In ordinary daily life, we often see the figure of composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is my mother's love composition for the senior high school entrance examination, which is for reference only. Let's take a look. Mother's love for the senior high school entrance examination composition 1
For more than ten years, no matter in life or study, although I sometimes walk smoothly and sometimes stumble, I have never lacked my mother's love. It is my mother's love that helps me move forward all the way. It's sunny on Sunday, February 8 th. "Come and comb your hair, little darling!" In the morning, my mother came to me with a comb in her face, squatted down gently and lovingly stroked my hair: "When I get up in the morning, my hair is messy and ugly!" Come on, mom will help you manage it. "
I don't like to comb my hair, muttering, "No, no, my mother has a headache when she combs it. I don't want … my mother's smile is still undiminished, but she smiles more brightly:" If my hair is not combed, it will be broken and become bald! "
"Bald head? Ah! Don't! I want to comb my hair! " I said, holding my mother's hand.
The sunshine penetrated into the room and enveloped our mother and daughter. Time fixed the picture at this moment, and I giggled from time to time.
This year, I was 5 years old.
It was cloudy on Saturday, August 13th.
"Little darling, comb my hair!" At this time, my mother came to my side, but I was busy because I got up too late and impatiently replied, "I comb it myself!" " My mother stopped moving and smiled, but I ignored it. After packing, I went straight past my mother and said, "Comb your hair!" " The loving voice made me turn around: "I see.
On my way, my mother kept staring at my back, and I drifted away, drifting away ...
This year, I was 11 years old.
It's cloudy and sunny on Monday, May 2th
"Mom, let me comb my hair!" I ran to my mother with a comb and asked her to help me comb my hair, but my mother sat on the sofa watching TV and said slowly, "I'm too old to comb my hair!" " I was wandering around in the new country, and I walked aimlessly. I accidentally caught a glimpse of an old man sitting and a few standing in the park pavilion. Looking carefully, it was a young woman combing her hair for an old woman, carefully. The woman seemed to be saying something. She came closer and said, "Mom, it was painful for you to comb my hair at that time. How comfortable I am now. Your daughter, I am good to you!" The old woman didn't say anything, but grinned and kept smiling ... I got it. I really got it. I immediately turned and ran home, panting and said, "Mom, let me comb your hair!" " Mom was shocked. After slowing down, my mother's eyes were full of smiles, and from time to time she said, "My daughter has grown up!" " I feel warm after listening to it. The ticking of the master's clock stopped, the sun set, and the orange sunshine hung over our mother and daughter, freezing, leaving only mother's "hehe" laughter. I was 14 years old this year.
when the same pressure is connected, the water is too busy to stop. My mother's love is accompanied by the endless life of time, which helps me to move forward all the way. Mom's love for the senior high school entrance examination composition 2
"Why don't you do your homework soon? When will you play?" "Be careful on the road, I can't help you in case of anything." My mother's nagging is always like a surging river, which keeps pouring into my ears.
Saturday, August 21st, 2xx is sunny
What a coincidence! Today, my father is on a business trip, and my mother will also go out to study. They won't come back until three days later. In the morning, when I came back from the railway station after seeing my parents off, I found the sky bluer, the grass greener and the clouds whiter. "I won't listen to annoying nagging, write countless homework, and frown and eat dishes that I don't like. Heaven, earth, which passing angel elder sister gave me such an opportunity! " I shouted "Long live" in my heart, planning to take several packs of instant noodles home for lunch and evening, playing computer games, playing all night, and getting addicted ... At 12 o'clock in the evening, I couldn't hold on, so I turned off the computer and fell asleep. Looking back on the experience of this day, I always feel empty.
Sunday, August 22nd, 2xx, cloudy
Today, I slept until noon and had breakfast and lunch together. Then, I ran to the study, slammed the switch of the host computer and slammed the keyboard, and the computer started under my barbaric behavior. After playing for several hours, I yawned constantly, rubbed my sleepy and tired eyes, looked around and wanted to eat a hot meal cooked by my mother. I turned off the computer feebly and lay in bed, suddenly having an impulse to want my mother to come back. I shook my head and tried to force myself to change this idea. After all, this is my dream day. How can I want my mother to go home? But that idea is as deeply rooted in my heart as the roots of a big tree; Like a rising sun, it is getting brighter and brighter in my mind; Like a glass of wine, the longer it lasts, the better it tastes. I wanted to forget it by playing, so I called my classmates and asked them to play table tennis, but they either went to cram school or did their homework. They were envious when they heard that I was alone at home. I gave a wry smile and said nothing.
It rained on Monday, August 23rd, 2xx
Today, I feel a strong yearning, and I want to hear my mother's nagging! I rubbed my hands and walked back and forth, as if I were standing on a red-hot iron plate. Even the computer I was most interested in had lost its appeal. In the past, scenes of my mother at home came to my mind. "It's really hard to live without my mother! When my mother comes back, I will do whatever I say. " I made up my mind.
Motherly love is an earnest exhortation when you are confused; Motherly love is an earnest and touching reminder when traveling; Motherly love is the nagging that makes people "upset" in life. Composition Mother's Love Composition 3
I have a nagging mother. "Keep your head up, hold your chest out, pay attention to your writing posture", "Keep your head up, hold your chest out, pay attention to your writing posture" ... Every day my nagging mother keeps nagging me like this, and I really can't stand it. I attended a calligraphy training class from the second grade. I have to practice calligraphy at home after class, and I have a hard pen and a soft pen. Although I have passed CET-5 now, the calligraphy teacher is still dissatisfied with me, saying, "If you can correct your writing posture, your writing level will go up a step." When my mother knew, the nagging "hold your head up, hold your chest out, and pay attention to your writing posture" came, and I tried my best to correct my writing posture. At the end of this summer class, the teacher said, "Your posture has been adjusted, and it will be better to continue to work hard." After listening to it, I found my interest in calligraphy again.
"Be careful with the car, pay attention to safety, and take the zebra crossing". My mother will nag me when I go out every day, and I will hear this sentence in my ears every day. Safety comes first, which is what I learned from my mother's nagging. Once, when I was about to cross the road, a car came at a gallop. My big sister next to me seemed not to see it and went straight to the opposite side. This car almost hit her, which frightened me. Every day when I cross the road, I have to check whether there are cars on the left and right. If there are cars, let them go first. I will cross the road again. If there are no cars, I will take the zebra crossing. My mother's nagging affects me quietly.
"Eat less things that get angry and rinse your mouth after every meal". No matter whether my mother is at home or not, she will urge me to do it and stick to it, which will help and prevent my old problem-tonsillitis. At first, I didn't care about my mother's nagging, I didn't believe it, I didn't like it, and I didn't want to go to so much trouble every day. But it was because of my mother's nagging that I paid attention to it. I insisted on gargling after every meal. In recent months, my tonsils were very obedient and obedient, and I was free from taking medicine and intravenous drip. I was happy, my mother was happy, and my body was much better. It was the best of both worlds!
sometimes when I am quiet, I wonder if other people's mothers nag their children like my mother. My study, life, body and other aspects have the words of my mother's nagging, which is quite annoying. Is it just because my mother loves nagging? No, in fact, I really feel that my mother's nagging is full of instructions, caring and loving. I believe that as I grow up, I take my study seriously and learn to take care of myself, and my mother will gradually feel at ease with me, and my nagging will be less and less. But some people say that in my mother's eyes, no matter how old I grow, my child will always be a baby that my mother can't put down. Anyway, I want to say loudly: I love my mother, and I love her nagging. Mom's love for the senior high school entrance examination composition 4
It turns out that many things will go away inadvertently. -Inscription
When I was a child, I would blame you. When you met me, you always came in a hurry and went in a hurry. I always hear what you say the most. You must go. See me next time. I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant, or I'm used to it.
I remember one day when I was a child, in the kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it. So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still gone. That time, I cried very sadly, but my child, I can't remember anything after crying.
that's how life goes. Day after day, year after year. If you are sensible, you will be blamed for growing up with your mother, just like other children, but you find that you are not as happy as you thought. I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never thought of it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was. Finally, you live in that place where disinfectant is everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on your bed, talking to me, as if tears were about to flow down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, and you still answered me weakly, "What do you think?" I said that must have hurt.
After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about my poor health, but you are worse than me. Sometimes, you will be blamed for saying, "Take care of yourself. How can you take care of your precious daughter if you can't even take care of yourself?" Now, I will love you. Now, I finally understand that family love is a place of love, and it is full of love.
what a pathetic child I would be without you. So I decided to love you as hard as you love me, but I must love you. Warm sunshine crawls lazily into the window, and suddenly you are beside you, smiling as bright as a star. It's good to have you.
actually, mom, you know what? I've always wanted to say to you personally, "It's not easy for you to ask me. But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have been giving me strength, not afraid, not timid. " Mom, actually, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously.
Be the happiest thing for your mother, and say to your mother when she is happy, "Mom, I love you." Mom's love for the senior high school entrance examination composition 5
night, deep. That banana fan is still rocking, rocking, rocking ... rocking, and tears are falling.
streamer easily abandons people, turning cherries red and bananas green. Perhaps because of this, banana has poetry, and banana fans are so popular.
that banana fan is mom's favorite. In summer, there is a fan at home, but my mother always points the fan at us and shakes the banana fan herself. She says she doesn't like the wind from the fan, and the wind from the banana fan is more comfortable. I believed it and enjoyed the coolness with a clear conscience. However, once I accidentally glanced at my mother who was fanning a banana fan, and there was a faint sweat on her forehead. I don't understand!
My mother doesn't allow me to blow the fan when I sleep, because I caught a cold after blowing the fan once. But the summer night is hot and long, how can you sleep without a little coolness? Think about it and you will be sad.
that night, the weather was particularly sultry. I have always fallen asleep, and I am awake. I can't sleep after tossing and turning. It's too hot this day. How can you sleep? It seems that after a long time, I heard my mother washing clothes and coming to bed. Hurriedly pretend to sleep with my back out. My mother doesn't like me sleeping so late. Mom seemed to think of something after going to bed, and went out again. I peeked. Oh, it was to get the banana fan. I just felt my neck gently rubbed, and then a cool, restless heart gradually calmed down.
I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I only felt that the moon was a little tilted to the west. It should be very late. There is a rhythmic sound in my ears. What's the matter? What's the noise? Mom should have fallen asleep long ago, too. Where did that sound come from? Did you hear me wrong? I held my breath and listened carefully, as if it were the sound of a banana fan rocking gently. In the gloom, I slowly turned around, then my body shook violently, tears poured out like a burst of banks, and my body trembled slightly. I tried my best to restrain myself from making any noise.
Mother's body is gently undulating, as if she had not slept, as if she were awake, and the banana fan in her hand was shaking. The palm fan clenched in the hand is fanned rhythmically at a certain frequency. And the hair on my mother's forehead has already clung to her forehead, and her clothes have become sweatshirts. I reached out my hand to wipe the sweat on my forehead for my mother, but unexpectedly I met a banana fan. My mother suddenly opened her eyes and asked nervously, What's the matter, are you awake from the heat? It's all my fault, how could I fall asleep ... I shook my head and immediately turned around to prevent her from seeing the tears. The sound of the banana fan rang again, and the breeze blew in, but my heart could not be calm for a long time ...
Because of you, I no longer feel the long and hard summer night ...