In life, work and study, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (essay). Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a biography of my mother that I compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. Mother's Biography Composition 1
In the most ordinary life, the greatness of a person's personality can be shown. Inscription
On February 17, 1980, which coincided with the second day of the Lunar New Year, a new little life was welcomed into the home of an ordinary farmer in a remote village in Jinyun County. This is me. mother.
Because the national government implemented family planning at that time, the mother was not allowed to give birth. Grandma couldn't bear to let such a fresh little life disappear, so she decided to secretly give birth to her mother. After my mother was born, I was very happy to have a new member in the family, but the family's life was already tight at that time. Not only was my mother not able to get half a field for the family after my mother was born, but she was also fined with a load of rice. This is undoubtedly aggravating the situation for a peasant family, and the pressure on the grandparents' lives has also increased.
When my mother went to kindergarten, she was more naughty than other children. Not only did she refuse to go to kindergarten, she was always crying for this or that. Even if grandma has financial difficulties at home, she will not be able to resist her mother's insistence and buy some snacks for her mother. My mother also lamented about this and deeply regretted what she had done. When I entered elementary school, my mother's naughty temper seemed to have suddenly been tempered a lot. From the time she entered the first grade, my mother started to get up early with her brothers and sisters and go to the mountains to pick day lilies without complaining. He is also a good teacher at school. The results are always among the best.
The turning point in my mother’s life was the high school entrance examination. At that time, my mother should have deeply realized the hardships of life. At that time, she not only had to study hard, but also took care of her family's financial problems. In order to save money, my mother would bring a box of sauerkraut to school every week. Every meal would be porridge mixed with sauerkraut, and the amount of sauerkraut was carefully calculated by her mother. The mother was in adolescence at the time, growing rapidly and in urgent need of nutrition. You can imagine what the mother's situation was like at that time.
Of course my mother also understands the significance of the high school entrance examination and is very diligent in studying. At that time, when it was time to live on campus, the lights in the dormitory would be turned off, but this did not hinder my mother's motivation to study. She lit candles and continued to do the questions. Even the few minutes before going to bed were occupied by my mother's review of old knowledge. A regular life comes from the careful implementation of each item, and the seriousness that has been maintained for three years has always been the same. Hard work paid off, and her mother's high school entrance examination score exceeded the admission limit of Jinzhong by dozens of points. However, fate seemed to have played a joke on her. In the end, due to the helplessness of life, her mother finally chose Songyang Normal University.
During the years when I was studying in the normal school, life was still tight. Perhaps because of the growing self-esteem that comes with growing up, my mother likes to sit alone and eat where others can't see her. On weekends, most girls would go out shopping in groups, while my mother stayed in school to practice calligraphy in order to save money.
In the year of graduation, my mother, who was only 19 years old, was assigned to a remote mountain village in Dayuan Town and became a primary school teacher. My mother was among the best in school, so why she was assigned to such a remote countryside has something to do with her humble background. There, my mother and father met and fell in love, and they had me after they got married. In order to make it easier for me to study, I was transferred to the county town to work after all the hard work.
My mother is now 39 years old. Although she is getting older, she takes her work more and more seriously. I prepare lessons carefully every night and often discuss class management with me. In normal days, even though her life is gradually getting richer now, she always likes to get up early and walk. She spends very little money on transportation and buying clothes in a year.
Ordinary life always wants to smooth out the mother’s edges, but her energy to fight against life has not diminished at all. This is my ordinary yet unique mother. Mother's Biography Essay 2
As the saying goes, "Words are like the person they are", and this has been proven to be true.
My mother is not a calligrapher, but one of the most ordinary mothers in the world. In her own way, she writes about an ordinary life.
Upright, open-minded, aboveboard
When you first learn to write, your first teacher is your mother. She held my delicate little hand tightly with her big warm hands, and repeatedly practiced writing her name in the emerald green field. "Write the words bigger" is what my mother says most often. The numerous strokes are crowded in the small grid, which reminds me of the crowds of people on the bus. When I opened the next page, there was a faint layer of lead marks on the paper.
I was very puzzled by this and was busy asking my mother. My mother's face suddenly became solemn, "Writing is like being a human being, and you must be upright. It ranges from not cheating on exams to not killing people and setting fires. You must understand this!" To be honest, this is my first time. Seeing such an excited mother, her clenched left hand was trembling. After I became sensible, the elders in my family mentioned those distressing past events, and I finally understood the reason. It is precisely because of this that my mother cannot let go.
The handwriting is straight and broad, and the person is upright and aboveboard. This is my mother.
Neat and elegant, meticulous and rigorous
Because I was born in an artistic family, my parents also attached great importance to my education in this area, and piano and painting were also indispensable. Every time I have a music theory class, I have to pull my mother's clothes and dare not enter the classroom. The old professor had a livid face, like Zhong Kui at the door, and his lectures were boring and difficult to understand. I was very young at the time, so I was extremely afraid of him. Every time my mother understood it, she would teach it to me again when she got home.
Mother smoothed out the thick textbook and started taking notes. The black ballpoint pen danced, and neat rows of small words appeared on the paper. When it comes to key points, they are marked with red pen, which looks like a miniature picture. At the end of the day, I couldn't find any blank space in the thick book, which was covered with black ants and red circles.
"Okay, let's watch "Three Creative Songs" No. 4," the professor said. My mother casually wrote "Bach", thought for a while, and then changed it back to "Bach".
This typo is still in the textbook. Every time I read it accidentally, I can't help but think of the equally rigorous Mr. Fujino.
Her handwriting is neat and elegant, and her work is meticulous and rigorous. This is my mother.
Plump and thick, simple and gentle
After three years of unemployment, my mother returned to work. She left early every day and came back late every day, almost disappearing. But, until now. Whenever I open my sleepy eyes and walk into the kitchen, there is always a plate of cooked breakfast, and a sticky note telling me some trivial matters: "I need to pay for the exercise book tomorrow", "Don't forget the exam on Thursday. ", "The bus card is covered by the annual inspection", "The weather is changing today, remember to bring an umbrella"...
After all, the time in the morning is limited, so the handwriting is generally more sloppy. The medium-sized orange marker pen writes thick and round words, and the bright color is like the sunshine in early summer, warm but not scorching. Although it records the most ordinary language, it also records the most precious emotions, just like thousands of families and thousands of mothers.
The handwriting is plump and thick, and the temperament is simple and gentle. This is my mother. She is also the mother of the whole world.
Now, I don’t quite understand. Is it the person who determines the word, or the word changes the person. Some things never change. My mother used all her energy and strength to write the biography of her life. Aboveboard, meticulous and rigorous, simple and gentle. Just like thousands of ordinary mothers. Mother's Biography Essay 3
My mother was born in an ordinary family in Taiping Town, Zaoyang City. She is the youngest in the family with three older sisters. As the saying goes, "Farmers like children." Coupled with her mother's playful and sensible character, she was deeply loved by her grandparents.
My grandpa works outside during the day and can help my grandma with farm work at night. Grandma works in the fields all day long, so my mother has liked to go to the fields with her since she was a child. At first, I just ran around in the fields; as I grew older, I started to learn to help my grandma.
As a child, he is not tired when he works, so his mother becomes a good helper for his grandma.
My mother went to primary school when she was seven years old. She knew that her family was not well off and her sisters were also in school. Her parents were very tired every day, so she studied very hard. As soon as school was over, she and her classmates hurriedly lay down on the playground to do their homework before it was completely dark. After finishing their homework, they ran all the way home. Whenever her grandparents hadn't come home yet, her mother and sisters would go to the vegetable field. Pick a few green vegetables, divide the work, and make noodles. My mother said: "It is the happiest thing for them to cook dinner together. I am afraid that few people can match their speed."
In the evening, my mother lit candles to do exercises. She was always at home The one who sleeps the latest, grandma, feels sorry for her mother, and sometimes accompanies her to study. My mother also feels sorry for grandma, who is tired after a long day, and sometimes pretends to go to bed, waiting for grandma and the others to fall asleep, and then get up to study. Therefore, my mother's grades have always been among the best, but what always bothers her is how to explain the candles that are missing one after another.
When my mother was about to take the junior high school exam, my grandma and grandpa promised to reward her with a bicycle if she did well in the exam. This was the most memorable thing for my mother. Of course, my mother achieved good results, but the death of my great-grandfather made the family even worse. Taking care of my great-grandfather’s funeral left my grandma and grandpa in debt, and my wish to buy a bicycle was dashed. My mother was sad about this for several days, and she felt relieved a lot when she thought of her parents' hardships.
After graduating from junior high school, my mother went to high school in Xiangyang. This was because several of her sisters had gone to work, so my grandparents raised money to send my mother to school. My mother was very satisfied if she could go to high school, so life in school was very happy. Being frugal, other students ate noodles, but my mother only ate white steamed buns every day. Facing the classmates' questions, she said: "I grew up eating noodles rolled by my mother. I want to eat some steamed buns." Her mother also recorded all the money expenses and income in the notebook, writing them in an orderly manner. rational.
After graduating from high school, my mother went to work at the Postal Savings Bank. She was young when she first started working, and she was dealing with money. Of course, she made many mistakes and advanced a lot of money. However, the lessons bought with the money also gave her experience and made her work more seriously and carefully.
Later, my mother met my father through a relative’s introduction, and then they had me. My mother quit her job for me and followed my father to Zhengzhou. I grew up in happiness. Mom still wanted to go back to Zaoyang to work, so she came back. My mother was busy at work and rarely had long vacations, so I was sent to my grandparents' house. My mother would come back to see me whenever she had time.
When I grew up, I transferred school and returned to Zaoyang. When I returned to my mother, I especially liked watching my mother at work. She sat at the counter, doing business patiently, keeping her eyes peeled when typing things, and counting money very quickly. She always greeted others with the best service attitude, and faced me with the most cheerful mood at home.
My mother worked really hard. She took on a lot of pressure on her own and never told us. She is great in my eyes and a mother I admire.
"Mom, it's great to have you!" This sentence is dedicated to my mother, a very ordinary and ordinary person but a great person to me. Mother's Biography Composition 4
My mother was born in Beijing and grew up in Beijing. She doesn't have an outstanding appearance, but she has a motivated spirit that refuses to be ordinary. She graduated from Peking University Medical School and is now doing scientific research related to clinical research. She often said that the most important secret to her journey to where she is today is hard work.
When she was studying as a teenager, she always encountered setbacks. She said that she was very playful when she was a child, so she was not admitted to a key middle school in junior high school as she wished. This failed experience planted the seeds in her heart that she was unwilling to lag behind, so she worked hard and made full use of every minute. It was common for her to even stay up until two or three in the morning. She seemed to have that kind of unwillingness to admit defeat in her bones. Her father had mentioned more than once that he wanted her to go to the key point in the district opposite her home, but she refused. She said, if you want to go with it, go with the best one. As a result, she ranked first in the school and was admitted to the city's key university at that time.
She performed stably in the college entrance examination and was admitted to Peking University School of Medicine.
In this way, she embarked on the path of studying medicine with her family's faith. It was hard, but she persevered. This was also the first time she realized that everyone has something they are good at, no one is omnipotent, and what we can do is to explore what we are good at and make it the best. She recalled: "At that time, I could never do my best in anything related to experiments. Sometimes I was very distressed. Even though I worked so hard, why couldn't I do it well? This matter bothered me for a long time. Time." "Then what happened, did you find something you were good at?" I asked. "Fortunately, I found it. I found that the summaries made by others are not as good as mine!" At this point, she smiled lightly. That smile, as if the youth that had passed away, filled her face again, beautiful and fresh.
After finishing her university studies, she entered Beijing Hospital and truly became a doctor. While working hard, she never gave up studying. They say opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. So not long after, an opportunity quietly came to her - the hospital had quotas for studying abroad, but in order to facilitate communication with foreign professors, it decided to hold an English test to determine the candidates for studying abroad. The youngest among them is her. She sighed: "Learning is a lifelong thing, and it can benefit you for life."
Perhaps it was the desire for the unknown in her life that drove her to leave the hospital. She said that becoming a doctor is all you can see at a glance, and I want to make my life more challenging. So, she devoted herself to clinical medicine and scientific research. It is difficult to make a career leap, but fortunately, she did not give in to difficulties, but climbed up step by step with persistence and hard work. Even if there were cliffs ahead, she was not afraid. Because of this, her life journey is smoother than others. She said: "I never believe in unrecognized talents. All unrecognized talents are just because you haven't done well enough."
Looking back on the past. , everything is a foregone conclusion. Facing half of her life, she said her biggest regret was not staying as a doctor. When she is treating patients, she can truly feel that she is happy. Fortunately, she was also lucky enough to find a job that suited her.
After appreciating my mother’s unique life, I truly felt that: she was a flower that bloomed in adversity, a dreamer who dared to pursue her dreams, a challenger who was unwilling to be mediocre, and a A striver who keeps climbing up. Her life is like an oil painting with bright colors, bold colors, full of wild imagination but not too showy.
This is her, never admitting defeat and striving to pursue a better self. Mother's Biographies Composition 5
"He was short and chubby, with a strong appearance and a skeleton like an athlete. ... There was a strange power burning in his eyes, which shocked everyone who saw him; but Most people can't tell the subtle difference between them. Because the eyes project a wild light on the brown and tragic face, everyone always thinks they are black; in fact, they are usually small and deep-set. When he is excited or angry, his eyes widen and rotate, which wonderfully reflects their true thoughts. He often stares toward the sky with melancholy eyes. ”
Who is he here? Why does his eyes burn with "strange power"? Why are his eyes "melancholy"?
Is he Roman? Beethoven in Roland's "Celebrities." At the beginning of the biography, the writer describes Beethoven's unique appearance with the delicate brushstrokes of a painter. Does this way of writing surprise you? This is how a biography can be written!
Yes, writing a biography can be like Roman? Roland wrote this: There is release and recovery, and it can be released and released freely.
Acceptance can be understood as a constraint. What to use to constrain? Use real people and real stories. Like Roman? When Roland depicts Beethoven, the appearance of Beethoven must be consistent with the appearance of the real Beethoven, not the appearance of a fictional character in his imagination. Letting go can be understood as a certain degree of freedom. That is to say, on the basis of depicting real people and real events, the imagination should be expanded appropriately to vividly express the characteristics of the characters. Like Roman? Roland uses subjective adjectives such as "strange", "wild" and "melancholy" to describe Beethoven's gaze.
The mother was wearing a pair of high heels, and her height of 1.6 meters stood in front of the big car watcher. She was not worth mentioning at all. But she seemed to have no fear and spoke plausibly. She took out her mobile phone and said loudly: "Now is a society governed by the rule of law. It is illegal for you to charge fees without a license! Why don't you call 110 immediately and let the police judge?" The mother said "hardly" "The words made the car-watching uncle immediately become scared. It was my mother's "ruthless" strength that finally helped the female car owner, a stranger, seek justice. Afterwards, I asked her, "Why do you like to fight against injustice so much? Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" She said, "Of course I am, but society also needs justice! When we help people, we must help them to the end. Besides, bad people always have a guilty conscience! ”
“It’s my mother’s character to “never stop doing anything”. She is not only “cruel” to herself, but also “cruel” to others. Love your family and love the society. Isn’t it full of love? ! Because of this, my mother is truly a "ruthless person". Mother's Biographies Essay 7
My mother's name is Xue Junleng. She was born in Xiyan Village, Wumu Township in 1971 and has been farming all her life. My mother has an older brother and a younger sister.
My mother is a tall and thin woman. Although she is tall and thin now, she was tall and strong when she was young, and was very powerful when doing farm work. But later, due to the hardship of life and working hard all day long, she gradually lost a lot of weight, but her stature remained the same, thus achieving the tall and thin body she has today. My mother's face is always sallow, as if she has no nutrition; the wrinkles on her face are close together and deep, and she looks much older than her peers.
My mother’s life is very hard. When she was ten years old, her grandmother burned her leg and was unable to move while sitting on the kang. Her grandfather had to do farm work, her uncle had to go to school, and her aunt was too young, so the burden of the Gu family fell on her mother. Reluctantly, my grandfather asked my mother to drop out of school and go home to take care of the whole family. When she was ten years old, her mother left her beloved campus and was trapped at home by fate.
Perhaps because she has been cooking since childhood, her mother’s cooking skills are very good. Her mother said she started cooking when she was ten years old. At that time, she was short and couldn't reach the chopping board, so she could barely reach it by stepping on a small stool. Mixing dough, rolling out noodles, chopping vegetables, for a while, she took the place of her grandma and took over all the tasks that were not hers. From that moment on, my mother knew that she would never have time or chance to study.
After adulthood, due to the influence of the concepts of the times, my mother got married very early. However, it did not change the mother's fate. The man was powerful at the time, so he oppressed the mother's family in every possible way. Life was a mess, and within two years, they were divorced. Later, after being introduced to me, I married my father. At first, there were endless quarrels. There was always a lot of noise in the house, and quarrels occurred every now and then. Later, my mother gave birth to my brother, and family relations eased.
However, God and mother played a big joke. One day, my mother was cooking at home and my brother was playing with other people outside. Suddenly, the neighbor Grandma Zhang staggered and ran in the door in a hurry, shouting: Damn it, it’s too far away! Not good! What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened? mother asked. Far away from him, he fell from the roof! Go and have a look! The mother was startled for a moment, and the soup bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The mother rushed out and ran up the steep slope in front of the door like an arrow. She only saw my brother lying on the ground, motionless, with a pool of bright red blood flowing from the back of his head. The mother rushed forward and saw her once beloved baby lying in a pool of blood. His face was pale, his lips had lost color, his eyes were closed, and his body was bruised and bloody by branches. The mother shouted, then collapsed on the ground and fainted. My brother, who was taken to the hospital, also passed away. After my brother left, my mother lost her soul. I went to my brother's grave every day and cried until I was in a daze and my tears were all gone. At that time, there was a saying in the village that no matter how miserable life was, it could only be like my mother's. For a long time, my mother didn't eat or drink. She looked like a living dead all day long, looking at my brother's photos in a daze.
In the second year, my mother became a little angry after having me. Like a dead tree springing back to life, she regained her former ability. She poured all her hard work, sweat and love into her family and every relative.
My mother has struggled in pain all her life, shouldered responsibility in suffering, and been strong in sorrow, and has rarely tasted what happiness is like. In my heart, she is a big tree that has weathered all the storms. I love my mother, I feel sorry for her, I admire her, and I am grateful to her. Mother, I am willing to spend my whole life loving, warming and honoring you!