I always smile when I see such bright red, and I feel like I'm floating all the way. Grandma's home is in a remote mountain village, where there is a custom to tie two pieces of red cloth on the rearview mirror of the car, so that the drivers will be safe. Such a deep warmth, such a deep concern, is naturally done by grandma, and I have always thought so since I was a child.
As the sun sets, the sky is filled with thick red, and even the snow on the roadside is reflected hazy and beautiful. The red stripes on the rearview mirror are particularly active today, waving their arms and spinning excitedly.
I looked at him and smiled happily. It was New Year's Eve, and it was a day of reunion with grandparents. My careful grandmother had to tie up new care for my father. A hearty New Year's Eve dinner is essential. Under the orange light, the family smiled happily.
I walked out of the door alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited gorgeous fireworks. Occasionally I found a shadow in front of my father's car: gray hair, heavy Chinese tunic suit and some worn cotton shoes, shivering in the snow. Grandpa! He bent down slowly. He remembered that his tall grandfather was so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind was about to blow it down.
The pain in my heart is more like helping my grandfather in the past. But curiosity made me choose to wait quietly.
Grandpa carefully took off the red stripe on the rearview mirror and stuffed it in his pocket like a baby. After a silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new red strips.
Is it grandpa who has been silently caring for so many years? In my impression, grandpa and dad are not like a father and son at all. They never say hello and seldom talk. It's just that every time I send us home, grandpa looks at me affectionately and seems to be full of affection. Grandpa always likes to hold my hand and gently touch my head with his wrinkled hand. He said, "What a clever boy, just like his father …" Grandpa was thinking about how to tie the cloth, tied it carefully and shook it again. Leave the beating flame, it warms this cold winter night ... On New Year's Day, my father has a task at work, and we have to leave there. I watched grandpa's figure fade away and disappear in the rearview mirror.
This accidental look back suddenly made me understand the deep love in grandpa's deep eyes. The red stripes dancing in the wind are still red, warming our hearts. Dad reached out and touched the flame gently. I seemed to understand grandpa's same affection from the smile on her mouth.
I happened to find (seconds) that my father is a piece of Wang Yang sea, and I am a boat in the sea. Although I sailed in the embrace of the sea all day, I couldn't understand the vastness of the sea until that night ... That night, my father took my elderly grandfather from the countryside and discussed renovating his house. Grandpa's life is very difficult.
He worked as a construction worker, sold coolies, and just sent his father to the threshold of college with a black steamed stuffed bun ... whenever his father mentioned this, his serious face was a little gentle, and his cold eyes were full of tears. At dinner that day, father Jing, who has always been serious, became particularly easy-going.
It not only talks to Grandpa slowly, but also drinks some wine to Grandpa from time to time, picks out the fishbone in Grandpa's bowl and tells his mother to cook more cooked and chewy meals next time ... "Dad, be sure to eat enough!" Father said softly. I can clearly see that grandpa's eyes are red.
After dinner, my father said that grandpa had been here for a long time and asked me to put down my homework to accompany him. I sat next to my grandfather, and my father brought him a cup of hot tea to listen to his grandfather's story about his hometown ... My father sometimes interrupted, sometimes meditated, sometimes his face was filled with happiness, and sometimes he showed homesickness ... After washing his face, my father brought him a basin of water and a basin of hot water.
He gently took off his grandpa's shoes and slowly put his grandpa's feet in the water to rub. Grandpa feels a little sick. He shook his hand and said, "When I came, your mother said that my son is promising, so don't wash my feet. It's a joke. " Father stayed for a while and said, "Dad, but I'm still your son!" " "When I said this, my father's face was filled with happiness and pride, while my grandfather's eyes were filled with tears of happiness.
After washing his feet, dad helped grandpa into the room and replaced the towel quilt with a blanket. That night, I couldn't sleep anymore.
My father's actions and words flashed in my mind from time to time. It was an accidental discovery, and I was surprised to find my father's gentle side. Those things are not accidental, because my father's love for my grandfather will never change.
That accidental discovery will make me understand my father's beginning. That accidental discovery will make me a key to open the door of life, and that accidental discovery will become a valuable asset of my life.
Occasionally I find my father's gentle side, and I may see a silhouette of my father. However, I want to sail my boat. I set sail, learn from my father's interpretation of "love" in his father's sea, and start the road of life! I came across that my father never cared about my feelings. I always thought so.
Until that accidental discovery-that was the second day of junior high school, in order to prepare for the Piano Band 5 exam, I practiced hard every day, carefully recorded the music, and played it over and over again, striving for perfection. Finally, on the day of the grade examination, I came to the examination room with a nervous mood and imagined the scene when I got the Grade Five certificate.
After a while, I heard someone calling my name. I walked into the examination room with confidence and began to play. A beautiful melody flew out from my fingers and echoed in that small room ... Just as I was intoxicated with the wonderful music I played, an unexpected thing happened-the pedal at my foot was empty, and in an instant, my fingers seemed to be out of control.
Helpless, in the teacher's sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room. No sooner had I left the piano door than my tears welled up.
It's really hard. I practiced so hard, but there was no result. I naturally don't know where my confidence went. When I got home, I threw away the practice music, tore up the plan of practicing the piano, and sat alone in the room in a daze.
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2. Whose mother is the most beautiful? My mother is the most beautiful. 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.
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.
4. The fifth grade composition "Mom is the most beautiful in my eyes" 400-word composition is the most beautiful in my eyes.
In everyone's heart, his mother is beautiful
When I was a child, I would cry and make a scene at home every day, but my mother said to me like a magician, "Baby, will mom show you a magic trick?" As she spoke, her mother turned herself into a few sweets and a car. At this time, I immediately stopped crying and stared at my mother's food and play. After a while, the magic mother made a lot of things I like. At this time, I stopped crying and smiled instead.
Story mom
When I was in kindergarten, my mother was a storyteller.
Every night, my mother will tell me a story and let me fall asleep slowly in the ocean of stories.
Whenever I cry at home, my mother will tell me a story. Whenever I talk about the part of the story, my mother will stop and smile and say to me, "If you don't cry, I'll keep talking, and then I won't cry." Whenever I have a question, I will ask my mother inexplicably. " How did the little match girl turn out? Then my mother will make up stories for me.
Umbrella mother
At school, my mother was an umbrella mother.
Every time it rains cats and dogs, my mother braves the heavy rain and comes to pick me up from school with an umbrella. Once, my mother was ill. Just after school, there was earth-shattering thunder and downpour. I am young, but I can only wait there, waiting for the miracle to come. After a while, I heard someone calling me. When I saw it, it was my mother. I flew to my mother like an arrow.
Is mom beautiful in our eyes? What mother does to us is nothing more than a kind of maternal love, like a sweet spring, pure and beautiful.
It was a stormy afternoon, and it took less than 400 words to tell your most beautiful virtue, mom.
After school, it was raining cats and dogs outside the classroom. Like falling. Flooded the streets, the dark clouds in the sky became a whole, just like an ugly devil's face, overlooking everything on the ground. Soon, a thin figure appeared outside the classroom-it was mom! I can't wait to rush out of the classroom and go downstairs with my mother.
Downstairs, I froze, and the rain actually climbed to my knees! Just as I was about to go out, my mother stopped me and said, "This water is dirty. Let my mother carry you. " I shook my head and said, "No, I grew up." Mother said firmly, "No, you must listen to me!" " "After that, my mother walked step by step in this cold water with an umbrella and a raincoat behind my back. Every step, my heart is like being stung by thousands of silver needles.
Halfway through, the rain as big as soybeans is getting heavier and the wind is blowing hard. I am very worried that my mother will catch a cold. Unexpectedly, my mother put me down and panted to me, "Be careful of catching cold!" " "Then she took out a coat from her backpack and handed it to me. I pushed it back and said, "No, you can wear it." Mother's expression suddenly became serious and said, "put it on quickly, don't delay!" " "I have to put on this coat. At this moment, I think this coat is warmer and more comfortable than any other clothes. ...
Although my mother hasn't done any great career and has no great body, she shines on me and warms me like the sun behind her. She will always be the irreplaceable and most beautiful mother in my heart.
6. Write a composition about what kind of mother is the most beautiful, 300 words. My mother is the most beautiful in my eyes.
Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath.
Once, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. I haven't eaten at home yet, and my mouth is watering. Mom smiled and told me not to worry, and took the melon into the kitchen to cut it. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me and my father one piece each, one piece with less seeds and sweeter meat. We ate so much that watermelons dripped everywhere. After eating, the melon skin is still littered. At this time, it was my mother who silently picked up every piece of watermelon skin that we littered and threw it into the trash can. It was my mother who wiped the watermelon water that flowed everywhere with a rag. Finally, my mother picked up the one with the most melon seeds and the unripe melon meat, walked aside and ate it silently.
But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. When I was in primary school, I always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her daughter, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.
Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring." At this moment, I want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are the most beautiful in my eyes."
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7. Please regard your mother as the most beautiful. My mother is kind, beautiful, generous, healthy, knowledgeable, hardworking and considerate. She is the best person in the world.
Without my mother, I will be unhappy all my life. Because she cares about me so much and takes care of me so much.
Therefore, I can't lack my mother. In life, my mother cares and takes care of me in every possible way.
I remember one day, I felt very uncomfortable and went to bed early. I suddenly threw up a bed and a quilt in the middle of the night.
My mother quickly helped me make the bed, then touched my face and forehead and found that I had a fever. My mother knows a little about medicine, so she quickly gave me half a paracetamol and a security card.
Because it can reduce fever and diminish inflammation. My mother worked hard all night because I didn't sleep a wink.
Another time, my foot was accidentally cut by glass and I lost a lot of blood. My mother bandaged my wound and watched my mother's warm hands busy again and again. My eyes are moist, and I feel my mother's love. In learning, my mother also spent a lot of effort.
Every day after I finish my homework, my mother will browse my homework and explain the wrong topics to me until I understand them. The next step is to listen to me finish my oral English and reading homework.
Only then did I go to bed and my mother began to have time to deal with her own affairs. In order to make my body strong, my mother also tried her best to cook me the most delicious, nutritious and appetizing food.
If I lose my mother, it will affect my daily life, hobbies, academic performance and so on. Because mom is the best person in the world, she is so gentle and kind.
If I lose my mother, I will miss her very much and think of a song "Only my mother is good in the world". From here, I feel my mother's love and feel that my mother is the best person in the world.
My mother is the most beautiful mother in my mind.
8. Write a 500-word composition with the most beautiful mother in the family as the theme. In what mood did I write these two words-the most sacred and greatest word in the world.
In fact, I dare not write this article. I'm afraid my shallow words have desecrated this kind of unspeakable affection, but I have to write, because that kind of passionate feelings are burning in my chest and will come out of generate. Besides, that's because my mother likes reading my composition best. My mother has always said that I am the best gift from God, and it is because of my existence that she has worked hard for so many years without complaining. My family is a little special. We have been living with our grandparents for more than ten years.
From the small dilapidated houses in the countryside to the small bungalows in the city, from the small bungalows in the city to today's three rooms and one living room, the ups and downs have never been separated. menstruation has lived in our house for a long time because of unemployment. Some people say, "the most difficult thing to get along with is the mother-in-law." Now, can we get along with another "aunt" However, over the years, my mother and in-laws have never been at odds. The two old people praised his daughter-in-law for being good to everyone and were closer than their own daughters. However, I know my mother's hardships. Heavy housework and work portrayed the wrinkles on her face, dyed her hair white, and turned her from a white and strong girl into a haggard and weak daughter-in-law, wife and mother. I sometimes see her staring blankly with an old photo album. When I approached it, I saw her beautiful youth printed on it. I tried to comfort my mother, but she kept smiling and said to me, "People are always old, and my mother doesn't regret it. At least I once had it, at least God let me have you." Then I understood that on the day I was born, I was all my mother's hope and motivation. She can work silently for decades because she loves me and her family. I was moved by my mother's broad love. I have no reason and can't not return all my love. When I was a child, whenever Mother's Day came, I always bought my mother a small gift, and whenever I mysteriously held the gift from behind, my mother was so happy that she would excitedly show off to her colleagues "My daughter bought it for me"! When my colleagues cast envious eyes, my mother's smile became more brilliant. In my opinion, this is the happiest and most beautiful expression in the world. When I grow up and study hard, I won't buy my mother any more presents. I will prove my love with excellent results and practical actions. At this time, I can still see my mother's bright smiling face.
My mother's heart and mine are closely linked. I never have any secrets in front of her. My mother knows everything about me. She never objects to my dating boys, because she trusts me completely, and she knows that I never do anything to disappoint her. I am often deeply proud of having such a happy mother. After living on campus, I seldom see my mother. I always strongly say to my family and classmates, "I don't want home!" " "But every time my mother comes, I get excited for several days. It's a late autumn morning. My mother came to see me at school very early, wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind, but the care in her eyes was still so eager and warm. My mother brought me hot boiled eggs and freshly baked bean paste buns, and she didn't even care about her own dishes in order to catch up. She looked at me, speechless. My mother said eagerly, "Don't become speechless. "Besides, it's cold, put on more clothes and take care of yourself-"I don't remember how I waved goodbye to my mother, but through my tears, I saw her figure drifting away-I stood in the autumn wind and cried helplessly. I really want to leave my mother, even if I stay one more second! My strong "lie" turned out to be just lying to myself. It turns out that my thoughts about my mother have never stopped! Mother is a poem that can never be written, and mother is a song that can never be sung. This is like the maternal love of the ocean, which I can't repay all my life.