No matter whether you are in school or stepping into the society, you are always exposed to writing. According to different genres, writing can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the sixth grade composition of grateful mother I collected for you. Welcome to read and collect it. Grateful mother's sixth grade composition 1
"the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy, carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home, but how much love has the inch-long grass, won three Chunhui." Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang the most beautiful emotion in the world ―― the love between mother and child!
I heard such a touching story: "A young mother caught up with the wolf at an amazing speed when she saw a wolf take away a baby in its infancy. In desperation, she jumped on the wolf's back. The wolf was frightened and ran for hundreds of miles, but the mother was still on the wolf. The mother beat the wolf wildly until she saved the baby."
An ordinary mother shows superhuman strength when she releases her maternal love. It can be said that the power of motherhood is better than the laws of nature. CCTV has a public service advertisement of "washing feet for her mother", the content of which is that a lady washes feet for her old mother. All this is seen by her young son, but she also imitates her mother's appearance and sends her foot washing water.
I think: Otherwise, I will wash my mother's feet once. After thinking about it, I moved to a big basin of water, and just like the little boy in the public service advertisement, I staggered to my mother. "Mom, I will wash your feet today." I squatted on the ground and said a few words. Before I finished, my mother smiled so brightly that the wrinkles on her face disappeared, and she said, "Yongkang is really grown up!"
However, when I picked up my mother's feet, I found them so dry. What a pair of feet! I touched my mother's feet with my hands, and the dried skins cut my hands like knives. There are peeling skin and some rubbing scars on toes, soles of feet and heels. Look at my small and tender feet, so smooth ...
I hold my mother's feet in one hand, gently rub them with water in the other hand, and try my best to hold back tears. Those disobedient tears keep spinning in my eyes, and I keep my head low, never letting my mother see them. But in the end, I really couldn't help it. The accumulated tears poured out at once and flowed on my mother's feet. The crystal tears were mixed with the foot washing water. I stroked my mother's feet carefully.
Q: "Mom, does it hurt?" She smiled and said, "Silly child, how can cocoons hurt? Remember? When you were a child, you were very naughty. When I washed your feet, you always slapped the water with those little feet, splashing water all over me, and you laughed. How naughty! Now that you are grown up, you can wash your mother's feet. Mom is old! "
before, my mother washed my feet. Today, I washed my mother's feet for the first time. I feel that I have suddenly grown up and can work for my mother. In the future, I will help my mother work more, take the initiative to do my homework, study hard, and be a good boy to reassure my mother. Grateful Mother Grade 6 Composition 2
Students, let's talk about a topic: What is gratitude? Some people say it is a reward; Some people say thank you. Let me tell you that gratitude actually means giving back. There are too many people who make us grateful, such as teachers, fathers, mothers and grandmothers. I cann't even count it. Then why should we be grateful? For example, after my mother gave birth to me, my father went to work in other places to make money. My mother "single-handedly" took me and did housework. Later, I broke the bowl. In retrospect, I was too ignorant when I was a child. When I was 8 years old, I often had a high fever due to my tonsils. Whenever I have a fever, I lie in bed. Late at night, I was sleeping, and my mother was afraid that I would have a high fever again, so she always stayed up all night. Every time I wake up, I find my mother still by my side. I still hold a towel on my head, and every time my tears roll in my eyes. My mother still insisted on going to work in the morning, and then I made up my mind: I must get full marks in the exam in the future to repay my mother's kindness to me.
In March, the sun is shining brightly and the flowers are colorful. This is a warm season, a season of gratitude and a season of reward. Time is like a song, remembering my mother. In our country with a long tradition of respecting the elderly, the name "mother" gives us too much now and in the future.
then how should we young pioneers be grateful? I once made an experiment, and it was an afternoon. When I came home from school, I opened the refrigerator, took out beef and coriander, sliced the beef, and then put the beef and coriander together in the pot. I only heard the sound of "cracking". I fried them with a shovel, and in a short time, the beef soup was finished. I put steaming beef soup on the table, waiting for my mother's "arrival". After a while, mom came back. When I saw the beef soup, I asked who made it while I was doing my homework. I said, "Taste it yourself." My mother tasted it and said, "You must have made it." (Because my mother had tasted it before) I nodded.
In fact, we can use other methods. I got full marks in an exam once. When I got home, I immediately told my mother about it. My mother was moved to tears and held me in her arms.
We should repay our mother and think from her point of view. In my heart, "Only a mother is good in the world" is always echoed. Thank your mother for her sixth grade composition 3
Who gave you the most sincere and cordial care during the bumpy life journey? Who cares about you and always gives you selfless dedication? Who tirelessly teaches you the truth of life? Who is worried about the trivia of your daily life? It's mother!
Every morning, mother is the first one to get up and make a delicious breakfast for you. When she looks at you when you eat, she will smile! In the evening, it's mother waiting for you to come home from school at home, and then, bring out sweet snacks! At night, it's mother sitting beside your bed, covering the quilt you opened for you, leaving a love mark on your sleeping face! These are the best testimony of maternal love!
I remember in the middle of the night, my stomach hurt badly, and my mother found me. She picked me up and rushed downstairs, standing at the intersection anxiously waiting for a taxi! About three or four minutes later, my mother couldn't wait, and she carried me to the hospital! The road from home to the hospital is more than 25 meters, and my mother ran abruptly! The doctor in the hospital concluded that I had acute appendicitis, and if I went to the hospital half an hour later, I would have to have an operation! Because I was sent to the hospital in time, I recovered after a few days of intravenous drip, which is all thanks to my mother!
afterwards, I asked my mother, how can you carry a bag of 25 kilograms of rice, and how can you have so much strength to carry me over 3 kilograms? Mom smiled and said that she didn't think much at that time, just wanted to send me to the hospital early, save every second and minimize the harm to me! It turns out that it is the powerful power of maternal love that supports and drives the mother!
Motherly love, though not as thrilling as historical epic, is not as shocking as the sea. She is like a spring rain, moistening things silently; Just like an idyllic poem, long and pure; She is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead carvings and leaving it fresh and natural; She is like an affectionate song, melodious and unforgettable.
A mother is a beacon in the sea, guiding her children in the right direction; Mother is a flower umbrella in the snow, shielding her children from the attack of the snow; Mother is a red candle burning silently, illuminating the road of life for her children!
If mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If my mother is the moon, then I am the star who holds the moon; If mother is the sun, then I am the light around the sun!
finally, I want to say, "thank you, mother! It is you who brought me to this beautiful world! It's you who gave me bright eyes, you who gave me a smart mind, you who gave me a healthy body ... and you gave me everything! " Grateful to Mother Grade 6 Composition 4
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure." Every time I sing this song, I think of my mother's love for me. My mother was pregnant in October, so I came to this wonderful world and had many friends, relatives, teachers and classmates. They all care about me very much. How happy I am! So I want to thank my mother.
My mother is very concerned about me. Even if she is tired and bitter, she won't let me suffer.
I remember one time, it was very hot, but the weather was not beautiful, so the power went out. The room is as hot as a steamer. At this time, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, and my mother was awakened by the heat. I said, "You sleep, let me help you fan." Well, I nodded. Mother shook up the fan in her hand, and a very cool wind flowed from her fan, and I fell asleep slowly. I had a sweet and fragrant dream. When I woke up, I saw my mother still fanning me, but her clothes were soaked with sweat. I care: "mom, are you okay? I'm not hot. Go to sleep!" " Mom said, "Nothing, you go to sleep." With that, I fell asleep again.
another time, after school, it was raining cats and dogs. I was waiting for my mother to send me an umbrella at school. Soon, my mother's familiar figure appeared in the rain. My mother came over and covered me with an umbrella, and more than half of her body was wet by the rain. "Mom, lean over the umbrella!" " Mother was silent, smiled and shook her head. I don't know if it was sweat or rain that flowed down her cheeks.
In the past, my mother asked me to do some housework, but I was very reluctant. Even if I did it, it was perfunctory. As a result, my mother did it herself. In the evening, I haven't slept since my mother came back from overtime. I'm watching TV. In the morning, I always sleep in. I can't recite by heart, and I often lose my temper. It really worries my mother! In the future, I will definitely get rid of these bad habits and take the initiative to help my mother do some housework as much as I can. Because I am a fifth-grade student, I should learn to cook and cook like an adult, so that my mother can stop worrying.
maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I want my mother to know that I am grown up and sensible now, and I don't want my teacher to worry about it at school and my mother to worry about it at home. Study hard, repay your mother with excellent grades, and be a useful person to society!
thank you, mom! Grateful for my mother's sixth grade composition 5
I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, the dream had already flown somewhere. -Inscription
It's late at night. Looking at my roommate's familiar face and listening to her loud voice, I can't sleep anyway. I can't help but think of my mother who has worked hard for me all day. It has an unspeakable taste and a deep paste in my heart.
when I was a child, I always laughed at my mother for being ugly, and she didn't say anything. After a long time, I heard a gentle sigh from my mother. When I was a child, I was not sensible and never felt sad about it.
once, because I didn't listen carefully in class, I only got 71 points in the Chinese exam. I was at a loss and trudged home. I don't know why, today's road was so short. On the way, I met acquaintances, so I bowed my head shyly and looked up to see their mocking eyes. Before I knew it, I was standing at my own door, and my mother had prepared food and waited. I can't help it. I burst into my mother's arms with a "wow" and burst into tears. I know, my mother's tears are very iron tears!
Mom, when I was a child, my daughter did too many things that made you sad. Now, when my daughter has grown up, she knows those "hateful" practices when she was a child. My daughter is sorry for you! But I still don't have the courage to admit my mistake to you. I can only say sorry to you one hundred times and ten thousand times in this article. I hope you can forgive your daughter. "Mom, I want to say something to you, but I can't swallow it."
Mother, I see the wrinkles around your eyes, and I also see your gray hair on your temples. This is the trace carved by ruthless years! No matter how beautiful a person is, he can't escape the ravages of time. I hate the old man, who took away your beautiful youth. I know the truth that there is no mother who doesn't love her children, but she is not good at talking, dear mother!
Dear Mom, it will be the 6th birthday of my mother in a few days. I am proud of my two mothers. On this sacred day, I have the same high respect and sincere admiration for them. I wish you and your mother the best of luck! Grateful for my mother's sixth grade composition 6
Today is Women's Day on March 8th. In order to celebrate my mother's holiday, I decided to make a refined card for her myself. How to make a greeting card? Just when I was at my wit's end, my mother's usual inculcation and meticulous care for me suddenly appeared in front of me. I suddenly felt that I was very sorry for my mother. When she had a backache, I didn't help her beat her back. When she was tired for a day, I didn't help her wash the dishes. When she was thinking about it, it was warm. At this time, I told myself that I should not cry, but should express my love for my mother through actions. Thinking of this, I wiped my tears and decided to make a greeting card. What shape should I cut? Suddenly, it occurred to me that I should cut it into a heart shape. Most of the hearts are rose red. Why is it a heart shape? Because the heart can express one meaning, that is, I love you! Of course, perfection is essential. I drew one picture after another, but they all didn't look good. It took me more than ten minutes to cut a satisfactory figure. I brought some colored paper, a pair of scissors and a double-sided tape. I fold my love in half, cut off some extra exposed ones with scissors, cut the yellow colored paper into strips, put double-sided adhesive on one of them, then slowly tear off the white paper stuck on the glue body and carefully stick the yellow strip on the broken line between the hearts. Cut a smaller love, put double-sided tape on the back of it, then tear it off and stick it in the middle of the big love, and then draw a circle around the big love with a yellow pencil. In the blank, I wrote in blue ink: My mother is a quilt in the winter night. When I am shivering, my caring and warmth make me sleep peacefully; Mother is a bright light in the dark. When I lose my way, vague light and hope make me find my way. Mother is ...
I also drew two hearts together, which means that I will always be my mother's intimate little cotton-padded jacket, and this little cotton-padded jacket will never catch fire! I also drew a yellow rose. I heard from others that yellow represents luck, so I hope luck can follow my mother for life!
in the evening, my mother came back from work. I opened the door with a smiling face. Looking at my enthusiasm, my mother was uncomfortable. I smiled and said, "Happy Women's Day on March 8th!" Say that finish, then