In our daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following are 1 compositions of my mother's sixth grade, which I collected and sorted out. Welcome to share. My mother's sixth grade composition article 1
Hey! Mom, who is the woman in this photo? How beautiful! It's really beautiful! If only you were so beautiful! This is "me", you see I was beautiful when I was young! It's a far cry from me now! I've been getting fatter and fatter since I gave birth to you and your brother, and there are more and more spots on my face! If it weren't for you two, I would be more beautiful than in this photo! "Hum! You can go to the United States! " .
Actually, my mother is right. Since we were born, we are no longer beautiful, and our temper has dropped. We have made our mother worry a lot! Naughty every day, my mother looks worried and shouts, "Watch your brother, don't let him fall!"! Slow down! " Mom's words were interrupted by me before she finished! "Oh, stop nagging and go back to your work. It's boring!" Every day, my mother wakes up late again, wakes us up like a big rooster, and puts the clothes we want to wear neatly on the bedside. As soon as we get up, we smell a fragrance and see a table of hot meals. I said, "Mom, what time did you get up?" "I got up at five o'clock." When I heard the number "five o'clock", my heart was not crying but bleeding. I thought: at five o'clock, if I put ten alarm clocks on my bedside, I wouldn't wake up, let alone my mother. In the world, all mothers love their children, and they can't bear to have their children hurt a little. Just as Teacher Li said, we are a gift from heaven to our parents. We laugh when our parents laugh. So no mom and dad don't love their children! Here I want to say: "Mom and Dad, I love you!" . My mother's sixth grade composition 2
Since I was a child, my brain has been very bright, and my mother has great expectations for me. When I was a child, I didn't live up to my mother's expectations. I got good grades in all subjects and never got into the habit of lively games, so I became a "good girl" in my mother's eyes.
With the growth of age, the burden of study is getting heavier and heavier. Coupled with the appearance of my younger brother, my mother gradually cares more and more about taking care of my younger brother, and I gradually hate burying my head in hard work all day. After all, I am just a child, and I love to play by nature. Over time, mother and daughter quarreled for three days.
Mother seems to be beating her daughter with a clear conscience in line with the strategic guiding ideology of no beating, no success. I don't know how many times that feather duster has been in close contact with me. At that time, I even hated my mother who raised me with hardships and hated my own birth.
After junior high school, my mother seldom hits me, because she thinks I'm so old and it's embarrassing to fight. In my eyes, my mother is a demanding person. She has never praised my goodness, and always compares me with others. I hate this comparison. I am who I am, and I can't replace others, and others can't replace me.
I tried to resist my mother and try my best to tell her calmly. But she doesn't know my temperament. She only knows to let me study. I think this is the so-called generation gap! I understand that my mother is thinking about my future, but I want to meet my spiritual needs more.
Every time I argue with my mother, I feel psychologically exhausted. I always remind myself that when I become a mother in the future, I should make my children carefree as the primary task. Perhaps this idea is ridiculous, but it is what I want and what I really feel. I just want to do what I want to do and solve my own problems.
sometimes my mother tells me not to fall in love. I think this is really a slippery record. Yes, adolescent children are a little eager to move. But I am still rational, and I will restrain myself and remind myself not to do it. And my mother doesn't seem to trust me. I really feel lost. As a mother, I can't believe my children.
Maybe only when I am a real mother can I understand the meaning of maternal love. I love my mother. She not only gives me life, gives me the right to be a man, but also teaches me the truth of being a man.
My mother, my first teacher and my role model! My mother's sixth grade composition 3
My mother is very serious at ordinary times, but in fact, she is also very kind to me. Today I want to praise my mother to you.
My mother has a pair of big eyes, curved black eyebrows, and a pair of rough hands covered with cocoons. My mother usually holds me tight. Every time I want to play, she always asks me to finish my homework before going out.
She sometimes jokes with me, smiles kindly on her face, and plays games with me. Every time I make a mistake, she will not hesitate to criticize me and ask me not to make it again.
When I have a problem with my homework, just ask my "point reader" mother, and she will always teach me how to work out the answer. It's really "where can I point?"
When I work hard, there is always my mother's encouragement. When I study late at night, my mother always brings me fruit and milk.
My mother is a hard-working bee. She does almost all the housework, such as sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, cleaning the bedroom and cooking. My mother has paid too much for this family. Although I didn't do well in this exam, my mother said, "As long as you work hard, you will get better results next time." Mom is always so kind.
Mom is great. In my spare time, I always want to help her with some housework, but she always says, "No, I'll do it."
this is my mother, who has worried so much about me in recent years. shouldn't I praise her? My mother's sixth grade composition 4
My mother is a beautiful mother in her thirties. She is very kind and never scolds people. I love her very much.
I remember one time, my mother went out on the street, and I suddenly had an unbearable stomachache, so I called my mother. After a while, my mother came here in a hurry, without saying anything, carrying me on her back and running towards the hospital. It was raining at that time, and my mother put her clothes on me and she was soaked, but she didn't complain. At this time, the road is very deserted, and the silver asphalt road extends to the distance. I prayed more than once in my heart, so get there quickly! When the hospital arrived, my mother took me to register. My mother was very haggard and trembling from time to time! I was scared, but my mother waved at me. At this time, the doctor called my name, and only after checking it out did I know that I had eaten my stomach. My mother thanked the doctor and took me away in a hurry. The next day, my mother was ill.
Another time, the dance class held a spring outing, but my mother just caught a cold. I was extremely disappointed. You know, this time I'm going to the water park. The water park has always been my dream, but now my mother is ill. Don't you think this will spoil my fun! Unexpectedly, my mother took me there with her weak body. There, my mother has been very happy. No, when I came back, my mother was vomiting and diarrhea! I cried, and my mother waved at me again. It was only when I went to the hospital that I realized that the water was cold. I was shocked. When I was playing in the water park, my mother gave me the only towel ... I cried because I was grateful!
in my life, my mother has always been my right hand and accompanied me. Mom, I love you! My mother's sixth-grade composition 5
My mother is thirty-four years old. She has a shiny black hair, an oval face, short stature, eyebrows like willow leaves, intense eyes like two black gems, a pretty nose and a red mouth.
mom is very helpful. She has sewing skills, so many aunts always ask their mother to help them sew, and her mother always comes to the door and doesn't accept money, so I often see her coming home with other people's clothes. Once, while we were eating, someone knocked at the door. Mom put down her rice bowl and opened the door. It turned out to be our neighbor-Aunt Pan. She took a pair of boys' pants and said, "Xiao Wu, these are my children's pants. I need them urgently in the afternoon. Please help me mend them!"
"My mother invited my aunt to come in and sit down. She didn't eat any food. She came to the sewing machine and helped her sew up her pants. After a while, the pants were sewn. I saw her say to her mother," Thank you. " My mother saw my aunt out and said, "You're welcome." Mom's popularity is good now.
my mother loves me very much, too, but she doesn't spoil me. Let me eat anything delicious. I insist on letting her eat, and she only eats a little. But she is different from other parents. Every Saturday and Sunday, she will ask me to do some housework. She often said to me, "When you grow up and live in school, you have to do all the housework yourself. Now it will do you no harm, only good." I realized from my mother's words that my mother was thinking about my future.
mother!
How many people in the world praise your mother? You are like the diligent gardener who carefully cultivates his own flowers. My mother sixth grade composition article 6
Everyone has a mother, but I have five mothers.
First, the boss of bargaining
This mother is very housekeeping, which is a model for everyone. She is very careful. Once she took me to the supermarket to buy vegetables, fruits, food and tableware. I pick a kitchen knife, mom, and look at other items. I pick up a knife and look left and right. I accidentally cut my hand and let out a scream. My mother rushed over and carefully wrapped my wound with paper. After dressing up, we started shopping again. My mother and I have bought the goods, and my mother has been bargaining, which has forced the seller to reduce the price. This is the boss and mother who love bargaining and care.
Second, the second child who loves to buy clothes
This mother loves to spend money and praises all clothes. Clothes, shoes, bags and jewelry are often piled up.
that time, I bought clothes from her. Every time you walk into a clothing store, you have to buy a lot of clothes. When I came home, my mother took a taxi, and the clothes piled up the trunk so full that it was almost impossible to put it down. I asked my mother to put it in front. Mother said, "My daughter is the cleverest." I laughed, angry and excited. Excitement is that my mother praised me for being smart, and anger is that my mother bought a lot of clothes. This is the second mother who loves to buy clothes.
Third, the hard-working third child
The third child's mother loves to do housework. Is this mother a neat freak? If you think so, then you are wrong. If you can't guess, then listen to me and explain it to you slowly!
Once we went to my grandparents' house, we finished eating, and my mother saw the clothes in the washing machine and the bowls in the sink. Seeing this, my mother's expression was very surprised. She immediately found an apron to tie and began to work. I've been working to the point of forgetting myself. This is really my hardworking third mother.
Fourth, the funny old four
The mother of the old four is very funny. Once I didn't do well in the exam, so I went home and cried on my desk. Dad saw it and comforted me by saying, "I didn't do well in the exam this time. Just keep working hard next time. Dad doesn't blame you." My mother came home from work, and when she saw my appearance, she immediately ran upstairs and said, "Why is the roof of our house leaking? I just came back from outside, and it obviously didn't rain outside." After listening to my mother's words, my father and I immediately ran upstairs to see if the roof really leaked. There is no water leakage on the roof! Where did mom see the water leak? Mother smiled and said, "Daughter, didn't it rain just now?" How can I become so happy? " This is the funny old four mother.
5. Love my fifth brother
My fifth brother's mother loves me. I remember once when I went to school, my mother was at home and my father was working overtime. I had to go home in the rain. Just as I was thinking about it, a familiar figure suddenly appeared. My mother came running to give me a raincoat. On the way home, I saw her coughing all the time. I asked my mother to put on her raincoat. Mom refused, and said she was not cold. When I got home, my mother was cold all over. I am very touched. This is my fifth mother who loves me.
having said that, do you think it's troublesome for me to have five mothers? Haha, then you are wrong. I only have one mother who loves me and loves me. My mother's sixth grade composition 7
"Get up, get up! Oh, wear so little, be careful to freeze. I want to catch a cold! " Here we go again. I covered my ears and put on my clothes impatiently. How cold it is outside! I can't help shivering. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of my mother's busy figure, which is the case every day, but who called her a housewife!
at noon, after dinner, I just wanted to go out to play. Unexpectedly, my mother, who was gentle just now, said sternly to me in the blink of an eye, "You want to go out to play before you finish your homework?" No, what about your five supplementary exercises? I still want to play after graduation. I can only play after I have done all these things! " I can't help it, so I have to do it again.
I can't help it. My mother has been strict with me since primary school and has been taking care of me in every way. Every time I see the scar where my right arm meets my shoulder, my thoughts will always go back to that Saturday in 1999 ... < P > "Hehe ..." A silvery laughter echoed around us. I climbed up and jumped down as nimbly as a swallow.
but the good times didn't last long, and misfortune finally happened to me. My foot slipped and my whole body leaned forward. With a bang, I fell from the truck to the ground.
at the moment when I fell to the ground, I clearly heard the crisp sound of bones cracking. Fear came to me, and fear surrounded me.
when my parents arrived, I was sitting on a stone wiping my tears. At that time, I was helpless, just like seeing a savior. I was about to open my arms and jump into my mother's arms, but I felt a heartbreaking pain that I had never had before. At this time, I realized that my right arm was broken ...
At night, in Xinchang People's Hospital, I was weak and quietly lying in bed waiting for tomorrow's operation. I don't know when the white sheets were stained with blood. So bright and dazzling ...
I saw that her eyes were full of concern for me and there was no room for her.
the next day, the operation went smoothly. When I opened my eyes, my parents were standing by my bed. A night of insomnia and two hours of anxious waiting made them seem much older. Mom's eyes are black, and the wrinkles around her eyes have also increased. The traces of time have appeared on their faces early .......................................................................................................................................................................
while helping my mother comb her hair, I