It's great that my mother wrote 1. You are like a bright lamp, illuminating my way forward; You are like a key, opening the door of knowledge for me; You are like a tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Mom, thank you! It's good to have you!
I was sick in the summer when I was seven years old. When you came back from work, you saw my pale face and subconsciously touched my head. "Ah! No, I have a fever ",and then take me to see a doctor. Because I was weak and didn't want to go, you picked me up without saying anything. I put my arm around your neck and lay on your back. The sun is shining and there is no wind. I feel your back is wet. Seeing the sweat on both sides of your face, I feel particularly distressed for my mother, but I feel extremely happy and warm. Mom's back is so thin but so wide. Take good care of me. When you burn, stick antipyretic paste, wipe your armpits, palms and neck with a towel, be caring and attentive, and cook light but nutritious meals. ...
I think I am the happiest child in the world, and I also think my mother is the best mother in the world.
When I was nine years old, I went home in the afternoon without doing my homework because I was addicted to playing games. When you came back from the meeting and saw me like this, my serious expression made me cringe and I was severely reprimanded. Finally, I gave many examples to tell me the harm of indulging in games. I remembered my mother's warning: We should do the most important things well at all times, and we should not indulge in games from an early age, which will affect our physical and mental health and neglect our studies.
In the course of my life, because of your warm care and strict teaching, I have not deviated from the course of life and grown into a confident, optimistic, caring and grateful big boy.
Mom, it's good to have you!
My mother is so nice. My mother is very bad. She makes me study all day. After finishing my homework, she forced me to read, so I had no time to rest.
My mother made me a timetable, which was full of words. If I secretly do something that I no longer plan, I will be severely punished! You must get your mother's permission to do this.
One day after class, I secretly played football with my classmates and thought, Anyway, I am at school, and my mother never knows what I did. Although I think so, I am still a little uneasy. After school, I don't know why, going home is much slower than before, my legs seem to be loaded with lead, and my heart is slowly accelerating.
When I got home, I quickly took out my homework, ran to the bedroom and closed the door gently for fear that my mother would notice me. After a while, his mother came in Without saying anything, he went straight to the point: "Today, you write an additional review of playing football at school. By the way, the time to study has doubled! "
How did my mother know that I played football at school? Does he have fluoroscopic eyes and ears? This is what I have never understood.
My mother often makes me do housework. I don't care about washing clothes and folding quilts. Cooking is too difficult for me. You want to turn me into a cook
Once, my mother taught me to fry tomatoes and eggs. I was sleepy and yawned. My mother found out, stared at me with stern eyes and said angrily, "Hanhan! How to recite Disciples Rules? Parents teach, you must listen', it won't happen again! " This startled me and obediently replied, "It won't happen again, it won't happen again. "
Gradually, after a long time, I got used to these chores. For me now, it's just that Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts-it's a piece of cake, and I like studying. My score has soared from the previous 80 points to over 90 points, 95 points, and I have to pass 100 points. This made me suddenly understand that my mother's previous "bad" was helping me, cultivating me and making me grow.
Bad mother, how kind of you!
It's very kind of mom. The ups and downs of life are with you all the way. You are comforting the ups and downs of life. You are the one who took me upstream in trouble-mom.
It was a dark afternoon. You take me to the doctor, and the motorcycle stops at the door. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew, you slipped and your motorcycle fell. I quickly put my hand on the stairs at the door, waiting for the terrible pain from my feet. But then, I felt a soft layer on my feet. Looking carefully, it turned out that you put your foot where my foot fell in time and built a "shield" for me. I'm unscathed, but one of your feet was scratched and the other was burnt by the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle.
That time, I went to a violin class. The teacher scolded me for not practicing because I was naughty. My father brought me back and made me repeat my mistakes in class with a sullen face. Because there are too many questions, almost an hour has passed and my hands are already very sour. I summoned up my courage and asked my father to let me have a rest. Unexpectedly, I completely angered my father. He was so angry that he picked up a ruler and gave him a good beating. While practicing the piano, I thought, "If only I hadn't learned the violin, I wouldn't have to suffer this kind of crime."
Lying in bed at night, just as you were about to fall asleep, the door opened, and you dragged your tired body home from work and crept to my bed. Thinking of the experience in the afternoon and the pain now, I really want to jump into your arms and cry, but I'm not sure what you are doing in my room, so I squint and pretend to be asleep.
You sat by my bed, smeared medicinal oil on the place where I was beaten, and shed tears while wiping. You are a strong person, and you hardly cry. Tears at this time make my heart warm, and the injured place seems to be less painful.
This is my mother who loves me, a mother who loves me. You are like a ray of sunshine, shining on my way forward; You are like a spring rain, nourishing my young heart. I can't help but want to say to you: it's good to have you on the road of life!
My mother is so nice. Composition 4 "Ding" When the bell rang, I saw my mother walking to the podium with books in her face and greeting everyone calmly. In order to participate in the "parent class" activities organized by the school, my mother prepared for a week. I am extremely proud to see my mother talking with relish on the stage. As soon as the class was over, my classmates flocked to me and praised my mother's class for being great! My mother is so nice!
My mother not only speaks well in class, but also treats small animals who are not at home well. Once, I was about to turn off the lights on the balcony when my mother stopped me. She pointed to the downstairs: It turned out that a stray dog was rummaging through the trash can downstairs in my house, and I immediately drew back my outstretched hand. Mother didn't turn off the light until the puppy ran away.
Mother is so kind to small animals and more considerate to her family. Once, my grandfather was hospitalized because he smoked too much. After hearing the news, my mother hurried to the hospital while talking about grandpa. When she arrived at grandpa's hospital, sweat had already appeared on her forehead. When she didn't wipe it, she took the doctor to ask about grandpa's condition, and her mother didn't feel relieved until the doctor said it was not very important. My mother was afraid that my grandfather would pay for the medical expenses himself, so she went to the counter and paid the money at once. Another sum of money, grandpa felt a little distressed. "I really shouldn't smoke," he blamed himself. Mother said in an angry and distressed tone, "Don't let me hear about your hospitalization next time!" " "Grandpa said helplessly," You are so grumpy, come with me! "
My mother is still a strange person. She believes that life should not be too dull, but must be rich and colorful. However, she can't live without a career-my good mother.
My mother is so nice. The rain fell from the sky, holding my mother in my arms and sprinting in the rain. I am well protected. When my mother took me home and put me in bed as a baby, I looked at my mother and smiled.
My mother told me that on that rainy day, she wrapped me in a coat and held me in her arms. When I got home, I hardly got wet by the rain. However, the mother who sprinted in the rain was not so lucky. The rain that day wet her mother. As for me, I put it on the bed intact and looked at my mother like a drowned rat and smiled happily. I really didn't know anything at that time.
Grow up, grow tall, heavy, go to school. Another rainy day, that rainy night, I watched my classmates being picked up by their parents one after another. I stood on tiptoe and looked at the school gate. I am also waiting for my mother to take me home. Under my gaze, my mother appeared with an umbrella. At this time, I understand. I know my mother will pick me up from school as soon as she gets off work.
On this rainy night, my mother and I are under an umbrella. Mother put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand held an umbrella. Although I can't see our backs, I fantasize that two people, one tall and one short, are talking and laughing under an umbrella. This picture must be very warm I was surprised to get home that day. I came home dry, but my mother's other shoulder was wet. By this time, I have grown up a lot, and I can already guess that my mother poured her umbrella beside me, which caused my mother's other half to get wet.
Now that I am taller, I know more. On a rainy holiday, I went out with my mother. I have learned that I can also hold an umbrella for my mother to keep out the wind and rain.
When I was growing up, I wanted to tell my mother that it was good to have you. You have been sheltered from the wind and rain for a long time. When I grow up, it's my turn to shelter you from the wind and rain.
It's very kind of mom. 6. Mother's love is like a fire, burning me. Mother's love, like warm sunshine, has always warmed me.
On a quiet morning, my mother took me to a steamed stuffed bun shop to eat steamed stuffed buns. I feel a little cold, so my mother asked me if I should ride back to buy you a dress. I said, forget it, it doesn't matter. I ate steamed buns and came to school. After I handed in my homework, I rummaged around in my schoolbag. Hey, where is my English book? Oh, I left it in my room. I'm already dead. Because today happens to be English morning reading, hey, why am I so miserable? The English teacher found that I didn't have an English book and said, "Where's your English book?"
"at home."
"Call your mother before English class and ask her to send it." Before I could make a phone call, after the first class, the Chinese teacher said to me, "Your mother asked you to get clothes from the doorman." I ran there and saw my mother holding a bag in her hand. I took the bag and looked at it. An English book and a dress were also given to me, and suddenly I felt a warm current in my heart. Look at my mother. She is looking at me affectionately. Her hair is a little messy and her face is red. It rained heavily, and the wind made the trees stagger. My mother braved the heavy rain and strong wind to send me something. Looking at my mother's sparkling eyes, my mind kept flashing bits and pieces of my growth: it was my mother who taught me to say the first sentence, which made me rich in thoughts and emotions; It was my mother who guided me to be a man and taught me that giving is more valuable than receiving. It was my mother who grew up holding my hand and taught me to write down every stroke of my life ... "Silly boy, what are you doing? Get dressed quickly. " I just came to my senses and quickly took the clothes and put them on. My mother helped me adjust my collar and said, "Look at your memory. Next time, don't forget something. " Looking at my mother, I nodded my head hard.
Mom, that's very kind of you.
My mother is so nice. At noon today, I experienced the hardship of my mother washing clothes. I can't help but think of Meng Jiao's famous sentence: "Only an inch of long grass has a few feelings, and you get three rays of spring." Yes, only the truth that you have experienced personally can you deeply understand the profound meaning, just like a general who has never been on the battlefield is always an armchair strategist; There is no eagle fighting to death, and it will always be just a decoration in the sky; Children who have not experienced hardships during their growth will always be kites in the hands of their parents. ...
I went out to buy vegetables, because I was in a hurry on the road, so my pants were covered with odds and ends of mud. When I got home, I carefully smeared the dirty spots with fat silk, and then rubbed them hard with my hands, not daring to slack off. Washing and washing, I feel my arm is sore and painful. At this time, I want to throw my clothes in the washing machine and wring them dry! But I have a strong belief in my heart, and the belief I want to experience tells me not to do this, or I will regret it. So, I gritted my teeth, endured the terrible pain and persisted. Almost finished, but fate likes to play tricks on those who don't give up. Some die-hard people just don't want to leave my almost snow-white pants. I became angry from embarrassment and brushed with a brush dipped in fat silk. This way of venting makes fat silk water splash everywhere. In desperation, I took out "84 disinfectant" from the closet and poured it on it carefully, then dipped it in this muddy yellow liquid with a brush and brushed the surface of my pants. Slowly, "die-hard" finally bowed to his knees and looked at this "silver-wrapped trophy". I smiled happily.
It's good to have a mother! If you have it, you must learn to cherish it. It is our mother who gives us life. Let's do our best to repay our mother. "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby ... Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass ..." Let us love those children who have lost their mothers and let them feel the true feelings in the world all the time. The experience of washing clothes made me understand my mother's fatigue and hard work, and I couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to have a mother!" " "
My mother is so nice. One Thursday night, I suddenly felt dizzy, so I told my mother that she took a thermometer to take my temperature. After the measurement, my temperature actually reached 40 degrees Celsius. Knowing that I had a high fever, my mother immediately called my father and asked him to go home and take me to the hospital.
When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I needed an intravenous drip. When I had an intravenous drip, the beds there were full, so I had to sit in a chair. My mother let me sleep on her lap. Then there is a bed, and I sleep on it. When I was sleeping in bed, my father asked me with concern, "Are you hungry?" I replied, "Hungry." Later, my father went out to buy me jiaozi. When Dad came back, I saw him holding hot jiaozi and some soup in his hand. My mother fed me jiaozi and soup because my hand couldn't move because of intravenous drip.
After eating, I asked my parents if they were hungry. Are you tired? They replied that they were not tired. They asked me how I was doing. Is jiaozi delicious? I looked at their concerned eyes and said, "jiaozi is delicious." They all laughed when I told them it was delicious. I fell asleep after eating jiaozi, and I still had a lot of that potion when I slept. When I woke up, I slept in the big bed in my room. Who took me home like an angel? Actually, I know that's my mother. They carried me back. With so many bottles of potions, it should be late at night!
People say that father loves mountains. For me, maternal love is like the sea. My father would make money for my education, but he never accompanied me; Although my mother can't make money, she has always been with me. The person who knows me best may be the one who has always been with me-my dear mother.
It's very kind of mom. Composition 9 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure ..." A children's song, which can't be sung simply, tells the simplest philosophy: it's good to have a mother.
I just woke up and saw it raining outside the window. I took a few quick bites, grabbed my schoolbag and ran out of the house. The dignified atmosphere in the room really froze me.
I walked slowly in the alley, looking at this gray day, I couldn't laugh. Does it mean that the results of today's exam will be very bad? Think of the teacher's words before the exam, the support and encouragement of classmates, and the expectant eyes of my mother. In the mind a tight, feel to speed up the pace.
Now, seeing that my classmates are already reading the test paper, I strode to my seat and grabbed the test paper. The bright red numbers are particularly dazzling, and the test paper is full of ticks. Yes, I failed again. I collapsed on the stool when my legs were weak, and the noise around me had nothing to do with me. I want to cry, but there are no tears. This is why! How many days and nights of hard work have become worthless, and the aura of pride on the head has suddenly been eclipsed.
After school, it rained even harder, hitting me wantonly and laughing at my failure. I don't know when the rain stopped. I'm surprised. When I looked up, I met my mother's harmonious smile. It turned out to be her umbrella! My heart is not a taste, how to face my mother who loves me! I can't bear it any longer. I was in tears, and my sadness poured out: "mom, please leave me alone!" I didn't do well in the exam at all Mom, I'm sorry. "
Mother gently took me into her arms and patted me on the back. "Silly boy, what's wrong with your mother? Why can't I see the lights that light up late at night every night? " Mom knows that you have worked hard. One failure doesn't mean forever failure, understand? "I stopped crying and looked at my mother." So, mom, you won't blame me for being useless, will you? ""of course I don't blame you. I believe you will be the winner next time! Go, go home and make good food for your baby. " My mother and I both laughed.
Radiant, the rain really stopped, and the warm sunshine was so comfortable. It's good to have a mother, I think.
It's good to have a mother. Every time I go home and see an umbrella by the door, it reminds me of the happiness and quickness of my childhood again and again. One more thing, it always lets me know that it's good to have a mother.
In the past, whenever it rained, they would take me home with a blue umbrella with flowers on it. Whenever this time, I am really happy. I'm next to my mother, covered in a mass of blues. My mother also held my shoulder tightly with her hands to keep me from getting wet. Every time I can tell interesting stories in school happily under an umbrella. Once I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that I was under a blue color and my mother was half there. I remind mom that the umbrella is crooked, mom. No, mom said. But the umbrella is obviously crooked. Why? Why does mom say that? Watching the rain drop by drop, I came to my mother's side. My shoulders were wet and my hair was wet, but I was still protected by my mother, under a blue background.
Another rainy day, or the blue umbrella with small broken flowers, or me and my mother, taller than my mother. I seem to have returned to the scene of holding an umbrella when I was a child. After all these years, I used to protect you, so now I will protect you, and I can finally hold an umbrella for my mother.
So the umbrella in my hand leans towards my mother bit by bit, and finally my mother is covered by an umbrella. I did it, I finally did it, but my mother seemed to think something was wrong and reminded me that my umbrella was crooked. No, the umbrella is not crooked. No, I don't see my head tilted to the right. When I got home, I found my mother crying silently, but I knew it was not a sad cry, but tears of joy.
It's good to have a mother, always like a baby, always protected by him under that blue.
Mom wrote 1 1 It's a good thing that on a quiet night, a bright full moon was covered by dark clouds, and the cold wind mixed with raindrops hit the window. After several storms, the window could not help squeaking in pain.
The window didn't seem to be closed tightly, revealing a small gap, and the cold wind slipped in. Just as I was about to get up and close the window, my mother's thin body quietly came to my side, and a trace of warmth inadvertently warmed my heart. A cup of soybean milk stood in front of me, looking at the cup of soybean milk in front of me, and a scene flashed in my mind ...
Thoughts drift away slowly, and time seems to have returned to the fourth grade. At that time, the teacher assigned a lot of homework, and I had to fight with my homework until eleven o'clock every night. My mother in my memory always puts a steaming cup of soybean milk in front of me and sits quietly beside me. When I finished my homework and got ready for bed, she turned off the light for me and went back to my room to sleep peacefully.
But that day ... that day I was the same as usual, but one thing was different from usual, and that was the power failure. There are no bright lights, no heating stoves, only candles. The candle stood in front of me and the fire shone on my face. The jumping flame aroused my playful heart, so I quietly looked up at my mother. By candlelight, her thin face seemed to have many wrinkles and her eyes were full of sadness.
My mother seems to see me in an inductive way. I seem to have done something wrong, so I quickly looked down at my exercise book and pretended to be thinking. The line of sight is becoming more and more blurred, and tears are spinning in my eyes. I tried several times, and finally my tears came down. Drop by drop on my exercise book, slowly soaked. Although there is no stove to keep warm, I feel warm all over. ...
With a crunch, my thoughts floated back, and my mother closed the window for me. In the silent night, boiling soybean milk is sweet, but my heart is sweeter than honey. I know this is my mother's smell. I shouted in my heart, "it's good to have you, mom!" " "
My mother is so nice. We all think that my mother is the best person in the world to face us. They are selfless, cleaning our home and dealing with some things in our study and life. Each of us should always be grateful to my mother. My mother is really good.
Although my mother can't understand me sometimes, I know it's just a matter of the times. There will always be a generation gap between our times. There is no way to change this, but my mother will always try to understand me in life, not always denying me and thinking how strange I am, but thinking from my point of view. I think my mother can understand me like this, and I am very grateful to her. My mother is always patient with me. In fact, sometimes she can't understand me, but she tries to tolerate me. In some places, she will listen to my opinion instead of always asking me to listen to him. As she grows older, she will respect and listen to my opinions more and more. I think this benefit is really good and will help us avoid many unnecessary quarrels. Many students told me that their mothers are sometimes unreasonable and can't understand them well. At this time, they will think of my mother and think that my mother is doing better in this respect. I feel lucky.
My mother never forces me to sign up for some cram schools or interest classes, but if I am interested in something, she will let me study. For example, when I was a child, I was particularly interested in piano, so my mother would let me learn piano. My mother will tell me that she will respect my hobby, and he will help me cultivate this mood and hobby, so that I can develop my hobby into an ability.
My mother will also be very concerned about my life. For example, when I do my homework, she will think I am a little tired and bring me water to rest for a while. Not only will she let me study hard, but her mother will also be more concerned about my physical health and mental health. I think her mother is a very considerate person.
It's very kind of mom. Who is the most respectable woman in life? The answer must be our mother, the stars are shifting, and the sun and the moon are flying. Perhaps, you have forgotten who fed you when you were a child, leaving an indelible impression on your growing memory.
My mother's words are very warm. I still remember that once, the results of the math exam were announced, and I didn't get more than 90 points for the first time. I was walking home with my paper, and the sky seemed to be darkened by my emotional contagion. I trudged into the house. Unexpectedly, as soon as I came in, my mother asked me the last question I wanted to answer: "What did you take in the math exam this time?" I hesitated for a long time but I couldn't open my mouth. My mother felt something was wrong and asked again. I hesitated to spit out two words: "89.5 points!" " This sentence is like a bolt from the blue. A thunder in my heart. I'm about to accept my mother's stormy "lion roar". I didn't expect my mother to say to me gently: "The child is fine. I didn't do well in this exam. Just try harder next time! " A warm current welled up in my heart, which moved me to secretly swear that I must do well in the exam next time to repay my mother.
Mom's hands are versatile. Look! Many ingredients, after mother's hand, immediately became delicious food on the table. Once, my mother decided to scrimp and save in life and make delicious dishes with only a little ingredients. My mother had a brainwave and came up with a good way to cook good and delicious dishes with her skillful hands. The food on the dining table won everyone's praise.
Mother's arms are the warmest. As long as you throw yourself into your mother's arms, no matter what happens outside, you will not be wronged at all.
Mom, she is not only the one who gave me life, but also the one who helped me grow up. So, mom, it's good to have you!
It's very kind of mom. Composition 14 mom, you are like a spring breeze, warming my heart. You are like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; You are like a boat, taking me to the ocean of knowledge ... Mom, it's good to have you!
Mom, you grew up with me. I remember when I was seven years old, I suddenly had a stomachache in class and felt a screwdriver stirring in my stomach. Come to my school as soon as you know, take me to the hospital quickly, register behind my back and pay the fee. While waiting for the doctor, you gently rub my stomach and comfort me. "I'm not afraid. I'll be fine in a minute." To ease my pain. However, I can feel your tension and anxiety from your trembling hands. When I had to stay in the hospital because of acute gastroenteritis, you were always with me, taking care of me and explaining the lessons I left behind. Under your meticulous care, I recovered soon. What is more worthy of my pride is that with your help, I have not fallen behind in my studies. Mom, it's good to have you!
Mom, you taught me to be brave. That night, father worked overtime. What about you? Go to the office to get the composition of your classmate who hasn't finished correcting it, and leave me alone at home. When I was reading the book Charles IX, suddenly the light flashed in front of me, and the room suddenly became dark-there was no electricity. In the dark, I curled up in the corner of the sofa, thinking about the ghost story I just saw, and I was very scared. I suddenly thought of the only tool that can contact you, so I quickly took out my mobile phone and called you.
On the phone, you may have heard my fear and nervousness. You said softly, "Little man, you can protect your mother. Are you still afraid of the dark?" Turn on the flashlight on your mobile phone and see if our chandelier looks good. "I turned on the flashlight as you reminded me, and the warm light immediately filled the whole living room. I haven't finished admiring the chandelier at home, but you came back with a stack of exercise books. I smiled the moment I saw you. You taught me to be brave in the dark.
Mom, I am very happy to be your son. Mom, it's good to have you!
My mother is so nice. My mother is a farmer. She is too ordinary to recognize as soon as she walks into the crowd. My mother made me feel her love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.
There are two girls in my family. When my sister was born, my father felt a little hopeful. When another girl came to this home, my father was completely relieved.
When I was about 9- 10 years old, my parents had to fight once or twice a month. I don't know why I am young. When I grew up, when I was 12 years old, when my mother told me, all kinds of resentment and hatred immediately stayed in my heart forever: why am I not a boy?
Although I am not a boy, I don't blame anyone. It's not his fault that dad likes boys, it's my fault. Although I have a father who likes boys, I have a mother who loves me. Mother's love makes me feel the warmth of sunshine, the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of clear spring. I remember one time, my mother was ill and couldn't even stand up, let alone cook and do housework.
On the first day, my father came back late and my mother was hungry. I heated the rice, put it on the kang table and ate it with my mother. My mother couldn't even sit up. I helped her to lie down at once. I couldn't bear to see the illness haunting my mother and refusing to leave. I kept quiet when I saw that my mother couldn't eat.
I went to my mother and fed her. My mother saw that I was so sensible, and tears came out of her eyes. I hugged my mother. Only then did I realize how important my mother was in my life.
A few days later, my mother saw me so pitiful that she escaped from the underworld. Mom can cook, but she still can't. My mother fainted after a few steps. When I saw her, she was as weak as grass in the rain, and I cried sadly again.
A few days later, my mother stood up with tenacious will. I also showed a bright smile.
I will study hard in the future and repay my parents when I grow up. Let my father know that girls also have a tenacious side.
Ah! Mother, you are the most beautiful, greatest, noblest and most respectable mother in Shibu! ! !