Mother topic composition 1 mother, I love you!
I saw the hairline on your temple. Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night. That day, you lifted your hair and went to the mirror and said, Time and tide wait for no man! Mom, your smile made me understand the feelings I can't hide.
I see that your hardworking hands, once smooth arms, have gradually become wrinkled. I stroked the hard cocoon of your palm that day and distinguished the dense lines on the back of your hand. You pulled out your hand in shock. Mom, your alarm made me feel unspeakable distress.
I see your tired eyes. The woman with bright eyes and white teeth is getting old. Your eyes are no longer clear, but you still send me warm eyes. Your gentleness and beauty are no longer dazzling in the passage of time. But, mom, your concern keeps me full of strength.
Mom, I love you!
For peace, work hard day and night, tirelessly, and ask for nothing in return.
Whenever I come home and see you busy doing housework, I always want to grow up quickly so that you are no longer tired.
Whenever I see you sleeping on the sofa waiting for me to come back at night, I always want to kiss your cheek and let you sleep.
I said, mom, let me grow up quickly, let me go shopping with you, let me cook for you, let me put you to bed, and let me help you cover up. ...
You say, silly child, you have to work when you grow up, so how can you have so much time with me?
Mom, you are always like this, thinking only of me. Your love has filled the void in my life. Your love illuminates the road of my life.
People say that geese cross without a trace. I said, love is perfect! Although the love you gave me is traceless, it is really engraved in my heart, which warms my heart and keeps me moving forward.
Gratitude is a bright flower. Without it, the world will become dull. Gratitude is the warm sunshine. Without it, the world will become dark. Gratitude is a spring rain, without which the dust in people's hearts can't be washed away.
Mother is like a wall, blocking the wind and rain and the scorching sun, so that our baby can grow sturdily; Mother is like a kind mother bird, stroking my delicate feathers with loving hands every day.
My mother is like a wall, sheltering me from the wind and rain, caring for me like a mother bird, and often giving me guidance and encouragement when I am depressed.
I remember once, after school, I failed in the exam and my classmates left happily. I was the only one who slowly packed my schoolbag, and my "tears ball" kept spinning in my eyes. Along the way, I saw the rising sun as if to say, "Hehe, what a fool." I heard birds chirping as if laughing at me, and finally tears welled up in my eyes.
When I got home, my mother saw me so sad and asked why. But my mother didn't blame and scold me after knowing it, but comforted me; "Son, can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" After listening to my mother's words, I stopped my sad tears. I study harder.
Twelve years, in these twelve years, no matter what I meet, my mother will face it with me. She has paid too much for me, as deep as the sea and as wide as the blue sky. I should repay her-my mother with my good grades.
I thank my mother for everything she has done for me.
This is a great love that I can never repay. I thank my mother.
My mother is a kind person and has cared about me since she was a child. I didn't listen to her in particular. But she took good care of me.
I am here to thank my mother, my teacher for everything she has done for me and her tireless care for me. Although I am disobedient, you can still take care of me. Thank you.
Motherly love is the greatest magical power and the driving force of all life. When I succeeded, when she blessed me, she still did not forget to tell me-win without arrogance and lose with grace. When I failed, she gave me the strength to stand up again; Tell me-ups and downs can't erase my firm belief. When I fell, it was her stern eyes that told me; Get up from where you fell. Look at the distance and take every step again, and face all the ups and downs of life with a smile.
Mom, thank you for taking care of me in the past 12 years. I can't repay this kindness, but I can make you shine with my impressive achievements. I remember the "history" before I stepped into the five small doors, which really impressed me.
My hukou is in my hometown Daqing. I should have attended Daqing primary school, but in order to get a better education, you decided to let me attend primary school in Fuyang, but things are not as simple as you think. I can't attend without a certificate. Alas! What should I do?
You are busy for me every day, especially your mother, who runs around every day, giving gifts and putting in good words. I can't eat or sleep every day, and I feel that I was born a burden ... Once I said to my mother, "Forget it, Mom, don't be busy, I'll go back to Daqing Primary School! You can learn knowledge anyway. Isn't it all the same there? " My heart is very complicated, and I have a deep sense of loss when I say it. After all, it's hard to say goodbye to the opportunity to study in the city. "no! No way! We want to give you a superior learning environment! " As soon as a powerful voice fell, the telephone rang "Rinrin Bell". "What? Really? Great! Then I will let Wo Shimin prepare! " Mother's gaunt face showed a long-lost smile. "WoShiMin, I tell you a good news! You have the opportunity to study in the fifth primary school. If you pass their exam, you will become a member of the fifth primary school! " I am so excited that my mother's work has achieved results. This opportunity was bought with her efforts.
God helps those who help themselves. I got "A+", "A+" and "A+" in the exam and became a part of (1).
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "I know that if I want to repay my mother, I can only use my sweat, my efforts and my glory.
Today is Mother's Day. My mother bought a dress for my grandmother as a gift.
I think although my mother has a bad temper and often gets angry because of a little thing, for me, washing clothes, cooking and tuition every day. . . Take care of me and care about me. So I found a blank postcard that said: thank you for your love for me and wish my mother a happy holiday. I must study hard and be a good boy.
After my mother came home from work, I gave her the postcard. Mom says I've grown up.
After school, I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and fly home. Hungry five zang-organs temple is already making an "empty city plan"! I am in a hurry to move reinforcements immediately. "mom! Mom! " As soon as I entered the door, suddenly, a fragrance came to my nose, which made me be elated. ...
"mom! Mom! " I ran into the kitchen and saw my mother cooking my favorite mushroom chicken soup. My mother turned to me and asked, "Little baby! Are you hungry? " My mother asked me softly, and a kind of unspeakable happiness suddenly overflowed my whole body. ...
Today is my birthday. My mother said that she would cook her specialty for me to celebrate the tenth birthday of Little Beauty. She wants to make my favorite scrambled eggs with corn and chicken soup with mushrooms. My mother's cooking is better than that of a five-star hotel!
Dad said: "it is the happiness of our family for a lifetime to eat the rice and vegetables cooked by mom!" " "When my mother is cooking in the kitchen, I always see my mother smiling happily and eating every delicious food in an orderly and unhurried way.
Since kindergarten, I like watching my mother cook in the kitchen. My mother is fine. You only need to give her a cookbook, plus a pair of skillful hands and a clever mother, you can make a dazzling' good dish', which will make everyone feel incredible and full of praise! In my mind, my mother's major is the best in the world, and no one can do it better than her. We can eat such delicious food because of our mother's heart, because every dish is full of mother's love, so every bite is full of happiness!
The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day. On this day, my mother specially went to buy food and cooked food for us. My mother and I wandered around the vegetable market and went to the cake shop. I bought a cake of taro pudding for my mother, because I want to thank her for letting me grow up safely, so I want to help her have a happy Mother's Day! When I grow up, I will cook a series of good dishes to comfort my mother's hard work. Here, I will always thank my mother and bless her forever: "happiness!" " "
Mother Topic Composition Article 7 Dear Mother:
Hello!
It's been 12 years. In this 12 year, you have done a lot for me, but what have I done for you? If the teacher hadn't said this Sunday was Mother's Day, I would have forgotten such an important day. I've never given you anything before, but my mother is growing up. It is not easy to know your hard work, but it breaks your heart again and again.
I was the apple of your father's eye when I was a child. You held me in your arms and held me in your mouth, afraid that I would fall. You love me so much, but I don't cherish it at all. I didn't realize until I grew up that my parents' love for me is the most precious, and we should cherish it.
Mom, I'm sorry. My daughter is not sensible and always refutes you again and again. If something goes wrong, you will know that you will lose your temper when you go home. It was your mother who comforted me when I was sad. When I encounter problems in my study, you always teach me to look for answers patiently. Thinking of this, my daughter bowed her head in shame at the thought of contradicting you every time.
I remember once, you saw a public service advertisement. A little boy saw his mother carrying water to wash his grandmother's feet, and he also learned from his mother to fetch a basin of water to wash his mother's feet. His mother was very moved. You read it and said, "What a good boy." At that time, I was still thinking that my mother was naive. What's the big deal about watching a public service advertisement? But now think about me.
My mother received it, and the classmates were discussing what gift to give my mother. I was thinking, too. Finally, I came up with the best gift for my mother, which is to give her a test paper. The result is true. Buying things for my mother with money is not our own money, but my mother usually gives me pocket money. In fact, Mother's Day doesn't necessarily require a gift from your mother, as long as you have a filial piety.
Don't worry, mom, I'll remember your words. I will study hard and repay your kindness in the future.
Your daughter: Zhao Tongtong.
One night after the summer, 48-year-old Li Guizhen rode an electric car home from work as usual, and there was an express parcel from other places on his desk, which contained a book with a light yellow cover.
The sender is a daughter studying in Yunnan University, and her master's thesis-Mother's Story: Social Communication and Self-Construction of a Laid-off Female Worker is contained in the parcel.
Li Guizhen is the dormitory administrator of a middle school in a city in western Yunnan. This middle-aged woman who always mops the floor in the corner, washes school uniforms and brushes sneakers used to be an announcer of a large local military factory, and even the villagers in the nearby town have heard her voice.
Today, she is just an unremarkable laid-off female worker at the bottom of society, but her 25-year-old daughter has spent more than two years writing a graduation thesis of more than 40,000 words.
Mother is a weak individual, a humble particle in the world.
Along the bumpy gravel road, the car drove into a sparsely populated ravine and finally stopped in a triangular clearing.
Li Guizhen got off the bus and looked in good spirits. She pointed to the front and said, "This is our trade union, that is the ballroom, that is the film studio, and my studio is above the film studio."
This scene made Jiang Yicheng, the daughter standing by, very curious. At that time, the graduate student majoring in communication in Yunnan University was preparing her master's thesis, and she wanted to study the collective memory of employees in the "third-line factory". Going back to my hometown to attend my parents' party is part of my field trip.
Jiang Yicheng is a standard "third-line child". Her parents, grandparents and uncle all belong to a uranium smelter code-named "State-owned No.7 Mine".
The triangle at the foot of Li Guizhen and Jiangyicheng used to be the center of the whole mining area. This time, my daughter went back to her hometown to report on the third-line construction. Before and after running, she helped to contact her old colleagues and took her daughter to the retirement settlement, so that the old people could tell the glorious memory of "how many days the mining team worked hard."
Jiang Yicheng didn't notice his mother's abnormal behavior at first. For her, her mother is just one of her many interviewees. However, her mother's performance at the party was different from usual, which made her wonder why this mother, who was a little sensitive at home and once didn't like contact with the outside world, would be so happy and talkative after returning to the "Seven Mines". What kind of time did she experience there and what kind of blow did she encounter after leaving the mine?
After returning to school, Jiang Yicheng went to the tutor's office to report the progress of the paper. When chatting, she inadvertently mentioned the psychological changes after her mother was laid off and went out to work. The instructor sitting opposite lit up: "This reflects the development of people's self-cognition." The tutor recommended her to go back and read the book Mind, Self and Society by American scholar george meade.
"People's mind and self are completely the products of society." There is such an assertion in the book.
Jiang Yicheng began to re-examine the most familiar interviewee. "Mother is a weak individual, a humble particle in the world, but why do you think she is so powerful at the moment? If the torrent of the times always affects people, people are helpless, but people can also resist, adapt and change. " She wrote in her paper.
The girl realized that the development and change of the "Seven Mines" that she should have explored had already been intertwined with her mother's fate. But Jiang Yicheng didn't tell his mother that the protagonist in his paper had been replaced by her.
At that time, I felt "Ah, I am so happy", and later I realized that life is not like this.
It was the most comfortable time in Li Guizhen. At the age of 20, I took my father's class and worked as an announcer in an enterprise directly under the central government. I earn more locally than I do, and I wear fashionable clothes: a pair of tight spandex pants, a long suit with duck egg green on it, and my hair curled up high. "It's still pretty."
The young people in the factory started to act. At that time, the way of chasing girls was relatively simple. Some were busy occupying seats for her, some rushed to help her move cement, and some showed her the passbook, but in the end they all lost to Jiang Yicheng's grandmother. Grandma waits for Li Guizhen to pass by the window every morning and greets her to come in for breakfast. I don't know how many bowls of poached egg noodles I ate. The striking girl in this factory became her daughter-in-law.
The change first began after Jiang Yicheng was born. My daughter is 3 years old and should be sent to kindergarten, but the teachers in the mining area are afraid of uranium radiation, so there is not much left. Can't, Li Guizhen had to leave without pay and accompany her daughter to the city for kindergarten. She was only 26 years old.
There is no one's income at home, and I suddenly feel a little stretched. Li Dongyang Guizhen is not used to being an idle person. She rented a house next to the park to open a restaurant. The pavement is not big, only five or six tables. The original steamed pigeon dish is very popular in the local area. I was busy with business at noon several times. Looking back, my daughter was gone.
While crying, the waiter in the restaurant chased him out: "boss, boss, the child fell asleep behind the quilt."
Fearing that the child would really get lost one day, Li Guizhen closed the restaurant.
"woman." She ended her feelings with these three words. But there is one thing I really regret. My daughter took the adult college entrance examination when she was 7 months old, and the admission notice came, but the child was nursing and her husband had been on a business trip. After several days' consideration, she finally didn't report to school.
"She always says,' I've sacrificed a lot for you', which makes me uncomfortable. Why do you blame me? Later, I understood that she had her helplessness and it was too important for her. Because she didn't have a diploma, she was looked down upon by others and was' stuck' by various kinds, so she always stressed that I should be educated and become a decent person. " Jiang Yicheng said.
My mother cooked a good dish, but I didn't get fat. As a result, the shape of my bean sprouts became a worry to her.
From the third grade, my mother began to implement her plan of "making my daughter fat": she not only bought many family recipes, but also prepared a booklet to record my mental state, study and weight gain and loss after I started a new diet plan. In this way, from the third day, under the "strong pressure" of my mother, I started the so-called "health plan".
I was shocked when I walked into the restaurant that morning. I saw fried dough sticks, Shao Shao, soybean milk, millet porridge, poached eggs and so on filled the dining table, while my mother was sitting at the table smiling: "Drink soybean milk first, then eat fried dough sticks." Then drink millet gruel and eat poached eggs ... "Ah-I just wanted to exclaim that my mother had handed me soy milk and fried dough sticks, put away her smile and looked at me with dignity. I know. I can't hide it. After eating fried dough sticks three times and two times, I gulped down soybean milk. I picked up my schoolbag and ran out of the house.
It's almost ten o'clock to go home from evening study. I was surprised to see the brightly lit living room.
Sure enough, my mother is waiting for me. She pulled me to the table and introduced me cheerfully: "I prepared Lycium barbarum, pineapple and tremella soup and jujube millet soup." Say, filled a bowl of tremella soup, put it in front of me. I reluctantly picked up the soup bowl and thought gloomily: when is the end?
Time flies, my mother changed her tricks and prepared various dishes for me.
My mother customized the recipe for me in a weekly cycle system, and I can remember the dishes every day. Strangely, after eating day by day, I have lost my original reluctance and the slightest boredom, but I can always eat new flavors.
One Saturday afternoon, my mother called me over and showed me her brochure.
Mom writes it down every day, and it has been 20 days since today. My mother led me to weigh myself, and I gained two pounds. Mother wrote excitedly in the booklet: "the first stage, success!" " "
Looking at my mother's happy appearance, I suddenly realized that health is my own, but my mother completely forgot fatigue in her tireless work and only gained my happiness of gaining weight. My body is as solid as the food my mother prepared for me. I want to cherish it, for my mother and for myself.
Now, I am the owner of the brochure.
Mom's "healthy eating plan" continues. I will write down my daily mood, a little progress in my study and a little surprise after gaining weight. I will also cut out some "health tips" and post them in a booklet to share with my family.
I wrote in big letters on the title page of the booklet: Carry out health to the end!