In study, work and even life, everyone has written compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below are 10 maternal love compositions for sixth grade that I collected and compiled. I hope they can help everyone. Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 1
Maternal love is a blazing fire, burning every cell, allowing your heart to feel as warm as spring even in the cold winter; maternal love is as poetic as a trace The wind is always around me, blowing away all the sorrow in my heart. "Tap-tat-tat" The sound of drizzle plucked the strings of my memory, and scenes from the past appeared before my eyes again.
When I was a child, although I was in good health, I often suffered from minor ailments such as colds and stomachaches. I usually just took some medicine and was cured. One time it was very unusual. It was a windy and rainy night. "Whew!" a white light flashed in the sky, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky powerfully. "Whew, swish, swish," the raindrops beat crazily on the ground. The night was already deep. As soon as I lay down, I felt a sudden stomachache. The pain hit me and I screamed in pain.
My mother quickly ran into the living room and took out the medicine box. I only heard the sound of the medicine bottles colliding. After a while, my mother shook the Po Chai Pills in her hand at me as if she had caught a life-saving straw, and shouted excitedly: "I found it! I found it." "1, 2, 3...10" Mom He carefully counted 10 pills, brought a bowl of water, and said comfortingly: "Daughter, you will be fine after eating it. Drink it quickly." I endured the pain and stuffed the pill into my mouth, took another sip of water, and waited for the medicine to cure my illness. But this time Po Chai Pills did not have any effect. One minute passed, two minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and my stomach still hurt in its own way, and it seemed to be more intense. My mother, who was always calm, seemed a little at a loss. While rubbing my stomach, I said distressedly: "Oh! God is against us. Your father is on a business trip, and it happens to rain so hard. If the pain can replace it, I would rather have a stomachache!" But! There is no way to continue like this. My mother looked at the vast rain outside the window, then looked at me in pain, and resolutely carried me with an umbrella on her back and went to a hospital outside the town to see a doctor (I was living in Shenzhen with my parents at the time).
The wind seems to be against us. With a "hoo" sound, the umbrella was blown away. On the muddy path, my mother walked hard against the wind and the rain, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The mud was stuck to my mother's shoes, and it was so difficult to lift one foot. Looking at my purple lips, my mother seemed to have borrowed some strength from somewhere. Suddenly there was wind under her feet and she held me tighter... The hospital finally arrived. I raised my head and found that my mother's messy hair was stuck tightly to her cheek. My nose felt sore and tears flowed down. My mother smiled happily.
Maternal love does not need to be expressed in words, nor does it have to be earth-shattering. It is like spring rain, moistening things silently; it is like a sweet spring, soaking into my heart and spleen; it is like a jar of old wine, getting better and better as it brews. Experience it with your heart, and you will find that every inch of your air is full of maternal love... Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 2
Maternal love is to scold a child when it disobeys; to comfort a child when it cries; and even more Accompanying children's growth.
A mother’s love is an umbrella brought in a hurry in the rain; a mother’s love is the medicine that always accompanies you when you are sick. My mother also has her unique love.
I remember the piano exam (Level 3). Although I practiced those beautiful piano songs many times, when I got here, I couldn’t move my nervous hands. Due to my extremely "good" luck I was ranked first! I was immediately stunned, and the hand holding the note was sweating. I slowly walked onto the stage and looked back at my mother who had accompanied me. Her eyes were full of excitement and joy. I "finally" walked to the piano and played "Forest Polka" and "Kangding Love Song"... "Huh-" I let out a long sigh and finally finished playing! I returned to my seat and listened to the other children's performance with my mother without saying a word. They all seem to play much better than me. My heart, already overwhelmed by tension and pressure, finally exploded.
My tears kept flowing down. My mother took out a tissue and wiped my tears and said, "It's okay. There are many opportunities to take the exam. Just try to do better in the exam next time. Don't blame yourself too much!" I gradually stopped crying. . A few days later, I received the notification letter and I actually passed!
Whenever I wake up from a high fever, the first thing I see is always my mother’s bloodshot eyes and yellow-green face. I know that my mother is by my side again to protect me. All night. At that time, I really wanted to say: "Mom, I love you!" But for some reason I couldn't say it out, only tears were flowing. Whenever this happens, my mother always asks: "Are you feeling better?" I just nodded and said nothing.
Maternal love is like a lighter. With just one click, you can get infinite warmth. Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 Part 3
Family love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. Just like the sun, sometimes you can't see it, but you can always feel its sweet temperature and warm happiness. My mother was the first person to give me the most selfless love. What I can give her back now is insignificant, I can only keep this beautiful warmth in my heart.
When I had a cold and fever, it was my mother who stayed by my bed day and night, taking care of me in every possible way. At this time, the temperature of maternal love was tepid heat; when there was a power outage in the middle of the night, I was hot. I was tossing and turning, it was my mother, gently shaking the cattail leaf fan in her hand, coaxing me to sleep. At this time, the temperature of maternal love was refreshing and cool; when I saw something that I liked very much but was worth a lot of money, it was my mother. , gave up the cheaper things I chose, and bought what I wanted. At this time, the temperature of maternal love is slightly sad...
My mother has done a lot for me, and we can repay She has very little. So, don't contradict her anymore, everything she does is motivated by love; so, study hard, mother has too many worries, don't put wrinkles on the corners of her eyes; so, do some Do the housework that you can do. Mother has already done too much, so share it with her. So, give her some small surprises in return, so that she can also smile happily with understanding. So, sincerely give her a happy smile every day. Say good morning and good night to her, and let her hear this faint love...
In short, let us treat this kind of love and warmth with a grateful heart; let us cherish With a grateful heart, keep this love and warmth in your heart. It is mother who gives us endless love in this life. In return, let us use our own strength to protect her. Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 Part 4
Maternal love is great, selfless, and unimaginable. When I was a child, I never understood the word "love" very well, but I understand it now.
I remember it was when I was in first grade. After school, I played at a neighbor’s house and came home very late. When I got home, I turned on the light and saw my mother sitting on the sofa, looking at me with a very angry expression, holding my test paper in her hand. I suddenly thought of today's exam and thought: It's over. I only scored 70 points in the Chinese language unit test. My mother found out. What should I do? What should I do? I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and didn't know what to do.
Just as I was spinning with anxiety, suddenly, my mother shouted loudly in the living room: "You know how to come back and kneel down for me." My mother was furious, and I slowly walked up to my mother and said, "Quickly." "Point," my mother shouted impatiently. I immediately started crying and knelt in front of my mother, "You still know how to cry. Do you know how many points you got in this exam?" My mother threw the test paper in front of me, "I know..." I cried so much that I couldn't speak anymore. talk.
At this time, grandma heard it and came out of the room, "What are you making noisy about? You are not letting people sleep." "Mom, you came just in time. How many points did she get in this exam?" "My mother said while pointing at me. "She is still a child. Besides, she already knows she was wrong. She will never do this again." Grandma picked me up and put me on the bed and let me sleep. I was in such a bad mood and couldn't sleep, so I had no choice but to close my eyes.
I couldn’t fall asleep in bed.
But I don’t know why? It felt like someone was holding me and shaking me, shaking me, and I fell asleep unconsciously. That sleep was a sweet dream, a sweet dream; that sleep made me feel so warm, so warm. After I woke up in the morning, I saw my mother for the first time, her moist eyes and red nose. I touched my mother's cold face with my hand and asked, "Mom, are you crying?" "It's okay, mom." It's okay, baby, it was your mother's fault that you were disturbed last night, I'm sorry, baby!" Mom said while crying. My eyes were moist and I threw myself into my mother's arms.
That day, I understood everything. That day, it was my mother who shook me with both hands. That day, it was my mother who severely criticized me. That day... Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 5
What is maternal love? It is not just a care, it is a care that guides our way forward.
Mother's love is like a good teacher, teaching us how to be a human being. Mother's love is like a drop of water filling my heart. Mother's love always happens in small things and in ordinary life. , maternal love is a clear spring slowly flowing into my heart. Maternal love is the greatest thing in the world. As long as you observe carefully, you will definitely find maternal love in life! Although it is a very ordinary thing, maternal love will always happen!
Let us watch the bits and pieces of maternal love in life together. Maternal love starts from this day: around two or three o'clock on Sunday at noon, it is pouring rain outside, and the rain is spraying on the thirsty people. Dadi, I felt a little irritable and lay on the bed. Suddenly I remembered that I hadn’t finished the draft of the composition assigned by the teacher!
I opened my schoolbag and realized that the composition paper had been used up. I told my mother, and my mother gave me the only raincoat in the house and went to buy composition paper with me. My mother and I walked A stationery store. At this time, my mother was half wet. I entered the store and asked the boss: Do they still sell composition paper here?
The boss said to me kindly: Children, the composition paper has not arrived yet. I sighed and left the stationery store. I told my mother that this store did not sell composition paper. She said nothing and continued on the road with me. When I arrived at the second stationery store, the result was exactly the same. The weather was more ruthless than before. Even more ruthlessly, the rain fell harder and harder, soaking my mother's clothes. One after another... I finally found a stationery store that sells composition paper! I jumped three feet high with joy! This is already the fourth stationery store. When I got home, I was not injured at all, but my mother was soaked by the rain. She had no complaints. I felt very uncomfortable.
This is my mother's love, very simple and ordinary. Mother's love accompanies me throughout my life. Mother's love accompanies me to grow up and helps me go on all the way... Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 6
Someone asked me what maternal love looks like? I said it was like a big umbrella, protecting me from the wind and rain, and like the radiant sun, warming my soul.
She has a face with oval seeds and two big, piercing eyes. The high turned nose is very enviable. Cherry mouth. Her hair was tied up high like a horsenet. She smiles beautifully, like a little angel. My mother's hands are very rough and there are many calluses on her hands. Who is this for? My mother always said that I had many problems after giving birth to me.
I remember very clearly that it was another rainy day, with violent storms, and it rained for several days in a row. Whenever it rained, I was very troubled. Because when it rains, my mother’s legs will feel sore. Mom would sit on the sofa, and I would move my hands from front to back. Knock repeatedly from top to bottom, from left to right. Hope she feels better.
My mother also loves me very much. One night he killed my favorite braised fish, and when we were eating, she gave me all the uneaten food. I did not take a bite myself. I kept saying: "There are too many fish bones. I don't like eating fish." After dinner, I went back to the house to do my homework. Through the crack in the door, I saw my mother eating the remaining fish with relish.
Maternal love is selfless, noble and great. I grew up happily under such a radiant sun.
Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 Part 7
Growth is a peak, and maternal love is the force that helps me climb. - Inscription: Time goes by like water. My mother has accompanied me through fifteen springs, summers, autumns and winters, and I have grown up like this. As the exams approached, my study load increased, making me breathless. I could only stay up late and work hard every night. After returning home from my evening self-study, I ducked into the room and continued studying hard. The clock was ticking, and suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Xiaoyan, take a rest and drink a glass of milk." Mom's voice came from the other side of the door. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 10:30. I said, "No! It's still so early. I don't have time to drink and I haven't finished my homework!" Then there was silence on the other side of the door. At 11 o'clock, there was another knock on the door. "Xiaoyan, it's very late. Come out and drink some milk and go to bed." "No, can you please stop disturbing me, I don't have time!" I shouted angrily. Nowadays, I am so nervous about studying and even asks me to take a rest. She still doesn’t want me to study anymore. It’s like this every day! I said to myself angrily. The minute hand in the clock quietly turned around again, and it was 12 o'clock. I rubbed my tired eyes, stretched, opened the door, and saw that the lights were still on in the living room. When I took a closer look, I couldn't help but be stunned - I saw my mother asleep on the sofa, but she was still holding a glass of milk in her hand - the milk was already cold. I wanted to wake my mother up, but my throat was so stiff that I couldn't speak. Under the light, my mother's face turned yellow, and there were deep and shallow wrinkles on her formerly smooth and rosy face.
Mom is old! The dark circles under her eyes tugged at my heart. Mom is really old! My fifteen years of growth resulted in fifteen years of hardship for her.
Sixth grade of Ximu Buddhist School, Tangyin County, Anyang, Henan: 1806889937 Maternal love composition for sixth grade, Part 8
My mother is a beautiful woman. She has jet-black hair that can rival ebony; she has a pair of big, watery eyes that flicker as if she can speak; she also has a small cherry mouth, which is pink and can speak. The cherry blossoms known as "Sakura Snow Moon" and "Colorful Falling Cherry Blossoms" are eclipsed.
Before I was born, she was as beautiful as a fairy, like a flower like the moon, like a fish or a goose. But because of me, she changed from a queen to a little palace maid. She attended my school every day, prepared sumptuous meals for me, and sometimes nagged me and was called a nagging aunt.
Until something happened, I felt that my mother was no longer so annoying or annoying.
That day was Sunday, and it was also a hazy rainy day. I ignored my mother’s obstruction and prepared to go out with my friends. When I think about being able to play with my friends all day long, I feel very happy. I had prepared everything to eat and drink. I thought the plan would be perfect, but I forgot that it was raining today and I didn't bring an umbrella. In the end, I got soaked in water, which made me very embarrassed. When I returned home, I had a high fever when I went to bed at night, which lasted until about 12:00 late at night. My father was not at home, only my mother was there. She was as anxious as an ant on a pot - running around, but she still comforted me with tears in her eyes, saying don't be afraid, my mother is here... I don't know what happened after that, because I passed out. .
Early the next morning, I found myself lying on the hospital bed. The white curtains, white sheets, and white ceiling all told me accurately: I was in the hospital. The nurse who pushed in the door told me the truth: the moment I passed out, my mother carried me to the hospital on her back. Although she didn’t know how it went, she was sweating profusely, panting, and dripping with sweat when she arrived at the hospital. It soaked through her clothes! Then, my mother came in. She went home and cooked a pot of chicken soup for me, saying it could strengthen my bones. I drank the bowl of chicken soup with tears in my eyes. Afterwards, I never said anything bad about my mother again.
Mom, if there is an afterlife, I would still like to be your daughter! Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 9
If I were a white cloud, family affection would be the blue sky that tolerates me; if I were a tree, family affection would be the land that nourished me; if I were a flying bird, Family love is the forest that protects me; if I were a clear spring, the clear spring would be the mountains that embrace me.
The greatest thing in the world is not maternal love. I remember that night, there were so many mosquitoes, and I was bitten red and swollen. In the middle of the night, I heard the curtains rustling, and heard my father ask my mother: "Why did you close the curtains?" The mother said: "Let some mosquitoes come in so that the children will not suffer."
Ah! Mother's love turns out to be just one sentence, "let some mosquitoes come in." Each sentence condenses into a profound and great love, that is maternal love.
It turns out that all maternal love is better than the rules of nature, just like a few mosquitoes coming in. Some people may not feel anything, but deep maternal love will never be defeated. A harmonious family is a kind of flower in the world. There is nothing more gentle than it. There is nothing more suitable than it to cultivate a family's nature to be stronger and more upright.
Just like a sentence, there is a kind of love, like the eternal sea. Even if the water is evaporated by the hot sun, it still turns into nectar and sprinkles the hungry and thirsty earth. That is maternal love. Maternal Love Composition for Grade 6 10
We are grateful to our mother. It is our mother who went through the pain of ten months of pregnancy and gave us life; we are grateful to our mother. It is her hard work day and night that allows us to have enough food and clothing. Thanks to our mother, it is her warm care that enables us to grow happily.
I remember one time, I was making up a lesson at my teacher’s house. Suddenly, the sky was covered by a large piece of black cloth, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by several dull thunders. Then it started raining heavily. I thought to myself: "What should I do now? My mother is home with a cold and my father is on a business trip. Will my brother and I really become drowned rats?" Sure enough, God was unfavorable and the teacher announced the end of get out of class soon, but it still rained. It rained heavily. I saw my classmates being picked up by their parents one after another. When my brother and I were about to become drowned rats, a familiar figure came into my eyes. "It's mom!" My brother and I cheered. Mom came to us, gave each of us an umbrella, and took a tricycle back.
When I got home, I felt a sense of relief. But my mother fainted on the sofa. My brother and I were shocked. My brother called my father. It happened that my father had just come back at this time. My father hurriedly drove my mother to the hospital. The doctor said: "The patient had a severe cold and was overtired, so he fainted. Please rest for a few days." "The sky should be fine."
An ancient saying goes: "The heart of a piece of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." My mother's contribution is not a drop of water, but a vast ocean. I will be grateful for this. I study hard and repay my mother for her kindness in raising me.