Hello Mom Composition 1
As the sun set and the cold wind blew, Granny Li stood at the intersection at the head of the village, her face full of sadness, and she let out a few sobs from time to time. She kept saying, "Mom, I can't believe that she has no bad intentions." All the insiders passing by stopped to cry with her.
Grandpa Li and Granny Li are both 62 years old this year and have been good neighbors of my family for many years. A month ago, their son Dayong fell into the water from a punting boat and died unfortunately. How can you not be sad when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?
Dayong is the second son of the second elder. He originally had an older brother before him. Dayong's brother was playing by the river when he was 6 years old. He accidentally fell into the river and drowned. Granny Li gave birth to Dayong again when she was 34 years old. Dayong's arrival brought infinite joy to the two elders. Granny Li quit her job and devoted herself to taking care of Dayong. In order to keep Dayong away from the water, she spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a house with no ditches around, so that Dayong could be placed in an absolutely safe environment. When Dayong was 8 years old, children of the same age had already learned to splash in the water under the guidance of adults, but Granny Li was determined not to let Dayong get close to the water.
After graduating from high school, Dayong failed to enter college. Several of his classmates wanted to contract fish ponds with Dayong. Granny Li firmly disagreed because he could not handle water. Grandpa Li proposed that Dayong should learn how to swim first before contracting the fish pond. He said: "We are a water town in Zeguo. How can he escape the water?" Grandma Li disagreed. She said: "Stay away from the water, I can't bear any more accidents."
However, accidents still happened, and we still can't live without water.
The family was preparing to renovate the house for Dayong to get married, so Dayong invited a few young people to go to the kiln to buy bricks with him. On the way back, the boat hit a bridge pier. Dayong and another young man fell into the water together. The young man quickly swam to the shore, but Dayong sank to the bottom of the river. The ruthless river swallowed up his young life, and Granny Li's years of careful care were wiped out.
As the sun sank into the ground, the cold wind blew in and out. Grandma Li was sighing and sobbing, and kept saying: "Mom can't think of it, she doesn't have bad intentions."
< p> Grandpa Li came to Granny Li on crutches: "Old lady, go home, life has to go on.""Hey, I really shouldn't have let him get the boat." Granny Li regretted it endlessly.
"Fire and water are merciless, it's impossible to guard against it!" Grandpa Li comforted her.
"Listen to your words, let him learn to handle water earlier, and nothing will happen to him. Loving him is also hurting him." Granny Li regretted and fell into deep self-blame.
"Yes, love can be harmful sometimes." Grandpa Li responded like a philosopher.
"If you don't have the ability to survive, I can support you and leave you a lot of money, but you can't leave! Granny Li sighed.
The wind sounded tighter. In the cold wind, The two old men supported each other and walked towards the village, leaving behind Grandma Li with endless regrets: "Mom can't believe that she has no bad intentions! "Hello Mom Composition 2"
When I was a child, I always felt that my mother was not as beautiful as other mothers.
In my memory, my mother seemed to be always busy. After work every day, she looked tired. My face was gray, my eyes were dull, and my skin was rough and sallow. It was completely different from other mothers who looked radiant and had exquisite makeup. Then there was the sound of cooking in the kitchen, leaving me alone. Playing alone in the living room.
Occasionally one day, I opened the drawer of the bedroom and found an old photo album. The glue in the photo album was deformed and the corners were wrinkled. I flipped through it and saw a familiar face.
It was my mother when she was young. She had just entered college and had two ponytails. She had a sunny smile and exuded a green aura. Like a flower that had just bloomed. She stood on the top of Huashan Mountain, with a white complexion and bright and clear eyes, like the stars in the night sky. She was completely different from the mother I knew. I was stunned for a moment. Yes, my mother had too. Walk through the flower season like me.
My mother said that the countryside is noisy in the summer, with the chirping of cicadas and frogs mixed together, and the air is constantly exuding heat...
By the window on a summer night, she hunched over her desk and wrote, looking forward to the future and ideals. She also believed in what her parents and teachers said: "Work hard now and you will be happy when you grow up."
So, she sat at her desk, plowing the paper with pen and ink, and silence settled in her heart. The swift pen under the dim desk lamp reflected a stream of light... She looked up at the bright stars in the sky. They were like elves flying in the night sky, lighting up the blue sky. A smile floated on her face, and her mind was thinking about an illusory future with infinite possibilities.
The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and time flies like an arrow. My mother used her hard work to write a bright youth, just like the stars missing the morning sunshine, smiling, trivial but bright. When he got the college admission notice, my grandfather drank a bottle of wine alone in front of the portrait of his ancestors, and my grandmother shed tears of happiness... Those bits and pieces are filled with a faint fragrance deep in the memory.
As time goes by, the time when the cicadas played the summer music has quietly slipped away and transformed into a beautiful picture album in the long years.
That girl who was naturally gentle, neither competitive nor arrogant, but shy when others praised her, became my mother. However, with my birth, my mother gradually evolved into an omnipotent superman, cooking, laundry, English, calligraphy, guzheng, vocal music... My mother accompanied me, and seemed to want to use these specialties to make up for her childhood regrets. .
My mother gradually changed. She became bloated and had dazzling white hair. As I grew up, I also changed. I understood my mother's hard work and discovered her beauty. My mother said that she had been mediocre all her life, and the only thing she was proud of was giving birth to a sensible and progressive daughter like me. I was her pride and her happiness. She always thinks that she is an inconspicuous one among the vast crowd, but she doesn't know that she is everything to me. Around her, happiness flows slowly like spring water and moistens like raindrops. It purifies a heart and warms the whole family.
My mother tolerates me with her love, embraces me, and understands me. I also want to return this full love to my mother and keep all the warmth and beauty that my mother has given me in my heart.
Hello, mom! Thank you for growing up with me, I want to grow old with you... Hello Mom Composition Part 3
Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. If you fall into your mother's arms, you won't be able to enjoy happiness.
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My mother used to be a very gentle and patient person. A girl who loves work very much and is very virtuous. But now he is back from working abroad. Today's mother has completely changed, she is no longer as virtuous as before, and now she no longer has that much endurance. Because my mother’s diploma was only from high school. So my mother can't find a job here now. Mom still loves learning so much. She could have gone to college, but because her family was too poor to have the 300 yuan, she gave up her studies.
Mom, can you tell me why you have so little endurance now? It's because I'm disobedient! Or is it because I'm just lazy in the house all day. I know you want me to study very well, but I have worked hard. Do you have any other requirements? I will definitely satisfy you that I will be successful when you grow up, raise you well, and respect you well. Mom, I beg you to get your old endurance back. Please. I don’t want to see my own mother being the kind of person who has no stamina. I don’t want to see her beating and scolding her when she sees something unpleasant.
Mom, can you tell me, why do you love working so much and no one comes to you? Is it because your family was poor and didn't ask you to go to college? Is your diploma too low now? Or because you don't trust me to be at home alone, so you don't go to work. But you must go to work. You can stay at home for me, but what will you do with yourself in the future? Please go back to work. You don't have to worry about me. I'm almost in junior high school now. I can take care of myself by myself. Don't worry, Mom. I am no longer the kid I was when I was a kid. Now I have grown into a sunny and handsome boy. Goodbye mom, I hope you find a job and call me often.
Mom, believe me, I will definitely be admitted to a good junior high school. If I don’t let you worry, I will definitely study hard now, and if you don’t let you talk nonsense, I will definitely become conscious. Don’t let you talk about me, I will definitely do the best in everything I do in front of you. I won’t let you hit me or scold me anymore. Mom hopes you can go back to your original self. Mom asks you to go to work well. Be patient. But also have the same as you had before. I will study hard. Now I am ranked second in my grade. So as long as I work hard, I can get the first place back.
Please believe my mother. I am no longer the kid I was when I was a kid.
I will take care of myself and please work well in Hubei. There is no need to worry about me. Besides, I still have many classmates and friends staying with me. Just give me one more call. Goodbye, Mom, work well in Hubei. I will call you often to ask you. I hope you will miss me often, call me often, and chat with me on WeChat often. I will correct all my mistakes please. After work, you must come back well.
Mom, I hope you can return to your original self, go to work, and stop worrying about me, Mom. Hello Mom Composition Part 4
Everyone has a good mother who loves him. My mother loves me very much and cares about me, but the way she educates me is wrong and I don't like it. How I wish now that my mother would have something to say and stop yelling at me. One Sunday morning, I didn't finish my homework, so I took my skipping rope and got ready to go out to play. As soon as I walked to the door of my house, my mother took a few strides to me and yelled angrily: "Go back to your room and do your homework!" I was sad. I walked to the room and started doing my homework.
Just halfway through, my mother came over and shouted: "Look what time it is now, why don't you go to the diary class!" I quickly put on my schoolbag and went out. Walking on the road, I The tears flowed down involuntarily from his face like broken beads. Another time, after I finished my homework and was about to watch TV, my mother came over and yelled at me: "You don't go find a book to read, you only watch TV!" I walked to the room and took a copy of Andersen's I started reading the book. When I was fascinated by it, my mother came over and yelled: "You have been reading for so long and you don’t know how to eat. You will be useless when you grow up." It was another Sunday. After finishing my homework, I went to play with Barbie dolls. As soon as I took Barbie doll in my hand, my mother discovered it. My mother yelled again: "How about taking a look at the composition book? Reading the composition book for a while will hurt you?" I got angry, threw down the Barbie doll and went to read the essay. I was fascinated by it. When I was here, my mother came over and yelled: "Why don't you take away your Barbie doll? You look like you are throwing it around. What's the use of it when you grow up?" I put away the Barbie doll sadly.
I really couldn’t stand my mother’s education methods. I shouted to my mother: “Mom, please have something to say and don’t yell at me all the time, okay?” In fact, I know that my mother is good for me, but This way hurts my self-esteem. I don't like my mother to be like this. Hello Mom Composition Part 5
Dear Mom, do you still remember that in kindergarten, no matter how busy you were, you came to accompany me for activities? Do you still remember that whenever I was sick, you put down what you were doing and hurriedly came to school to pick me up for medical treatment? Do you remember that you taught me the process of making a tabloid every time with concentration?
In my memory, Mom, you are always very busy. When I was still in your belly, you had just founded your advertising company. Other pregnant mothers would take more rest, but you worked particularly hard at that time. You worked day and night for your work and the soon-to-be-born me, often working until the early morning before going home. When I was a child, I was always sleeping during the day, but I was like an owl at night. You had a busy day's work, and you had to carefully take care of the noisy me at night. Long-term poor sleep has made your throat hoarse for many years. No matter how hard it is, you still love your job very much and can always overcome many difficulties to complete the task. You recalled to me the hardships of starting a business, and you always said with a smile: "Son, when you have your own goals, you must move forward bravely. Mom's progress is due to you. It is your company that makes mom more brave!" I know you were very tired at that time, but I have never seen you cry. Now I have my own football hobby. Whenever I feel frustrated and want to give up, I become stronger when I think of you.
Mom, do you still remember? I often have "stomach pain" in school. As soon as you receive a call from the teacher, you immediately put down your work and rush to school non-stop. You rush to the hospital at an alarming speed. While driving, you don't forget to ask me if it hurts. Every time After getting checked out at the hospital and resting for a while, I felt fine again. At that time, I was not used to living on campus. My nervousness made me make a fuss whenever I had a minor illness. Now when I think of your nervous and concerned eyes at that time, I feel very guilty. Being young and ignorant, I don’t know how much I wasted on you. Time. I know you saw my little tricks, but you didn't expose me. Later, you tried every possible means to help me adapt to campus life. Now, I love campus life very much and get along very happily with my teachers and classmates.
Mom, thank you! Every holiday, the school brigade department has the task of writing a tabloid, which became my farewell holiday ceremony. You always carefully accompany me to find and select materials, and teach me step by step how to carefully cut and paste scattered objects into a beautiful tabloid. You look so attentive and beautiful when you teach me seriously. Hard work pays off, my tabloid is on the school’s bulletin board every year, and it never fails. I feel very proud of it. I know that this is not just a tabloid, but mom, you set an example and taught me to take everything around me seriously.
Mom, do you still remember that time you and I were on the podium for the school’s elegant stars and recited the award speech on behalf of our grade? How happy you were at that time! Practicing your recitation in front of the mirror over and over again like a primary school student. The moment you put on your pure white cheongsam and high heels and held my hand tightly and stepped on the red carpet to the podium, you were the brightest thing in my eyes. Mother! I know how much you care about every bit of my growth, and how eager you are to share my joy of success with me!
You are a mother who loves beauty. I tease you about how beautiful you are, and I always jokingly tell you that you have to thank me for being more sensible and saving you a lot of worries, so you don’t have a full face. Wrinkles and a head full of gray hair. In fact, I know that you have paid a lot for me. You said that loving life, a positive attitude and full of positive energy can make people full of energy. This sentence also deeply infected me and made me full of confidence on the road of growth. Although you often lose things, even though you can’t tell the difference between east, west, and north when you go out, although you always ignore my advice to secretly glance at your phone when waiting at a red light, even though you forget to bring an umbrella and pull me to run wildly in the rain every time it rains. ...Although you also have many shortcomings, no matter what, you are the goddess in my heart. You watched the movie "Hello, Li Huanying" with me. I was very touched. I also want to say to you: "My mother, I just want you to be healthy and happy!"
Thank you for your support over the years. Thank you for your careful care and accompany me to grow up. I wish you a happy holiday and become more and more beautiful! Hello Mom Composition Part 6
Maternal love cannot be forgotten.
"Hello Li Huanying" is dedicated to every ordinary and great mother. The key line in it is "I just want you to be healthy and safe." It made the audience burst into tears.
1981. Victory Chemical Plant. The hard-working and tenacious spirit of the women's volleyball team is the spirit of an era.
Time and space that cannot be traveled through, childhood that cannot be returned. A unique film dedicated to mothers.
Mom, if it weren’t for you, I could play various games at home every day.
Mom, if it weren’t for you, I could watch "Douluo Dalu" freely.
If it weren’t for you, I would have a lot of rest time, I would be very free, and there wouldn’t be so many interest classes.
However, if it were not for you, my English and Chinese scores would not be so good. If it were not for you, my scores would plummet.
We cannot become the second Jia Ling. Where did the time go? In the blink of an eye, the green hair on my parents' heads turned into white hair. There is a song that everyone is familiar with and can sing, which is "Only Mom is Good in the World". From children to teenagers, from teenagers to youth, from youth to middle age, and finally from middle age to old age. This is what every person and every creature will experience in their lifetime. Every mother was once a young girl in her bloom, and every father was once a handsome young man. But when the parents grow old and the flowers bloom and fall, let us Remember, parental love cannot be forgotten.
Mom, how are you? I love you! Hello Mom Composition Part 7
I vaguely remember that the last movie that made me cry to tears was "Eight Hundred", and the same is true for "Hello, Li Huanying" this time.
"This movie has too much stamina."
At the time, I didn’t feel much when I heard netizens say this, but after watching it, I realized that this movie has great potential. After walking out of the movie theater, I always cried inexplicably, and my tears couldn’t stop. Came down in a controlled manner.
I was thinking, why do I always want to cry so much, but later I discovered that I look so much like Jia Xiaoling in the movie. I have never been a child of "other people's family" since I was a child. I neither inherited my mother's fair skin nor my father's big eyes. When I was in elementary school, I was too outspoken and had many quarrels with my classmates in class.
Every time, it was my mother who went to apologize to others. I was still young and naive at the time, so I always felt that this was not a big deal. Only later did I realize how sad and helpless my mother was at that time.
After I entered junior high school, everyone in the class was "other people's children." I stopped causing trouble in the class, but I always quarreled with my mother at home, and once even made my mother cry. , I also think she did it on purpose. Now I realize that if I was in elementary school, I would occasionally make my mother happy because of my grades. But in junior high school, I never made her happy or proud. I suddenly began to doubt myself, my abilities, and my achievements, until I heard my mother say something: "Actually, my mother has always believed in you. Your father may have regretted it, but I have never regretted it. I always feel that my daughter will be my pride."
While watching the movie, when Li Huanying said, "My daughter will definitely have a future," it overlapped with this scene, and tears fell down all of a sudden.
"I just hope that my daughter can be healthy and happy."
"First, you must cherish life and live well; second, you must not feel inferior." When I associated these two sentences together, my nose suddenly became sore, my eyes turned red, and the softest part of my heart was touched.
“My baby!”
“But she doesn’t know how to sew yet.”
"Are you happy that I'm here?"
"So happy!"
"I can make you happier!"
At that moment, I had never wanted to make my mother happy so much. Later I asked her, "When can I make you happy again?"
"I am happy now"
< p> "What are you happy about?""You finished most of your homework on Saturday."
"Look at your potential." I turned my face away deliberately, trying my best not to let my tears fall.
I think the meaning of mother may be that even if she doesn’t believe in herself, she always believes in you; no matter how much pressure you receive outside, she only hopes that you are healthy and happy; even if you do something A very small thing, but she can be happy for a long time; it turns out that every mother is Li Huanying, and every child is Jia Xiaoling.
“Every mother is before her mother, she must be herself first.”
So, in the new year, hello, mom! Hello Mom Composition Part 8
Plant a laurel tree, the fragrance of flowers comes, and listen to the sound of new life joining in the years.
A dense osmanthus tree in the courtyard of my hometown has grown wildly and unrestrainedly for more than ten years, blooming brilliantly in the autumn light and shadow, spreading over the wall and forming a landscape of its own. Cats wandered among them, playing and playing.
We have a habit of planting a osmanthus tree when we have a daughter. My mother deliberately planted a four-season osmanthus tree for me. The petals are as big as rice grains and the stamens are light yellow, like jade. They are carefully carved and covered with trees, full of vitality and fragrant all year round.
When the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, it is the most exciting and joyful moment of the year. I climbed up a high branch and gently touched it from bottom to top, and the clusters of flowers instantly spread out, scattering pieces of flowers. rain. My mother scolded me and asked me to come down quickly, while she started making sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice, which attracted everyone to come forward and watch.
It is really a delicate job. It is not easy to collect small sweet-scented osmanthus. You also have to remove the flower stems as thin as hair. This is something that only a meticulous and patient mother can do. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the enticing bees dance and sing around the mother. My mother spread the collected tidbits layer by layer in a glass jar separated by honey. A bottle of broken gold is filled with the sweetness and happiness of life. A bottle full of osmanthus and topped with red sorghum wine is the best osmanthus brew. When making sesame yuanxiao next year, add a small spoonful of it before putting it in the pot. The rich aroma of wine will blend in with the light scent of osmanthus, making people intoxicated.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon was shining brightly, and my mother was sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I walked up and sat next to my mother, listening to her reciting poems. "'Why does it need light blue and deep red, it is naturally the best among flowers.' No need for heavy decoration, active growth, it is the best among flowers. Osmanthus is like this, you should be like this." Mom's words are wrapped in the fragrance of osmanthus, I don't know Unconsciously, I was brought into the poetic autumn of thousands of years ago. After saying that, she looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and then at me, her eyes like water, full of love.
It seems that time has returned to more than ten years ago. Grandma looked at the little girl beside her under the leafy osmanthus tree. She was also so gentle, conveying love.
My mother’s temperament is like this, she is deeply affectionate towards everything in the world. The moonlight shone down, outlining my mother's clear face, gentle and tranquil.
Mom has always loved this world deeply. Her love for life, tenderness for life, and love for children are just like the fragrance of osmanthus, rich, warm, and lasting... Hello Mom composition Chapter 9
Mother is a kind of time, the time that flows from the green land to a forest, the time that flows from the stream to a deep lake, the time that flows from the bright moon to an iceberg.
With the lights dimming outside the window, I was swimming in the sea of ??topics, burning the midnight oil and writing hard at my desk. The pen tip that was brushing on the paper suddenly stopped. The handle of the door was gently turned, making an extremely weak sound, followed by a pause, and then the sound of tiptoeing footsteps. All of this was so gentle. Watching Fen As I was struggling to write, my mother said distressedly: "Eat some fruit and take a rest." My mother's words seemed like a warm current flowing into my heart, gentle and warm, and enveloped me gently.
I looked at the exquisite fruit plate, with colorful fruits of various sizes, long, square, rhombus, or round, arranged in an orderly manner. My mother handed a piece of fruit to my mouth with a delicate little fork. The cool and sweet taste penetrated my heart, as if there was a special magic power, injecting endless strength and joy into me who was tired from studying for a day, and my mood instantly Filled with swelling joy.
After a while, my mother, as the creator behind the love fruit, came over to close the deal. After seeing the disc in action, a smile of relief overflowed from the corner of her mouth. In this way, the love fruit every night became my thoughts and became the most anticipated moment of my day.
In the quiet night, the sky is full of stars shining with dazzling light. I know that the warm orange light in the living room will always light up for me and accompany me until late at night...
Time flies, my mother is no longer young, no longer full of vitality, her temples are A few strands of silver have also been added, but the meticulous care she gave me has not diminished at all. When I encounter troubles in my studies, when I need help in life, when I feel confused on the road of life, my mother is like a timely rain, and like my anchor, she is my strongest support, helping me and guiding me to ride the wind and waves. .
Thank you for meeting me and becoming your son. Hello, Mom, it’s great to have you! Hello Mom Composition Part 10
As long as I can remember, my mother has always looked like a middle-aged woman. So I gradually forgot that my mother also had a period of golden years and a glorious past.
On the bookshelf beside the bed are two pairs of photos. The mother in the photo has bright eyes, as if there are stars hidden in her eyes; she has long soft black hair, none of the silvery strands she has now; she is not exactly slim, but she is full of charm.
If I could turn back the clock thirty years and touch that pretty, smart and energetic girl, I would definitely spend the brightest time in my life with her. Witness the brilliance of a young girl from the perspective of her friend, a bystander - not her daughter. Oh, don't forget to tell her something.
Don’t forget to protect your appearance. I often point to old photos and tease my mother: "Look, you were much prettier back then than you are now!" At that time, my mother was full of energy, with slim shoulders and thin arms, which only made the world dim. It’s just that I didn’t notice that the background of the photo at that time was dark green mountains, ethereal clear water, and distant flower fields, but I was not there. Thinking about it carefully, if it were not for me, would my mother age slower? Will it still be full of content, at least retain the moving color? !
Fifteen years have passed by in a hurry, and the wrinkles on my mother’s face are from working hard for her career and worrying about my studies. When did my mother spend less and less time looking in the mirror, leaving me alone to dress up with a smile? That white and tender skin, that flawless face, those rosy lips... they were all magnificent treasures that my mother once had but gave up without hesitation.
Don’t forget to cherish your hands. Three hundred and sixty days a year, all in firewood, rice, oil and salt. The smoke of the fireworks is like a bracelet that my mother can't take off, lingering between my fingers, but it makes a pair of delicate hands stained by the dust of travel, making them no longer young. My mother hugged me with these hands, signed documents, and held the rice spoon.
Whenever my mother caressed my head gently, her no longer delicate and soft palm suddenly passed over somewhere in my heart, causing uneasy waves. My mother was not born a strong woman, but after tempering, she wrapped her softness with armor and charged into battle again. The sad experiences and life problems have long turned into uneven lines on my mother’s palms. So I always wanted to hold those hands, but I was speechless.
Don’t forget to be yourself. "A boy's dream is fearless but long. The seeds of dandelions float back and gather into the shape of an umbrella. You forget the ten years of cold weather and just fly as much as you want..." I shouldn't have laughed secretly when you called me to watch the sunset in surprise. You are crazy - please use your bright eyes to record the beauty of life again; when you try to lift the volleyball, I shouldn’t laugh at you for making all the wrong moves - please tie your hair in a high ponytail, put on your spring clothes, and do a vigorous dunk Ball; please pluck the strings with both hands and sing as much as you want with your clear singing voice. That is your passing time.
Thank you for meeting me and making me your daughter! Thank you, mom, for accompanying me to become a better version of myself!
Mom, don’t forget your passing years, please remember that you will always be beautiful in my heart! Hello Mom Composition Part 11
There are many unforgettable things in my memory, but the story that happened between my mother and I is the most unforgettable and interesting.
I remember one summer vacation, when I was learning to ride a bicycle, I was filled with fear of falling. My mother encouraged me and said, "Mom will be behind you to support you." I hesitantly pedaled on the bicycle, and my mother said, "Look in front of me and pedal hard." I tried pedaling, but the bicycle moved, and then pedaled again. , the bicycle moved forward. My mother bent over behind me, holding my bicycle seat, and ran forward with me.
I pedaled faster and faster, and I felt so happy that I felt like I was flying. I shouted happily: "Mom, look, I can ride a bicycle!" After that, I didn't hear my mother's answer for a long time. . I couldn't help but look back, "Huh? Where's mom?" The moment I looked back, my bicycle ran into the lawn. With a scream, I fell on the lawn. What was even worse was the bicycle. And it was still pressing on me.
At this moment, my mother ran over panting. While holding the bicycle, I said, "I'm exhausted. Son, are you okay?" I got up from the ground and said, "It's okay!" My mother gasped and said, "Why is my son riding so fast? You should let me go if you let me go." Let me take a breath! I really can’t catch up!” I smiled and said: “Mom, I really didn’t let you go!” I took the bicycle and said to my mother: “You don’t need to help me this time, I will ride it by myself!” After saying that, he got on his bicycle and ran away. Mom stood there and shook her head helplessly.
My mother takes care of my daily life and cares about my growth and learning. She is also the source of happiness in my life. She can always turn some unhappy things into happy moments in an instant with a joke.
My mother taught me optimism and courage. My mother is my mentor, my best friend, and my favorite person. Hello! Mom! You grew up with me and I grew old with you. I love you forever! Hello Mom Composition 12
Today we have English class, we are all very happy, because different languages ????make us feel very interesting, well, we have learned new content, wh—— The usage of and how are exactly what we learned in primary school. When we faced the questions raised by the teacher, we all raised our hands, expecting the teacher to call our names. At this time, the teacher called Xu Miao and said, "How is your mother?" The originally lively atmosphere immediately became quiet, and even the sound of leaves falling outside the window could be heard. We all know what's going on, but the teacher doesn't know that Xu Miao's mother has passed away, so the teacher asked him, how is your mother? Of course, this touched his heart. He didn’t know how to say it. We told the teacher the situation in a low voice. The teacher blushed and said quickly: "Soory sorry." The teacher said a lot of sorry, so he quickly changed the topic to avoid disturbing Xu Miao. There is a sense of pain! In this way, a very difficult English class was completed!
I want to say that although Xu Miao has no mother, he is our best friend! So he will always be happy! I hope that children without mothers will not be depressed, be strong, and be a good child so that their mothers can feel at ease.
Children who have a mother, I hope you cherish the time you spend with your mother and always ask, "Mom, how are you?"
Here, I also want to ask my mother: "Mom, Are you happy today, okay, are you tired?"