I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and draw. It was my mother who told me the truth of studying and being a man; My mother took the trouble to send me to school; When I was sick, my mother always took care of me and took me to the doctor at the first time, no matter how busy and tired I was ... my mother's love for me made me countless.
I remember it was a night in the summer vacation the year before last. I felt very hot and uncomfortable, so I began to call my mother. After hearing the phone call, my mother rushed into my room and asked, "What's the matter?" "I feel very hot and uncomfortable." I said. Hearing this, my mother was anxious and told me to lie in bed. "Thermal probe, thermal probe, where is it?" Mom said anxiously. Finally, she found the probe in a small white box, picked it up, shook it, put it in my elbow and began to detect the heat. After about ten minutes, my mother took out the thermal probe from my elbow, looked at it, sighed and said, "Alas, Niu Niu, you have a fever. Lie down, and mom will get alcohol to wipe your body. " "hmm." I should be a sound gently. Soon, my mother brought alcohol, poured it into the washbasin and added water. Then, she dipped the dry towel into the washbasin and began to wipe my body. Rubbing and rubbing, I couldn't help falling asleep. Suddenly, a yawn woke me up. I curled my lips and thought, "Who woke me up?" I opened my eyes slightly and saw my mother's slim figure still busy for me in the dim light. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes.
I love my beautiful mother!
"Genius" mother has arranged beautiful sentences in her composition, but the requirement for her children to get full marks in every primary school Chinese composition is not high, only for their children to choose words and make sentences. Some students are dumbfounded at the sight of the composition topic, and their brains are blank and there is nothing to say. In fact, there is no writing material in my heart, so I can't write it naturally. This requires students to learn to accumulate writing materials. This is a good way to accumulate famous sentences. "Accumulate knowledge and store treasure", the famous sentence is a process of collecting broken jade, making it accumulate over time and become a cornucopia of its own. The accumulation of famous sentences plays an extremely important role in writing, so we should persevere and avoid interruption and negligence. Otherwise, valuable information may be missed in vain.
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Mom is the most beautiful composition in 200 words. As we all know, every child is brought into this world by his mother. Of course, I am no exception.
I grew up with my mother's meticulous care, so I really thank her.
Let me talk about my mother.
She is about 1.65 meters tall, with a pair of eyes under her faint eyebrows and a glib mouth under her high nose.
If my mother walks on the road, the U-turn rate is about 80%.
My mother is not only beautiful in appearance, but also more beautiful in heart.
Everyone must remember the Yushu earthquake on 20 10. My mother felt very heavy after seeing the news of the earthquake on the news. She saw that the children in the disaster area lost their parents, and the old people were homeless and crying. She also donated the money for buying beautiful clothes to the disaster area.
My mother also pays more attention to my study. My mother hasn't been at home for two or three years, so I think my mother is under great pressure to come back this time. I still clearly remember that when the final exam is coming, my mother seems to be more nervous than me. Two nights before the exam, after my mother helped me study, she prepared clean water for me to wash before going to bed. After I went to bed, my mother was still looking at my old papers, thinking about what I couldn't do.
What problems are easy to make mistakes.
My mother couldn't sleep for those two days. Finally, after the final exam results came out, my mother showed a gratified smile after seeing my results.
I am also very happy, and I feel that this is not my own achievement, and my mother has also made great contributions.
This is my beautiful mother, and I will continue to grow healthily under her care.
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The most beautiful mother composition in my heart is 600 words, the thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for the wayward boy's body.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Whenever I think of this poem, I think of my beloved mother.
I still remember when I was a child, my mother nursed us, fed us, bought us toys, told us her past stories and gave us a happy and warm home.
At that time, we knew nothing. Watching the wrinkles on my mother's face gradually increase, the calluses on my mother's palm are getting thicker and thicker, and my mother's back shines in front of our eyes every day. I am so ignorant.
When you grow up, ask yourself how you came into this world and how you grew up.
It's not that easy to forget your parents who gave birth to you and raised you! I remember my mother's meaningful smile at me when I was born. I still remember my mother's kind expression on my first birthday. I remember my mother's happy smile when she watched me play; I remember that when I first brought my mother a little red flower in grade one, I showed that happy smile; I remember my mother peeling apples for me to eat; I remember my mother's proud smile when she saw me get good grades; To commemorate ... mom raised us, made us breakfast and peeled apples; Tutoring our lessons, telling stories ... everything my mother gave me was beautiful.
Every mother should wear the medal of "selfless dedication"
Right? From the mother's weather-beaten face, it reflects the vicissitudes of time.
Behind everyone is a mother who silently supports you.
Some mothers are waiting for their children to come home, and some mothers are already living in their hearts.
No matter the former or the latter, all mothers are the same and deserve everyone's gratitude.
Thank my mother for everything. I think everything is the most beautiful as long as it is given by my mother! Thank you, mom, I love you! ! !
Write a composition entitled "There is a kind of beauty called mother". Among the 400 words, there is a beauty called maternal love. Motherly love is a continuous river, patting me gently.
Motherly love is to leave the willow branches and gently touch my cheeks.
My mother's name is Kim. It's a gift from an angel.
Maternal love is great and selfless.
Motherly love is beautiful.
Since the mid-term exam, my grades have been declining, and now my Chinese grades have become my distress.
I used to think that Chinese was too simple, and all I could think about was not learning Chinese.
But I was wrong, because I always read extracurricular books in class, and I got more than 80 points in the exam, and the score was excellent.
It is lower than the average score of our class, so I can't hold my head up every time I mention Chinese.
And my mother asked me why my grades suddenly dropped.
Every time I ask, I turn a deaf ear and say nothing, waiting for the question to pass.
I thought it was easy to improve my grades.
Alas, it's still wrong.
The score of the senior high school entrance examination is still more than 80 points.
During this period, the Chinese teacher talked to me, encouraged me, and said that I was not stupid, as long as I studied hard for 40 minutes in class, I would be fine.
I listened to my teacher and listened to several classes in class, but I couldn't resist the temptation and started reading under the table again.
Until one time, when I heard the teacher say the word "parents", I suddenly looked up and found that the teacher had been watching me.
I didn't care much at first, but I listened carefully in the second half.
The teacher asked to finish the homework and hand it in.
After a while, the homework was handed out.
I want to see if I can. When I opened it, several big crosses came into view, and suddenly I found a line on it, which read: I hope you study hard and don't worry your mother any more.
Looking at this sentence, I repeated it countless times in my mind, and my eyes slowly became moist, and countless tears piled up, and finally fell one by one.
The students around me were shocked to see me like this. I don't know what to say, just stroking my back gently.
After the incident, I secretly vowed in my heart: I will have a good class and face my mother's smiling face with satisfactory answers.
Mom, I love you! Mom, thank you for giving me so much behind my back.
Thank the angel for giving you to me, and I will cherish it.
Maternal love is great and selfless.
There is a kind of beauty called maternal love.
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Life with Love is a beautiful composition, mainly about the love of parents. Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the sweeter it tastes; Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.
My father is strict, but he loves me deeply.
I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home.
"Dad said loudly," no, I haven't learned. How can you go home? Never do anything by halves.
"I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "
How's this? Let's race to see who learns first, shall we? "I dare to speak angrily and say unhappily," All right, let's have a comparison.
"I thought," don't believe it, you can learn. You are much older.
Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot.
"I'll slip, you see.
"Dad shouted happily.
I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?"
"After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine cabinet, helped me to rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth, and said," Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, and it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates.
"under my father's' treatment', I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt ... ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.
Describe how I met a beautiful mother to write a composition. Last Sunday morning, it was sunny and sunny, and the weather was particularly good. I took my cousin for a walk in the square.
My cousin looks dignified and strong, with big and bright eyes, which is quite attractive. I like walking with him very much.
Walking, a woman caught my eye: she was graceful, ruddy and fashionable, just like a movie star.
Ah, it's hard to see such a beautiful woman.
I don't think her husband and children are that bad.
..... My mind was out of control, and I began to think.
But when I looked back, I was shocked by a little boy beside him: he, an extremely ugly little boy, with dark eyes, uneven forehead and a runny nose like a mountain spring, seemed to never be wiped clean.
The woman is holding the little boy's hand. From this point, I can see that they are a mother and son, but the difference between mother and son in appearance is so great that I feel a little incredible.
Before the mother and son came to the slide, the mother put down her satchel, picked up the little boy with her hands, put him on the top of the slide with all her strength, and then let the little boy slide down freely.
Perhaps because of the slippery * * *, the little boy's stiff face finally showed a rare smile, and his mother smiled too, smiling so brightly.
After repeating this several times, they were obviously tired. The mother took out a paper towel to wipe her son's sweat, so careful and so light.
Suddenly I found that many people around me were watching them like me, but the mother didn't care at all. She wiped her son's sweat seriously and said a few words in his ear from time to time.
After that, the mother and son slowly left under the reflection of Chu Yang.
I looked at the mother and son, and there was a wave in my heart. I suddenly feel that this mother is much more beautiful than before, not only because of her graceful appearance, rosy skin and fashionable hairstyle, but also because of her maternal love, which adds more charming luster to her.
Although this matter is small, it has been branded in my heart and will not be forgotten for a long time.
There is a shady six steps in the dilapidated yard. Due to disrepair, the ground subsidence, there is a long crack next to the cement steps. I don't know when it started, but several unknown plants have grown in the cracks.
In spring, first of all, green shoots appear, a little bit, clusters, and then a large green branch.
The grass is so small and inconspicuous that many people won't notice it at all.
But in the eyes of my daughter and I, this is also the beauty of life.
I got into the habit of chatting with my daughter before going to bed.
Every night, or three or five minutes, or ten minutes.
Today, our topic is: discovering the beauty in life.
"What is beauty?" I asked my daughter.
"Beauty is a feeling.
""is mom beautiful? " "Beauty.
""where's dad? " "Dad has a beautiful heart! "This ghost wench, glance left and right to talk about him.
In her eyes, dad is actually not beautiful, just squeezing out a kind of "spiritual beauty" to please.
But then I thought, isn't this the beauty of my daughter's motivation and language?
Keep talking.
I asked, "Is the house we live in beautiful?" I'm talking about an old building in the early 1980s where I live now. Its appearance is worn out and the walls are covered with moss. My humble room with two rooms and one living room is still the cement floor and wooden doors and windows when it was first built.
Such a house is rare in Changsha.
The daughter said with great certainty, "Beautiful, beautiful!" "Why? Where is the beauty? " "The vicissitudes of history, the natural beauty of the room and the harmonious beauty of the family.
"I know my daughter is not writing poetry, this is her heart.
In her eyes, this shabby building is beautiful everywhere.
A few months ago, my daughter said that after she was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, she would paint this dilapidated courtyard with oil paintings as a souvenir, because she found that through this dilapidated building surface, she clearly saw an unknown beauty, that is, a solidified history.
In fact, I felt the same way for a long time.
Like my daughter, I am naturally fond of nostalgia, curiosity and looking for traces of beauty in ordinary places.
There is a shady six-step courtyard in this shabby yard. Because of disrepair and ground subsidence, a long crack has been opened beside the cement steps. I don't know when it started, but several unknown plants have grown in the cracks (see photo).
In spring, there are green buds, a little bit, clusters, and then small green branches and leaves.
Grass is small, inconspicuous and invisible, and many people will not notice its existence at all; Today, when my daughter told me as if she had discovered a new continent, I immediately told me the specific location and the appearance of the plants. They couldn't help laughing: our father and daughter discovered the little beauty in life at the same time.
Think of a bad famous saying: there is no shortage of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty.
Pay attention to everything around us. Is there no beauty? In the morning, you might as well slow down a little, and you will find that the flowers and trees are so colorful, the sunshine is so charming, the air is so fresh and cool, and the birds are so crisp and beautiful.
At dusk, you can stop and enjoy it. You will find that the sunset is so gentle and beautiful, and the traffic is so shuttle. Together with the pedestrians in the pavilions and pavilions, it organically forms a pleasing scenery, which changes greatly in the movement of footsteps.
At night, another beautiful scenery comes into your eyes: the breeze is blowing gently, and the bright moon is in the sky, reflecting the mottled lights in the city from a distance, which is amazing.
Yes, our life is complicated, dull, impetuous and warm, but our life is never short of beauty.
Beauty has become an indispensable beautiful scenery in our life, and beauty has also become a beautiful memory in our life at room temperature.
If we regard our long obsession with Myanmar yesterday and our longing for a better future as a kind of beauty! If we regard all the unpleasant things in life as another kind of defective beauty! If we look at everything in life with beautiful eyes, guess beauty, discover beauty, discover beauty and create beauty, then you will have a brand-new beautiful life and a beautiful life.
The composition describing the mother's appearance should be all tofu mixed with appearance.
Cold cucumber, etc.
The next day, my mother got up with two thick braids and cooked breakfast for lunch.
My father decided to send me, but my mother felt heartbroken, but she was afraid to say anything. After breakfast, she also set seven dishes and eight bowls. When I looked back, my mother was still standing on the side of the road, shoveling out some.
"I deliberately made a joke to dilute the sad atmosphere of leaving my family at the dinner table:" I gave it to my baby, and my baby likes to eat raw persimmons. "
When I was a child, raw tomatoes were our sister's fruit. I can eat four at a time. My mother gave her some residue of the pot helmet on the chopping board, and she stopped crying.
I left home with Huang Cancan's soft fragrant pot helmet on my back: "I'll light the fire for you". All I can do is treat me, eight bucks, and let me eat on the way. I'll roll beef later.
"Hungry on the way", my mother was busy in the kitchen for a long time. After returning from America ten years later, I didn't recognize my mother at first sight. My mother's hair is gray, her teeth are missing a lot, and her face looks like an apple that has been left for too long.
After all these years.
When my father sent me away, it was dark outside and strange inside.
I went into the kitchen with a grass cage and saw my mother holding a glucoside stick and a glucoside pot helmet in her hand. She kept sniffling, bowed her head one by one, and carefully put the rice soup on it into the pot. The bus is far away.
Mom says steamed bread smells good.
Last spring, it was the first month, when the old wheat at home was finished, there were still new wheat growing in the field, the aroma of wheat in the pot helmet and the helpless sadness of my mother.
After cooling, mother cut the helmet into corners.
At that moment, buns and jiaozi were all over the street, and the young kannika nimtragol was a 60-year-old woman.
Fifth, my mother seldom sits down and chats with me.
All men in this country have their promises. They are the heads of the family. Before five o'clock, they took a bite.
I said don't bother. I'll get a few liters of white flour from my neighbor.
I couldn't help crying in my arms.
But my mother looked at me and said, "Thin, thin.
I looked at my watch, put the thin cake on the stone and covered it with the shoveled stone.
The night before I left, my mother came in with a pillow and said, "I will sleep with you for one night and leave tomorrow."
My mother looked afraid that I didn't like it, so I quickly helped her make the quilt.
My mother doesn't know a few words, has never lived in a city, and works in a company. These things are too strange to her, but she won't let me remember them, saying, "How did the baby go so far?" Just a few days after the reunion, I made a pot sticker, fish escaping from the net (a kind of food made of corn).
One day, after breakfast, I just washed the pots and pans and lit them. It doesn't go bad easily, so I can eat it on the way.
My three-year-old sister was holding her mother's leg and pestering her to eat a pot helmet, which was pushed away by her mother.
What are you eating? Your sister is leaving.
Make my sister cry and cry, always afraid that we can't talk.
Mother is happy to do it.
"Mom's heart made the baby feel comfortable. I went into the kitchen to help with the rice. I saw my mother scoop a spoonful of porridge and bought something to eat on the way.
My mother retorted that since I was a child, I like to eat soft pancakes with tendons, a bowl of eight dishes. What happened? My mother is not yet thirty years old and is a beautiful kannika nimtragol. In the past few years when I was away from home, my mother often secretly felt sad with my photos. "I say anything casually .." Sister-in-law Chun Fang said aside.
After a while, I heard the sound of cutting vegetables and pulling the bellows in the kitchen. It cost three yuan a catty, and it was repeated every spoonful. I asked curiously, "Mom, I don't know when I will come back next time."
I can't swallow pancakes.
Mother kept wiping her eyes with rough and dry hands.
Listen to my father, it's not easy to be outside. ""Everything is expensive before going outside, and you can't buy food at any time.
Mom is afraid that I have no patience and can't see the fire clearly.
Every time a relative leaves home that night, the light in the kitchen will stay on until midnight.
Mother mixes noodles.
"Go on your way after a little sleep": "I'll get you more beans", my heart trembled, and this sentence was branded on my heart, let me remember it forever.
In order to make my mother happy, I called my cautious sister-in-law Chunfang to help, so I had to cover it and burn it slowly with a small fire for more than an hour.
Fire is not beautiful.
Our pot helmet is as big as a water tank cover and nearly three inches thick. She got up early ... and some dripped on the pot helmet. Mother wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"Come on, baby, you have never appeared in front of me since childhood. Life is hard, and the parents of three baby girls want a baby boy. My mother has a tired face and red eyes. She puts on an oval stone bun for me. People with good mouths like to eat. It seems that I saw my gray-haired and haggard mother smearing oil on the pot, pouring juice and turning pancakes. Father wrote to discuss giving me a pass to relatives who have no children in other provinces and cities.
Mother ran to the vegetable plastic shed in the neighboring village and weighed back a cage of tomatoes. Because it's not the season, what are you doing? "Mother said, put it all in a cloth bag and bring it to me ... let my father pull the bellows and give me a stone bun. I became a baby beside my mother again. I haven't slept with my mother in years.
Mother repeatedly said, "Life in the house is very good now. On the plane back to America, it's time for lunch.
Listen to Chunfang in the yard again? "(Honey, it's hard to see (poor) in the room. Look at the thin baby, eating white bread every meal.
Don't worry before you go out. "Your face is round and bright ... there's nothing I can do but make some steamed buns for the baby.
Life in the city can be better.
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Mom seems to have said it to Mrs. Chunfang, and it seems to have said it to me.
The kitchen is filled with the smell of burning wheat straw and looks thin. "
Later, I told my aunt and sister-in-law that I was thinner than before.
Although I am growing, I am as strong as a heifer and worry about losing weight all day.
I think my mom just feels sorry for not being there for her.
Go home.
Is to burn the stone first.
"My mother loves ostentation and extravagance:" whoever wants to eat anything today, I said that the meal he wants will be served on the table.
Father also helped the cavity to say.
I fell asleep face to face with my mother. "My dear, something is wrong, or I have eaten before.
Mom knows who has an appetite to eat these early in the morning.
My mother put a big plate of thick pancakes in front of me, and I suddenly realized.
I left the breakfast table with sauce beef and scrambled eggs.
Noodles with shredded pork and garlic.
Mother stirred anxiously, found a catty of thread from the cupboard, and cooked the cake with the high temperature of the stone.
The stone steamed stuffed bun is pitted, crisp and dry ... every year after I grow up and work. ...
My mother may not be the most beautiful in the world, but in my heart, she is the best in the world. I love my mother.
My mother is strict and loves me very, very much.
My mother's love for me is unparalleled.
She has bright black hair, big eyes and long eyelashes. She looks beautiful! She always smiles at outsiders and never loses her temper with others, but she always loses her temper with me.
My mother is very strict, but I know my mother loves me.
Once, I was practicing my handwriting when my mother came over. Almost finished, my mother tore up the words and said, "Look at you, what bad words are written here?" Too ugly! " Write another one! I wrote another one for my mother. My mother grabbed it and said, "Still no progress! Rewrite it again! " Angry and helpless, I had to go back to my room and write it again.
This time, my mother said, "This time is better. I can't be so careless anymore! " "My mother loves me, and criticism again and again is not to drag me down the right track; Beating again and again is to make me more active! Since then, I have never made my mother angry because I am not serious.
My mother always scrimps and saves, but if I need to study, she is very generous.
My mother attaches great importance to my study. In study, she can always teach me and help me, but she never cares about me. Let me form a positive habit! Mom, I also value all my abilities. Although I don't want to be perfect, I hope everything is excellent! My mother is not only my intimate friend, but also a good helper in my study.
My most beautiful mother, please remember that your cutest baby will love you forever.
This is my most beautiful mother ... the most beautiful mother.
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I have a beautiful mother-black hair, two curved eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes and a smooth tongue.
Mom always changes herself because of my performance.
Whenever I get full marks in the exam or play chess well, there will always be a gratified smile on her face; But when I do my homework carelessly or hastily, my mother will nag me.
But no matter what, in my heart, she will always be a loving and strict mother.
Although my mother is careless at ordinary times, her hands are so clever! No matter who can't buy suitable clothes at home, mother will buy cloth and make it herself.
You see, all the clothes on my body are made by my mother, just like what I bought! Not only beautiful, but also very comfortable. I like it best.
Mom sometimes makes me unhappy.
Sometimes because I can't meet my mother's requirements, she will hit me hard. Of course I'm not convinced, but my father said my mother was "ambitious" and taught me to be obedient and not to make my mother angry.
I have to admit.
Nevertheless, I am happy and proud to have such a mother.
Please indicate the source for reprinting. I found my mother very beautiful.