak the examination paper to hide it, and secretly resolved: "I will not be like this next time!" Whenever my mom asked where my recent exam papers were, I blushed and said, "Still ...... haven't sent them yet."
Once my mother cleaned up the table, inadvertently opened the drawer, my "secret" revealed, my mother picked up and looked at it, surprised to ask me: "This is when the paper?" "This ...... this ......" I blushed and stammered. Mom did not hesitate at all to hear this, and angrily picked up a broomstick to beat me. Every hit mom scolded me a bit, mom while hitting and said: "Raise not teach, mother's fault, when did you learn to lie you! When did you learn to lie? Which time did I beat you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole and hid the papers, you also lied to your mom!" The more I cried, the more I cried, and mom fell into tears, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying, while my mom looked at the broom, and then looked at me, with tears streaming down her face, hitting in the child's body pain in the mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mom this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in my wound, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my mom was applying medicine to my wound. By the light I also saw my mother's
③ 600-word essay on the topic of mother's story
Whenever I think of that guilt-inducing past, I blush, and sometimes I shed tears. It was a cold morning. Our family was having breakfast. I accidentally knocked over the soup. It spilled on the floor. My mom kept accusing me of all sorts of things. I felt bad and hated my mom a little. So I walked out of the house alone and angrily. I walked aimlessly on the garden of Hongsheng Lane in our neighborhood. After a while. My stomach was a little hungry. Want to go back to make peace with mom. But the thought of mom's face full of anger, can no longer lift the spirit of going home, and then think about it, go back to me is like mom's "evil" forces surrender, how disgraceful. It was getting dark. Although I am usually very bold, but at this time, surrounded by darkness, ears and the sound of the wind, can not help but fear. I paced into a convex pit, through the faint moonlight, found a corner. Sitting down huddled, I pulled my jacket forbidden and listened for movement outside. My new kept drumming because I was so scared. Suddenly, I faintly heard a man calling my name in a loud voice. While calling out, she said, "Look out. It's mommy's fault. You come back soon." It's mom, it's mom I rushed to make sure. I was so excited that I really wanted to run out and jump into my mom's arms to feel her love. But just stood up, my mind and suddenly appeared mom full of anger, I was powerless to do down again. Mom's voice hoarse call faded in the wind. I closed my eyes and thought about how anxious my mom would be braving the cold wind to look around for me. What if something happened to me? Mom would scold me to prove that he cared about me, that he cared. Am I just an outsider who doesn't relate to mom? Thinking about this, I finally made up my mind to go home. Because whatever my mom did to me was for my own good, every mother wants her child to do well and feel happy, I shouldn't do this to my mom. I was apprehensive to go home, the door of the house is still open I know my mom is waiting for me. I quietly walked into the house, it was quiet, not a sound. I saw my mom sleeping on the couch. He was asleep and still calling my name. Then I looked at the teardrops on her face still flowing drop by drop. I couldn't control my feelings anymore and the tears fell with a swish rate. Is it sad? Is it touching? Or ......? Neither. It is the great mother's love touched me melted my cold heart. Suddenly, mom woke up from sleep, she saw me, staring at me. Both of our eyes were moist. What words did not say ......This event although it has been more than two years, but it knocked my heart at times, has remained in the deepest part of my memory.
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From the time I remember, I can feel my parents' love for me. I grew up in my grandmother's house, my parents rode a long way to see me every week, brought me a lot of delicious food, took me out to play, when we parted, I cried, my parents also tears in their eyes. At this time I want to say: thank you parents gave me life!
Walking into the door of the school, began the study of new knowledge, in the process of learning, I encountered some problems. For example, our school English test, I thought I could get a good test, but because of my carelessness, only 51 points, when I went home in despair, my parents did not criticize me, and did not comfort me, but just said to me: "It's okay, next time to take a good test on the line." But the tone of voice when saying this was heavy. So I made up my mind to get good grades and fight for my parents. Sure enough, I got a high score on the second exam. I wanted so much to say: thank you parents for giving me help in my studies!
When I came back from school, I turned on the TV, ate snacks and enjoyed the beauty of youth. On second thought, isn't all this given to me by my parents? This is, mom is cooking, dad is washing dishes. Isn't everything my parents are doing now for me? I really want to say: thank you parents for giving me a warm home!
I remember a song sung in the "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you fate ------" Yes, my parents are the biggest benefactor for me, if not for them, how can I have such a cheerful sunshine boy? So I have to say: thank you parents!
④ The story of my mom and I Essay Middle School 600 words or more
My mom and I are good. Since I was a child, I grew up in my mom's arms; every night, just touching my mom's big and thick ears, I can fall asleep soon. Mom is not the day, I am simply like a little beggar, poor. We are mother and son, but sometimes more like friends, anything I am willing to talk to mom. The child with a mom is really a treasure!
However, not long ago, my mom and I broke out a "war", my good days are gone, alas!
The thing is this. I have been sleeping with my mom since I was a child. Especially in winter, I like to sleep in the middle of mom and dad. On the one hand, my father's strong arms, especially a sense of security; on the other hand, my mother's gentle embrace, especially warm, and my mother's big ears, sleep is really a kind of happiness. With the growth of age, mom said I grew up, should learn to be independent, want me to sleep alone, so I have their own bed, but mom is often accompanied me to sleep. But just the other day, after my tenth birthday, my mom said I had to sleep alone and never come to stay with me again. I didn't think so, because my mom always said that, but every time she couldn't argue with me and would still sleep with me.
That night, when it was time to go to bed, my mom hadn't come over yet, so I ran over to her and begged her, "Mom, why don't you sleep next to me at night?" Mom's eyes staring at the TV, absent-mindedly nodded her head and said, "You go to bed first, I will come when I go to bed." I went to bed at ease. But late at night I suddenly woke up, the quilt next to me was fine, I waited and waited, mom still did not come. Was mom still watching TV? I lay in bed and continued to wait. Wind whistling outside the window, the curtains were lifted up a corner in the gentle vibration, the occasional dog barking, in this quiet night seems particularly loud, as if there is something terrible is about to happen. I couldn't help myself and quickly got up and ran to my mom's room. The TV was already off and mom was sleeping beautifully. My heart pumped violently, whether it was sadness or anger, I couldn't tell. I ran back to my room, hid in the back nest, softly sobbing. My heart was filled with resentment: I had clearly promised to come and sleep next to me, but I didn't keep my word! Dad is so old, why should I sleep next to him? Also taught me to be honest, they can not do ...... The more you think about the more angry, the more you think about the more aggrieved, and finally even tears.
The next morning I woke up and found that the pillowcase was wet with tears. The heart is even more angry. At this time, mom actually like nothing to come over and ask me: "son, this morning what to eat ah?" I was furious and said hatefully, "I'm not eating!" Quickly get up and organize everything, backpack to school, out of the door also closed the door hard, "bang" a loud bang, a little to relieve my heart anger.
As soon as I got home from school in the afternoon, I hid in my study and wrote my homework, ignoring my mom. If usual, I will hug my mom and pamper her, because she was separated from me for a day. Mom ran past me and asked, "Son, what's wrong?" The only thing that is not clear is that you don't know what you're doing.
When I went to bed at night, my mom didn't watch TV and curtly came to sleep next to me. I kicked her away, pulled the covers all the way over, and said relentlessly, "Go away!" Mom had to walk away. Looking at my mom's back, I was a little intolerant, but having said all that, I couldn't open my mouth to keep her. A moment later, she came back, said gently: "Son, I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep last night. Besides, your father is drunk, mom has to guard ah, in case dad has something, I can take care of him ah. You are so old, you should have learned to be independent, how dare you lose your temper with me?" When I think about it, it's not easy for mom to take care of dad and me. Besides, I didn't want to sleep alone at night, so I reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll forgive you this time! You can sleep next to me tonight."" Son, it's impossible for mommy to sleep next to you for the rest of your life, from now on, mommy will stay with you until you fall asleep and then leave, she can't stay with you for the whole night."" This ...... This ......" Looking at my mom's resolute look, I can't help it, forget it, just let it be!
Mom and I made up again. But when I woke up from my midnight nap, I would still run to my mom and dad's room to squeeze into bed. When they are in a good mood, I will get my way, beautiful sleep on the second half of the night; mom helpless, had to accompany back to my room to sleep again; they are in a bad mood, I was yelled at to flee, indignant back to the house. So, a not so small "war" again. And I also in the second "war" gradually grow up.
Mom was helpless, always sighing, "When will my son grow up? At that time, mom wanted to sleep next to you, you will hate."
"So I haven't grown up yet! Then you should cherish the time I sleep with you!" I really don't know what they adults think!
⑤ High school essay I and my mother's life story 600 words
Loving mother in the hands of the thread, the swimmer on the clothes," the song "swimmer's song" I have long been memorized by heart, but it seems that I have never read and understood it.
Look at the time idle, light from the side slipped away, too late to grasp. The clouds under the sky of childhood have gradually faded away, and mother's love has been with me to the present, and the future ......
"Mother's love" how simple two words. It does not need how gorgeous language to describe it, and it does not have to be anything earth-shattering, on the contrary, it silently exists, more embodied in the minutiae of life.
Life minutiae one or two
Early in the morning, I heard the sound of my mother cooking in the kitchen. That's it, my mother always had breakfast ready before I got up.
Then there was only my mother's incessant nagging: "Eat quickly," "Eat more," "Wear enough clothes," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school," "Late for school. No" "Road to be careful" ...... This is the mother every day to repeat the words, before I was also tired of mom's nagging, and now I am more and more cherish, enjoy this nagging.
This is the most usual time, of course, there are unusual times.
That time I was sick, I was lying in the hospital bed, and my mother has been accompanied by the side, she has been busy. Getting me a thermometer, bringing me water, getting me medicine, peeling fruit ...... She seemed to become more anxious and haggard than I was in the hospital bed. (Because the disease was born in my body, but the pain in the mother's heart)
This is the two daily life of the most trivial small things, embodied in the most great mother love.
Mother's love is everywhere, but also selfless, great. When you are sad, it is comfort; when you are depressed, it is hope; when you are weak, it is strength it is the source of sympathy, love and tolerance. As long as you feel carefully with your heart, experience, you will swing in the sea of love.
Mother, you are the source of this, is my life can not finish writing diary, singing endless poetry!
⑥ I and my mother's story essay 600 words do not copy online to be original
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⑦ My mom and I essay 600 words
My mom and I are a pair of natural "dead", we have a lot of interesting things, as much as the sand on the ground, you want to hear it? I'd like to hear it, I'll tell you.
That day, I wanted to go to the swimming pool to play water fight, I thought my mom would answer. But, unexpectedly, mom said: "little boy, this kind of idea you can think of, not!" I saw my mom hard not to eat, so I took out the soft --- the 36 stratagems of the "petting" work. "Mom, mom, good mom, you let me go, just this once." I wrapped around my mom's arm and said. "No is no!" Mom never showed the "white flag". I saw that this tactic still does not work, eyeballs a turn, heart a plan - the thirty-six plans of "hiding a knife in a smile". I immediately turned my face into a pleasing expression, while smiling wickedly and said: "last time dad gave me an hour's fee, but dad is much inferior to mom, must be able to give me two hours of fees!" Mom, who was still in a state of confusion a moment ago, immediately made a 180-degree turn. She said to me, "Hey, I'm still a grown-up who can't beat a little kid! Go, go, go!" I am secretly happy, like a bird out of the cage like "fly" out.
Two hours passed without me realizing it. Back home, I saw my mom was about to get angry (I got my clothes dirty), and hurriedly said to my mom, "Mom, look!" While I was at it, I hurriedly got my feet wet - and slipped away. After a while, I came to my mother and, following the example of the ancient people who begged for forgiveness, I knelt down in front of her and said, "Lord Mother, my daughter begs for forgiveness!" At this point. Mom had to laugh and say, "Hey, it is really tofu falling into the ash, blowing is not, hitting is not."
Students, you say, my mother and I are not a pair of real "dead"?