There is a person, like the sun at home, who always takes care of my "seedlings". She is my mother.
Mother has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan with big watery eyes. These big eyes seem to talk. My mother always looks at me with joy and smile whenever I hold the certificate of "three good students". I read my mother's eyes and said, well done, keep trying. Whenever I accidentally make a mistake, my mother frowned. Her eyes seem to say: you should be careful in everything. Every assignment is like a test.
My mother is particularly concerned about my study and life. In mental arithmetic, Go, etiquette and other competitions, my mother will fully support me, accompany me and encourage me. If she wins, she will say, "Don't be proud, not all the future competitions will be smooth sailing." If she loses, she will say, "Don't be unhappy. Winning or losing is common in military strategists, and there will be opportunities in the future." Every time I get sick, my mother is particularly anxious and gives me medicine quickly for fear of getting worse. Every summer vacation, my mother will take me out to travel and increase my knowledge.
This is my mother. I love my dear mother.
Write a composition of about 400 on the topic of mother, longing for great maternal love.
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to take the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a splash. My mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. With a splash, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and my mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
The third article
Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops.
When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.
I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart.
From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study.
Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. " Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted. "Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing, but I found my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do. In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "great!"
My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... I should do it well. A little slack will be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I will suffer from some flesh and blood. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I still tried to do something that my peers couldn't do. Now I know that my mother wants me to take everything seriously. No matter what my reason is, I can't be careless.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Thank my mother for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite strength to overcome any difficulties and guide me to work hard in my future study and life and never give up.
Write a short essay on (my mother's) appearance. Personality! My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." She picked up her purse.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They have asked for more 3 yuan. Mom, can you give me 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "After that, my mother braved the scorching sun and sent 3 yuan to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. Thinking about the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit and not do anything sorry for others because of the petty gain in front of him. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and admire her from the bottom of my heart.
Write a composition of about 500 words on the topic of: Love () Mom (Dad). Mom, after so many years, I want to say "thank you" for your love. It was your love that raised me, made me grow up happily, and taught me to learn and be a man.
I remember when I was a child, you taught me to write and draw. It is you who often tell me the truth of studying and being a man; You took the trouble to send me to kindergarten; When I was sick, you took me to the hospital with your arm ... I can't count your love for me. However, since my first grade in primary school, you seem to have changed.
Do you remember? On the first day of the first grade of primary school, you took my hand and said earnestly, "Dongdong, from today on, you will be a real primary school student, which shows that you have grown up and will be more sensible, so you should not only study hard, but also learn to be self-reliant, you know?" At that time, I nodded in confusion ... from that day on, my mother no longer cared about me as before-my clothes and quilts had to be folded by myself; Check your homework yourself; Books, desks and schoolbags are packed by themselves; Even your own room should be cleaned up. Mother doesn't treat me like before. But then one thing made me understand my mother's mind.
In the third grade, the school held an activity to compete for small environmental defenders. I was very active in that activity-picking up paper balls and cleaning. I do everything carefully, just like a cleaner. After the activity, thanks to the usual exercise, I won the honorary title of "Little Guardian of Environmental Protection". After this incident, I finally understood my mother's painstaking efforts.
Mom, thank you for giving me this sweet, deep and meticulous maternal love.
Mom, over the years, I want to say "thank you" for your love. It was your love that raised me, made me grow up happily, and taught me to learn and be a man.
I remember when I was a child, you taught me to write and draw. It is you who often tell me the truth of studying and being a man; You took the trouble to send me to kindergarten; When I was sick, you took me to the hospital with your arm ... I can't count your love for me. However, since my first grade in primary school, you seem to have changed.
Do you remember? On the first day of the first grade of primary school, you took my hand and said earnestly, "Dongdong, from today on, you will be a real primary school student, which shows that you have grown up and will be more sensible, so you should not only study hard, but also learn to be self-reliant, you know?" At that time, I nodded in confusion ... from that day on, my mother no longer cared about me as before-my clothes and quilts had to be folded by myself; Check your homework yourself; Books, desks and schoolbags are packed by themselves; Even your own room should be cleaned up. Mother doesn't treat me like before. But then one thing made me understand my mother's mind.
In the third grade, the school held an activity to compete for small environmental defenders. I was very active in that activity-picking up paper balls and cleaning. I do everything carefully, just like a cleaner. After the activity, thanks to the usual exercise, I won the honorary title of "Little Guardian of Environmental Protection". After this incident, I finally understood my mother's painstaking efforts.
Mom, thank you for giving me this sweet, deep and meticulous maternal love.
Write an 80-word English composition on the topic of "My Mom", and you can't write more words. I want to read Baidu Encyclopedia: If you are my mother, you can see my originality.
Write a composition entitled "My Mom" for you:
Baidu's, for reference only, don't agree with plagiarism:
My mother and I
My mother is the best mother in the world. She not only takes care of my daily life, but also attaches importance to my study. Although she is always nagging, I know that everything she does is for my own good.
My mother gave me a lot of help in my study and life. In my study, my mother has paid a lot of attention to * * *. Once, I finished my homework and prepared to go out to play and check for my mother. Suddenly, my mother said "stop", and I quickly said "why"? What homework are you writing? The handwriting is too bad. Do it again! Looking at my mother's serious expression, I had to do it again. After a while, I gave my second homework to my mother. When my mother checked again, she shouted "Come here!" This time, my mother's voice increased by eight degrees. As soon as I came over, my mother said those two words to me again-redo. I ran to my room with tears in my eyes and thought, how can there be such a mother? She has done it twice. Let someone else do it. At this time, my mother came into my room and said to me, "son, my mother is a little strict with you, but it's also for your own good." You must also understand my mother. " I felt much better after listening to my mother's words, so I did my homework carefully. My mother gave it to her for the third time and she smiled with satisfaction. ...
Mom, you are the greatest mother in the world, you are my first teacher, and you are my guiding light at night. ...
I love you! Mom!
I hope the landlord will adopt it! I also hope that more friends will give me a compliment! Thank you~
Write a short story about my mother, about 200 words, and describe my mother with characters.
My mother is not very tall, with long hair and bright eyes. She always smiles at people. My mother is strict with me. She saw me playing before I finished my homework, and her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, so I had to do my homework quickly. She will praise me when I see that my homework is better.
Once, I came home from school and went to play computer games without doing my homework. As soon as my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework. I said yes, I went to play computer games again. But my mother asked me to take out my homework and let her check it. I didn't know what to do then. My mother saw me and understood everything. She called me to her side and said, "son, your main task now is to study." Do your homework before you do anything else. " I hate it, but my mother asked me to rewrite it. After a while, my mother came over and saw that my handwriting was much better than before. She said happily, "You are serious, but you still write well!" " "I'm glad to hear that.
This is my mother, a caring and strict mother!
Writing a diary with the theme of "My Mom" makes us grow up from naivety. In the process of growing up, we often encounter setbacks, failures and pains. Sometimes we are afraid, cowardly and timid ... but more often we succeed after failure.
One day three years ago, when I was in the fourth grade, I was still a child in the eyes of adults. I was walking home from school that afternoon. Turn right and cross an alley. This is my place . I walked carelessly and turned a corner. I saw a scene that stunned me. I saw three gangsters with dyed hair and social appearance trapped a little classmate younger than me. Only one of the tall men said, "Brother, do you have money?" ? You are a little short of money. Can you lend us some money to spend? "The little classmate shook his head in fear. I saw the "yellow hair" next to me say fiercely: "Do you have it or not? Don't you want to give it? Is the bone itchy these days? " Say that finish, he deliberately pinched his fingers and giggled. The little classmates looked at them helplessly and were scared to cry. Looking at the poor appearance of my classmates, I also feel sorry: "Go, stand up, scold them loudly and beat them bravely. "I am brave for myself. But I'm so thin. It's just another' scapegoat' to go. " Don't go, start looking at the helpless eyes of your little classmates. I feel sorry for myself. Besides, the teacher also taught us to be brave, not to be afraid of * * *, and to dare to fight against the bad guys. What should I do? "I think of a foolproof way to punish the bad guys without getting hurt. Oh! Got it! I see a telephone booth not far away. So I made two steps in three steps and ran quickly. I called the police uncle and told him that someone here was blackmailing a young classmate and would beat him if he didn't give money. Soon, several policemen came and asked me where the bad guys were. I pointed to the alley. So the police took these "yellow hairs" away. The little classmate looked at me gratefully and said to me, "Thank you, Big Brother." I smiled shyly and said, "Nothing, this is what I should do." At this time, the police uncle came over and patted me on the shoulder: "This classmate, you did the right thing. Teenagers should be as brave as you. You are great. " I smiled happily. When I got home, my mother knew about it and praised me: "Obviously, you have grown up. This time, you really grew up. " I said excitedly, "What, I grew up? I really grew up! I'm not a child anymore! I grew up. ...
In fact, as long as we have experienced, experienced and defeated at that moment. We will grow up.
Write a short essay of about 20 words with my mother. My mother is a hardworking, capable and loud person. In my impression, my mother is a negotiator who won't spend a penny more. Her voice is quite loud, and a few words can make people deaf. My mother is still a person who tells her family when she is wronged. Every night, my father and I will definitely listen to my mother's work this day. Gradually, we got used to it. I used to think my mother was a little nagging, but now I feel a little lacking in not listening. This is my mother.
I will never forget my mother's influence and teaching!
Write a composition on the topic of loving your mother. I love my mother. We all know that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless love in the world. It has irreplaceable value. I have a good mother. Her kind eyes and noble heart gave me deep love, just like the rain and dew in spring watering me to grow sturdily. Just like the warm sunshine in the cold winter, it warms our tender hearts ... My mother propped up a sunny sky for me with the most selfless love, and my mother helped me weave a beautiful dream with her dexterous hands. My mother is like a pearl dew, and I am like grass under the sunshine and rain. Mother is like an endless sea, and I am like a small animal at the bottom of the sea; Mom is like a gurgling stream, and I am like a happy little fish; Mother is like a leafy tree, and I am like a leaflet that just spit out a bud; My mother is like a big umbrella under the wind and rain, and I am like a little girl standing under the umbrella ... In short, my mother gave me life, love and strength and did too much for me! Having said that, I can't help thinking of a poem by Meng Jiao praising maternal love, which is called Wandering Sons. Wandering sons sang the thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother and made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love an inch of grass had won the third Spring Festival. The loving mother kept flying needles by hand to make a coat for her son to travel far away. When she left, she sewed and sewed tightly for fear that her son would not come home. How can she repay the warm sunshine in spring when she was a child? How great and simple the mother is! Whenever I relive this precious affection, I often feel that maternal love is revealed from my life bit by bit! I love my mother, and I want to say to you, "I love you, thank you!" " "Because you have taught me to be aboveboard since I was sensible, to have someone else in my heart, to tell me what I did wrong and what I did right since I can remember, and to tell right from wrong. All this makes my mind grow healthily. Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you, thank you!" " "Because you told me how to study after I went to school and patiently told me the wrong questions; It is also you who taught me other knowledge in your spare time and brought me into the ocean of knowledge. All these make my mind rich in knowledge and have fewer wrong questions than others. Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you, thank you!" " "Because you work hard every day, you come home to cook for me and supplement my nutrition; You also told me to take good exercise to make my body strong. All this makes me have a strong body. Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you, thank you!" " "Because it is you who argue with you when I make a mistake. You didn't beat and scold me, but gave me a reason. All this makes me feel great maternal love. Mom, believe me: under your teaching and guidance, I will thrive! Trust me, mom!