My story with my mother 1 My mother is my favorite person, and my mother's company makes me feel happiest. Last night, my mother and I went to the bookstore to read books. As soon as I arrived at the bookstore, I let go of my mother's hand and ran to the comic book shelf to look for books, while my mother went to my study on the shelf to look for books about composition carefully.
When I finished reading a book and was about to put it back, I heard clapping outside the bookstore. I found my mother and said to her, "Mom, I heard clapping. Take me to see it! " "Before my mother agreed, I took my mother's hand and walked out of the bookstore.
My mother and I went downstairs to the bookstore and found a big stage with a clown and four aunts standing next to it. We pushed our way to the front of the crowd and took a close look. It turns out that the salesman selling "Dong Peng specialty drinks" is performing a program. The first game is to teach adults to make a puppy with balloons. None of the four aunts liked it very much, and one of them made an animal like a snake.
The second scene is to drink "Dong Peng's special drink", which is faster than anyone else. Remember, only adults can drink! The host chose a chubby uncle, an aunt and a sister of about twenty to take part in the competition. The host said, "Go!" Everyone started drinking like crazy. Of course, the first place must be Uncle Fat, the second is Aunt, and the third is Sister.
The third program is three beautiful women dancing for us. Look, how beautifully they dance! People in the audience were attracted by their dance and danced with them.
The fourth program is to perform magic tricks, or clowns will perform for us. I saw him take out a wet towel. He turned the wet towel into color, wrapped it with a colored stick, and then slipped it on. The colorful stick turned into a bunch of flowers. Then he took out an empty box, threw it on the ground and took out another box from it. At this time, the box is full of money!
I was so happy yesterday! My mother and I both read books and watch performances. I am very happy. This is something I will never forget!
My mother is a teacher. She is busy at work every day, but whenever she has time, she will accompany me to do what she likes. I will be filial to my mother when I grow up, just as my mother accompanied me when I was a child. Mom, I love you!
My mother's story 2 In my life, my mother and I talked about everything like friends. You must be envious! Now let me tell a story about my mother and me.
Cats and mice are games that my mother and I often play. My mother is a cat mother. Speaking of which, you must be surprised. How to be a mother cat? Well, my mother is very strict with me. I can only watch TV after finishing my homework every day, and I can only watch an episode of cartoons. Plus, I'm a TV fan, which is even more annoying. However, there are policies above and countermeasures below, and I have my own coup! Every day my mother comes home later than me, and the burglar alarm from my mother's electric car is my alarm. On this day, I was watching the cartoon Tom and Jerry. When the alarm clock rang, I immediately turned off the TV and began to do my homework. When my mother came home and saw me doing my homework, she asked, Beibei, why are you so good today? Said, touching the TV with one hand. It's over! It's over! My little mouse was caught. Sometimes, my mother's electric car doesn't send out a burglarproof room. She gently pushed open the door, and the little mouse was still watching TV with relish, but it was caught by the mother cat.
Mom also has a pair of golden eyes. Once, I didn't do well in the exam, and I felt particularly uncomfortable. I have to ask my parents to sign it. It's really annoying Better yet, I'll be the head of the family! Hide the test paper and sign it yourself, but I remembered what my mother said: be honest. What shall we do? I'm hesitating. I didn't expect my mother to come home. The first problem is the distribution of test papers. I hesitate to answer, no, no, the voice is so low that I can't hear it myself. My mother stared at me with stern eyes. It is conceivable that my little mouse was caught again.
For eight years, my mother and I played cat and mouse game after game. In the story of this episode, I gradually grew up and became sensible. I won't do those childish things again, but there will be many stories about me and my mother. Please listen to me next time.
My mother's story 3 "Wow, it smells good!" As soon as I came home from school and entered the room, I smelled a delicious eggplant and talked to myself.
"Mom, make eggplant!" "How do you smell it? The nose is quite good! " I said, "Don't you also see who I am!" . I went straight to the kitchen. When she saw that my nails were long, she couldn't help blaming me: "You are 14 years old, and you still don't pay attention to hygiene. Cut off your nails quickly. " When I got used to it, I took it as a "deaf ear" and went to eat it willy-nilly.
After dinner, I stretched myself and sat on the sofa. Hold out your hands and beg, "Mom, please cut it for me." Then I stick out my tongue. Reluctantly, she has taken out scissors to cut my little princess's nails. Just solved the hand project, and put my foot on his leg to solve the foot project for me. All right, all right. My knife mouth and tofu heart's mother, how nice!
Saturday is my favorite day of the week. It's good to have no class. "Can you read a book? Have you finished your homework? " Mother is doing housework. Talk about it. Alas, I'm still reading after a hard week. God, I have to read books, and my dream of watching TV is shattered. I muttered in my heart, but I was afraid to say it. But there will be some comfort in every exam. I wish I had listened to my mother, otherwise I would have failed the exam. Hee hee, the first teacher in my life, how nice!
You all quarreled with your parents when you reached puberty. I remember once the dance class I attended held an activity. My mother asked me to go, and I didn't want to go that day, so I told my mother. Mom didn't agree, and then called me several times but didn't answer. Mom is really angry. This time, she was really angry. I have never seen him so angry. People seem to have changed, the smile on their faces is gone, and there are fewer words ... poor people inherit the wind! I don't know why, but I don't want to go. It was several days before we made up. Mom, sometimes I don't mean to be angry with you. Sometimes I think about my stupid things. It's really funny. I'm really sorry!
Mom, I really like being with you. I will accompany you in this life!
My mother's story 4: My mother has a pair of big watery eyes embedded in her cheeks and a black hair hanging over her shoulders. Her greatest advantage is that she is glib! She is not tall, but she has a loud voice. When she is angry, her eyes are wide open, her nose is straight and her face is red, just like a ripe tomato. But she still loves me. She always gives me the best.
We are inseparable every day, especially reading books. When we travel, we will take some books to read. Sometimes I brush my teeth and my mother is reading me a good story. When my mother cooks or washes clothes, I will move a small chair and sit in the corner of the kitchen, reading stories to her like an announcer. Every night before going to bed, we will sit at the bedside and read articles together. Usually, when my mother sees good-looking articles, she will print them out and share them with my father and me after dinner. Reading is the happiest part of our family!
Besides reading, we also recite poems together. Every day on my way to school, I can hear my mother and I reciting poems. We are very happy to carry it together. Birds often cheer for us. In order to recite poems faster, we also sing poems like larks! Mother often revels in my singing. My mother usually recites faster than me, but I remember it better than my mother.
My mother and I often visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Sometimes we will take a plane through the clouds, and sometimes we will take a high-speed train that flies along the railway. We have been to Tiananmen Square in Beijing, Nan 'ao Island in Chaozhou, Meizhou Island in Fujian and northwest of China.
There are many stories about me and my mother. When I wrote it, I couldn't finish it in three days and three nights.
I told my mother, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!" " I don't know how many times it has warmed me. It is my mother's endless love for me. ...
Mother is like a touch of warm sun in winter, which can melt the "cold" accumulated in children's hearts; The mother is like a lamp in the dark, illuminating the child's eyes; A mother is like a small and warm house deep in an alley, where children fall in love. Mom's sentence "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Like an ear.
I remember when I was a child, I broke my leg because I was naughty and sat in a wheelchair for half a year. During this period, my mother took good care of me. When the doctor told me that I could try to walk, my heart was filled with joy.
At first, I stood up very hard and walked step by step. But since I accidentally fell down, I never dared to stand up again. Mom smiled and said softly, "You are the best. One more time. Stand up. Don't be afraid, I'm here. " My little hand holds my mother's warm big hand, step by step, and my feet are raised and put down. In this way, with the encouragement and help of my mother, I recovered completely, and I can play happily with my friends again.
Now in the third grade, my mother has been with me. Whenever I lose my temper and say that I don't want to study, my mother always advises me, "I understand your hard work, but as long as you persist, we will succeed." Don't be afraid, baby, you have your mother with you on the road ahead. "Mom's words. It rekindled my hope of studying.
Whenever I encounter setbacks, my mother says, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Encouraged me, let me have the strength to fight for my future, and shed sweat without regrets for my youth.
My mother's warm words and hands warmed my unruly heart, which is my warmest memory. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Accompanying me forward has become the driving force for my flight and the reason for my struggle.
Story of my mother and I 6 In this world, many things will happen. The story that happened between my mother and me was not shocking enough, but I still remember that day clearly.
That day, it was the final exam, and I had a fever. I came home with a high fever after the exam. My mother saw me like this and rushed me to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, my mother took me to draw blood in the morning as the doctor said. After the blood was drawn, the doctor read the report and said it was a bacterial infection. It would be fine to have an injection. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, but my mother still took me around. My mother and I were very tired during the injection, but my mother asked me to sit there and sleep for a while and go out to buy something to eat by myself. By the time my mother came back, I was already fast asleep and the needle was almost finished. After my mother went to ask the nurse to change another bottle of liquid medicine, let me eat something first. I asked my mother, "won't you eat together?" My mother replied, "I have already eaten." Although I know my mother hasn't eaten it, my mother should have her reasons. When I got home, my mother and I both washed and went to bed. When I got up the next day, I still had a little fever, but under the care of my mother, I gradually got better.
Mom, you took such good care of me that day that I will never forget it!
Today, we learned English words about five senses and body. Ms, the English teacher, told us to go home and read the text carefully, and encouraged us to remember these words. Although the words are simple, they are easy to be confused. I remember them several times and still made mistakes. What should we do?
At this time, my mother didn't force me to recite, but let me play games with her. Huh? What's wrong with mom? I'm reciting words, but she wants me to play games with her? I can't guess what medicine mom sells in the gourd!
My mother asked me to sit face to face with her, and then asked me to point to my nose and ask me first, "How do you say this in English?"
"Well, let me think! Eyes? No, those are eyes, mom, I forgot! " I just can't remember the English of nose.
"Well, I tell you, this is the nose. Do n't move When I say the next part, you should follow my instructions and point to the right part quickly, but point to the right one! "
"all right! I am ready! " In fact, I still have no bottom.
"Nose-nose-ears! (nose-nose-ear) "Mom's starting.
As a result, because I can't tell, I put my hand on my mouth.
"Why? Son, do you have ears in your mouth? This is not good, remember not to spill it in your ears when drinking water! " Mom laughed at me, no, I must win!
"Nose-nose-legs!"
Haha, I was right! This is a leg!
"Nose-nose-arm!"
This is? By the way, it's an arm! I was right again!
……
In this way, after playing for a while, I remembered all the words, and my mother and I exchanged roles. I gave the order, and my mother guessed it, O (∩ _ ∩) O haha-as a result, my mother actually put her toes on her ears and her feet grew on them. What's it like? Like a goat! More like a moose!
Interesting, isn't it? You can also try with your parents!
My mother's story 8 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Hearing this song, I remembered an unforgettable thing that happened with my mother before.
My mother and I went back to our hometown. We played badminton in grandma's old yard.
I served first, my mother took it easily, and I finally won a point. It's my mother's turn to serve. I pushed the ball too hard and even hit the second floor. I ran quickly to the stairs on the second floor. Just about to go upstairs, grandma stopped me and asked me why. I replied to get badminton on the second floor. Grandma said it was unstable. Let him get it.
I am stubborn, but how can I promise? I ran to the second floor when grandma wasn't looking. It was really unstable. At this point, I still crept towards badminton.
Suddenly, the boards creaked under my feet, as if to protest that I stepped on them. I'm a little confused. I can't get in or out. My legs are shaking and I don't seem to listen to me. I want to cry, but I dare not.
After a while, my mother seemed to hear something and rushed to the second floor. I remember my legs went weak and I fell to the ground involuntarily. Mom saw me in a mess and quickly picked me up. When I saw my mother, it was like seeing a straw and jumping into her arms. My face is covered with dust, which makes my mother laugh and cry.
I never dared to go to the second floor again. At the same time, I also deeply understand that you can't do dangerous things, you have to listen to adults.
Although it has been a long time, I still remember it today. It is really "a child with a mother is really safe!" "
Story 9 of my mother and I may be because my father travels a lot. At home, my mother and I have the deepest feelings. We seem to be "soul mates". No matter what I think and do at home, it seems that my mother knows everything. Sometimes I feel unlucky to have such a mother. It is almost impossible for me to have personal secrets. My father always said that I was my mother's parrot.
My mother is very tall, and the most beautiful thing is her eyes, which are big and concave, and her nose is very high, a bit like a foreigner. My mother likes to look at me when I am doing something. My eyes are full of tenderness and love. I like my mother best.
But it seems that after entering primary school, the gentle mother suddenly became severe, especially when her grades were poor and she was playful. My mother is like a lioness, her eyes are full of blame and anger.
I remember when I first entered the third grade, all the teachers in our class changed, and I didn't adapt, especially my math scores dropped rapidly. My mother flies into a rage every time she sees me make a low-level mistake, and a scolding is inevitable. At this moment, I am very scared. I hate myself for disappointing and making my mother angry, but I feel wronged because I also think about it. I often cry very sadly, but tears make my mother more angry. She said I was a crocodile's tear. My grades are getting worse and worse, and finally I can't finish the exam within the prescribed time. But this time, after taking home the unsatisfactory test paper, my mother didn't say anything, which made me even more afraid. The next day, I found a letter by the pillow, which was written by my mother. It said, "Actually, you are a good boy. You really want to achieve your goal, but you can't, not because you are stupid, but because my requirements are too high. " Mom hurt you, can you forgive her? "I was very touched when I read my mother's letter. Mom, I will work harder!
This letter has been hidden in my drawer, and I will remember a sentence in it: "A child's shortcomings are her characteristics. Everything will be fine when she grows up! " I am full of confidence in myself!
My mother's story 10 To tell my mother's story, it is really like the stars in the sky, and there are countless.
My mother taught me to write numbers when I was in primary school. When writing "8" and "9", I can't write well. That "8" is like being blown down by the wind. Not to mention "9", like a tadpole who just learned to swim. So, my mother took pains to accompany me and practiced over and over again, and finally I did it. Looking up, I saw my mother's gratified smile. Then my mother said to me, "As long as you work hard, both eagles and snails can climb the pyramid. No matter what difficulties you encounter, you can do it well as long as you work hard. " For two years, I have always remembered this sentence from my mother, and I have gone further and further on the road of practicing calligraphy.
Not only in my study, but also in my life, my mother is meticulous to me.
My mother always cooks my favorite meals in different ways. As long as I want to eat, my mother will cook it for me. Every time I cook something good, I let my mother eat it first. My mother says she doesn't like it. After dinner, I saw my mother eating my leftovers with relish. I finally understand that my mother wants to leave the best for me.
It was my mother's encouragement and companionship that made me overcome many difficulties and become more and more brave. I love my mother!
The story of me and my mother 1 1 drizzle is floating in the whole sky.
I sat alone in a cold corner, tears spilled from my eyes and slowly crossed my cheeks. As the rain flowed to my mouth, it was cold and salty ...
It was a Saturday night, and my homework was piling up. Before I could even say a pain, I plunged into the ocean of problems. My mother couldn't bear it. She quietly poured a glass of milk to me and said, "Have a rest." Unexpectedly, the milk in midair was knocked over by my waving hand. In an instant, the table was a mess. Finally, I couldn't help being furious, blushing and yelling, "You are so annoying, don't you know I have a lot of homework?" Say that finish, then out of the door, hurriedly disappeared in the dark night.
It is raining harder and harder.
The shops around are brightly lit, people try on clothes, enjoy coffee and melt into laughter. But I was the only one on the empty roadside, complaining about my parents' mistakes. Suddenly, I saw a little girl holding her mother's hand, skipping, accidentally stepping into the soil, and her clean shoes were dirty in an instant. Mother was not angry, but just smiled. My heart was shocked. I should have made many mistakes when I was young, but my mother is so tolerant, so I'd better. ...
The rain gradually thinned and filled the whole sky, and the lights in the distance became more and more hazy.
"Listen to mom, don't hurt her ..." Melodious songs floated in the coffee shop, and my mood surged. Every bit of life comes to my mind: after school, my mother always prepares all kinds of snacks for me. Although it is not beautiful, it is full of love behind it. There are always problems in my study, and my mother will always take pains to explain them to me again and again. Sometimes it doesn't work once, so try again, twice, three times and countless times. ...
When I knew it clearly, I ran home quickly.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside.
This is my story, a story that my mother and I cherish in the years.
My story with my mom 12 My story with my mom can't be finished in three days and three nights.
People who know my mother say that she is cheerful and humorous, and she is happy wherever she goes. To tell the truth, no one knows that she is born after 70, which is nearly ten years away from my classmate's mother, so my mother often teases herself as "the son of old age". It is conceivable that my birth brought her much joy!
My mother loves me very much, and I can't bear to eat or wear, but as long as I like clothes and books, even if they are expensive, my mother is willing to buy them for me without blinking.
My mother is brave and hard to drive, but as long as she takes me, she is always careful, very cautious. I think she is slow, but she said, "I can't be fast. There is a little darling behind me. Safety first, safety first!" " "
In life, my mother is my patron saint.
When I was a child, I fell in love with scooters and skated around the house. Unexpectedly, that night, my horse slipped and I turned over and hit my head on the corner of the TV cabinet. Suddenly, I was in tears. My parents quickly helped me up and covered the wound with a clean towel. Blood kept pouring out and my mother was in tears. My father quickly drove me to the hospital for emergency treatment, and the doctor sewed me up. I cried inside. Every stitch I sew on my head is like sewing on my mother's heart. After half a month, under the careful care of my mother, there was basically no scar on my forehead, but my mother lost weight.
My mother is my tutor in my study.
For my study, my mother is willing to spend money, and even more willing to sacrifice time to accompany me. No matter what I study, my mother will follow me like a pupil, calling me "Miss Gu" and asking me to teach her drawing, English and Olympic Mathematics. I often laugh at her for being stupid, but I won't say it twice. My mother always has a notebook, so it's easy to remember my mistakes and remind me. Now I understand that my mother gave me the most relaxed study environment and cultivated my self-confident and independent study habits, because learning is my own business.
Mother's love is like an angel, which makes me grow up healthily. Under the bath of her love, I feel like an angel.
But my mother still said to me modestly, "Girl, God made us destined to be mother and daughter. Mom doesn't dislike you, and neither do you. We all have imperfections. In the future, everyone will take care of each other and tolerate each other! "
I just want to say that in the next life, we will still be mother and daughter, okay?
My story with my mother 13 time flies, many things have disappeared in my mind, but there is a story with my mother, but I still remember it vividly.
On that day, I went out to school, the sun in the east was smiling, and there were several white clouds floating in the sky. I looked at the sky and thought: it's sunny today, so it shouldn't rain, so I won't take an umbrella. As the saying goes, the day in June is like the Monkey King's face-it changes as soon as you say it, then turns from sunny to cloudy, and then turns cloudy. By the time school was over in the afternoon, the sky was overcast and the wind was blowing hard, and the feet of the clouds were hairy. Soon, there was lightning and thunder, and then, raindrops as big as peas poured down. I thought anxiously: What should I do? How changeable the weather is!
Just when I was at a loss, I heard a familiar voice: "Jingjing, let's go." I looked back and it was my mother. My mother came to take me home. I'm so happy. But after I took a closer look at my mother, my eyes were wet, her clothes and pants were soaked, the rain kept dripping from her hair, and thin beads of rain hung on her face. I know my mother came all the way to pick me up before work.
Walking on the road, the rain is too heavy, the umbrella is too small, it rains heavily outside, and it rains lightly inside. My mother tried to lean on my side with an umbrella and protect me with one hand. I looked at my mother, and a calm and tenacious expression was printed on her face. After a while, we got home and my mother went to work again. I looked at her back when she went out, and tears filled my eyes.
This is the story of my mother and me, an unforgettable story. ...
The story of me and my mother 14 I am a dog and my mother is a sheep. In grandma's words, we were born impulsive. "Why is the water in the thermos still full? I haven't finished writing, how many times have I told you ... "It's not, just entered the room for a while, my mother's nagging came from the study. "I drank it all. I drank it at school. The second bottle! " It was a mistake. I forgot to pour all the boiling water home today, so I had to use this trick.
Hey hey! I have many tricks to deal with my mother. Once in a Chinese unit exam, I accidentally got 89 points, and my mother became extremely pale. I saw her holding a paper and coldly saying, "Tell me, what's the matter?" I thought to myself: If I want to calm my mother down, I must have a good attitude-she always says that attitude is everything. So I quickly lowered my head and replied gently, "I didn't recite the text well, filled in many mistakes, and I was careless and missed several questions." "Careless again! Don't use this as an excuse, your grades have fluctuated several times this semester! Can you be steady? " My mother's decibel suddenly went up, which scared me. I used my quick wits: "Everything is good, which shows that my grades are full of vitality, just like an electrocardiogram. If it is a straight line, my life will be over. " The stronger the beat, the healthier it means! ""Ha ha ha! Makes sense! " My father was full of praise, and his heart was full of joy, while my mother rolled her eyes in anger and walked away without saying a word to my father and me.
Although I hit my mother many times, I sometimes miscalculate. Just watch TV. I like it very much. I always want to watch it for a while after dinner, but my mother never allows me to do so, so I always have an argument with her. But one day, she suddenly agreed to let me watch it, on one condition, I must write a comment every time I watch TV, and the number of words must be more than 300 words! I didn't even think about it at that time, so I agreed immediately. But when it came time to write a review, I really regretted it. It took me a long time to reach the standard. This is not as good as reading a book! The next day, I was completely uninterested in TV. What's even more exasperating is that my mother seduced me after dinner: "Watch TV, watch TV!" " ""I don't want to read it, I will study it today! " I said gloomily, turn around and leave, then you don't have to write feedback today, copy a good word and sentence! Hey! "My mother said happily behind me, deliberately raising her voice very high. Alas! I know I was fooled by my mother this time.
The "war" between my mother and me is staged every day, which sometimes brings me trouble, but it also brings me a lot of happiness. And the two of us have had endless fun in each other's practical jokes!
My mother's story 15 Everyone has a unique experience, and my mother and I have a happy experience.
That afternoon, my mother took me to take a bath in the golden sun. I jumped into the swimming pool and enjoyed swimming inside. Suddenly my head felt cold. I looked up and found that my mother had poured water on my head. I kept slapping water and splashed a lot of water. My mother hit me with a towel as a shield. I had a brainwave, grabbed a towel and dipped it in some water, then circled in the water. Sure enough, my mother was covered with water drops on her body and head.
Later, I simply threw a towel and poured water on my mother. My mother also blocked my fierce attack and attacked me with both hands and feet. We were so happy that we didn't go downstairs for dinner until half past eleven.
When eating, I painted my mother with "chicken oil lipstick" with fried chicken. I also put ice cream on my mother's face, and my mother suddenly became "Santa Grandma". My mother also sneaked pepper into my coke when I was not looking, and changed my orange juice into boiled water with soy sauce.
After dinner, my mother and I went to the fourth floor to play "igloo". As soon as I entered the door, a cold air came to my face. My mother and I were ready to spread the towel on the floor, but I still couldn't help sneezing. My mother smiled, but accidentally put her hand on the post and immediately shrank back with cold.
I like this happy memory, and my mother is meticulous to me. I love her.