The Influence of My Mother on My Life 800 Words

Since I understand so far, because every day with my mother to spend time together, the relationship is also the most intimate, but also because of my mother's weekday discipline is very strict. The following is the article I have carefully organized for you, I hope it will help you.

Part I: My mother's influence on me

is too much love, so sometimes they will spoil their children, is too much love, so sometimes they will be so cold that you despair, the mother is like a coin, there will always be two sides, and in the end is a coin. Tenderness, the mother seems to be a rose, always give us a fragrance, but also like a thick quilt, we wrapped tightly, but also like the sun that does not fall, always light sunshine on the earth, this kind of drowning tenderness to bring people touched and influence is far less than the kind of cold like,? Ruthless?d love. There are as many verses describing tender love of a mother's love as there are hairs of that soft and slender beauty, and it is the cold love that is the focus of what I want to describe. We will not understand that color when our mother is angry; when we are used to having the light on, we can no longer withstand the purgatory of darkness; when we are used to eating jelly, we can no longer appreciate the pungency of eating walnuts; when we are used to sailing away with the wind, we can no longer stand the nasty countercurrent. If our mother loves us, we are happy to accept it, but if she criticizes us, we will be angry, we are often some grass growing on the top of the mountain, which mountain lifts us up and lets us touch the clouds, we will be proud of it, but we, the grass, are the ones who grow on the top of the mountain! Mother and we grow together, is how many times she educated and criticized us, we can grow, she said with tears? Today you are not allowed to eat, you do wrong things to be punished? , but how many times she sent the spoon to our mouths. When we talked back to our mother, she didn't get angry. She didn't get angry when we fought at school. When we stole other people's money to go to the Internet cafe, she only said softly? The food is getting cold, eat it quickly? Finally, one day, I broke the taboo of lying. Mother changed the past soft, look in a trance, breathing is very difficult, forehead veins protruding, face like dust, eyes do not look like eyes, but more like the mouth, to convey a dangerous signal, she repeatedly hard to raise their hands, and suddenly put down, mouth slightly moving, ? You reflect on yourself, is it right to lie? The mother lifted her head up, ?nI should apologize and make amends to the teacher? She spoke louder and louder, shouting and hissing at the top of her lungs, as if she were a murderer's executioner, wielding a knife at all times, while her hair was like a bundle of tangled twine, and like a fishing net covering her,? Who says I love you, I will not spare you,? Her cheeks were like two furrows, ready for something to drip, she was crying so hard. She swept her hand toward the table as if she were going to hit me with a cane, but her eyes were already wet, and she seemed to retract her hand because she couldn't see, and she took off her glasses and wiped her tears with her hand with the only breath she had left, and she stiffened and said ? I won't spare you, you'll get worse at this rate,? Glasses of tears glistening, that bright light is like an energy-saving lamp that illuminates everything, the mother paused for a moment, adjusting her voice, at this point no longer crying, she looked at me, and then focused on the cane? I hated her so much that as the cane came together and fell, I no longer knew who I was. But then I realized that her way was another interpretation of Gao Rio's love for his daughter in "Gao Lao Tou", a reenactment of Shangguan Lu's God who drove his son out after learning that spoiling would eventually harm him. It is too much love, too much love.

Part II: My mother's influence on me

Poor look in the middle of the sky, extremely entertaining swim in the flawless day, the sky and the earth, only to see Taiyuan Gongzi? The first time I left this place, I was at home on all four continents. The majestic atmosphere of the Duke of Taiyuan, and the youngest son of the Duke of Shaobo, are all in the same place. The moon in the mountains is blowing the Qiang flute, and there is no more sorrow in the golden chamber. and Taibai? Raising his head to look at the bright moon. The most important thing is to think of your hometown. However, what moved me the most was Mr. Dong Ye's "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the thread in the hands of a wandering son. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son? The most touching of all is Mr. Dong Ye's sincere hymn. They have spoken the truth about the Home This is the most familiar and unfamiliar term, which makes us hold on to it for a lifetime. Sunday, I look forward to 156 hours, when the fifth period bell ringing in the ear, I will be crazy like rushing out of the school door, stepped on the car to go home, like a big river broke the embankment, out of the heart? And when I looked back at the purgatory-like campus, a trace of relief swept through my heart. Yes, there are too many confinements, too high pressure, and the waves of the sea of questions are too fierce. I don't know when, have numbed the exams again and again, have gotten used to a black and white ranking list. Although it is very helpless, but in the highly competitive class scores represent everything, even though you have a glorious past, but that is the past, now you just have to lower your head to learn desperately. High school life is an unknown dream, it waits for me to write my own share of history. When I was thinking about it, my home was near. Standing in front of the house, a long-lost mood, a feeling of déjà vu filled the heart. Gently pushed open the door, everything inside is so friendly, put down the luggage, into the kitchen, do a good job of cooking, waiting for the return of family members. I'm back! A familiar word broke the calm. Look up, is to meet the mother's smiling face, can not help but see the mother's hair through the traces of white snow, the heart of a move, I know that hidden inside is a sincere, a gentle, a love. The corners of the mouth slightly raised, gently? The corners of my mouth rose slightly, and I gently? The corners of my mouth were slightly raised, and I softly answered with a "uh-huh". Come on, come over here and let me take a look. My mother was pulling me to the light. "You're thin again," she said. I looked at my mother and laughed. No, I think I'm getting fat. Eat more, don't starve! Mother was nagging me as usual! Under the dim light, the family talked and laughed as they ate the dishes fried by my mother's hands, which were not delicious, but better than delicious food, just because there was a special flavor in them! Outside the house, the moon has climbed over the treetops, hot summer, but no wind blowing. Oh, perhaps even the heavens can not bear to disturb the mother-daughter get-together pull up the mother, strolling together in the square, chatting up? Home, is always a piece of pure land in the heart, always exist in the depths of our hearts, lingering. All the emotions of the heart, seven brewed into honey, the remaining three tsunami into the fighting spirit, a school door will be with the sky long. Home? Mother of me, but can not resist? Who said that grass heart, to get three spring sunshine? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

Part III: Mother's influence on me

The sound of rain through the window door, from the window in, echoing in my ears. With the sound of the rain close, the swirl of memories swirled back in the long-lost nerves? In the past time tunnel, I was confused, empty, troubled, struggling, but I know all the emotions, there will be a transition, there is a reincarnation, and not over the chop, and in which the factors that make you come through are invaluable. About mother's love, there is always such a timeless topic space can let you fill, renew the love that happened to you. Mom, a very affectionate name, but I haven't used it for a long time. Followed by slowly growing up, I have not used mom, naturally changed to call it ? Mom? Really old? No, just think that the figure of the mother with their own closer and closer, and life closer and closer. Mom, she is not like the "Meng mother three moves" in the Meng mother, she has her unique way. I remember when I was small, very stupid, from kindergarten to the third grade, my math is the mother she brought up. Often do not do the subject, was sitting on the side of the mom and cry, but every time you cry, mom will say:? Crying what to cry, cry useful ah, crying can be done out ah. Once also because of the fear of mom scolded, do not dare to count with the fingers, while mom does not pay attention to, with the eyes buckle toes count. Mom is angry, the method of teaching, can be described as beating, scolding, twisting all施. Because of the night homework to write out, think a long time to write out, make sleep sleep over the head, see the time is too late, get done after brushing your teeth and washing your face, turn your head and go, breakfast can not be taken care of. Mom looked up and yelled: eat or not? I didn't answer, I managed to move forward. Then, the mother ran over to pull my hair, with the palm of the hand to slap me, twisted me, I can only cry. I can only cry. I didn't say anything. Mom picked up the broom with a broom stick to beat me, my body lying on the stairs to let mom scolding, hold to the end, only to say dare not, I dare not, will eat breakfast. At this point, mom's voice choked. Now look back and think about it, is their own fault, feel quite unintelligent, can not understand the heart of the mother, in fact, sometimes her idea is very simple, is not to let you go hungry, so that you try to study hard, for their own good. But then I really think that mom is a devil, a lot of things are bottled up in the heart, do not dare to say to mom, very afraid of mom. Growing up, and mom's distance seems to be getting closer and closer, into the university is also the more obvious, mom became? The home? From time to time, I look forward to the cell phone screen is displayed on the home number, hear is the mother voice. Now mom, very good, from the bottom of my heart to admire, love my mother. Mom she is very tolerant of my stubbornness, very patient with me, give me time to let me slowly change themselves, will not say to me you can not. Very enjoy the love of mom, but also enjoy? I'm very happy with my mom's love, and I also enjoy my family. I enjoy the love of my mom, and I also enjoy all the things that my family has provided me with. Perhaps, people are like this, do not know satisfied to accept the love from the surrounding, do not know satisfied to enjoy it.