In life, work and study, many people have experienced writing, so they are all familiar with writing. With the help of writing, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. So, how to write a composition? The following are 5 words of my mother's composition: Write a poem for my mother _ composition for the first day of junior high school. Welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will help you. About the mother's composition 5 words: Write a poem for the mother _ Grade 1 composition 1
Think carefully, how many people, when they have an argument with their mother, speak eloquently? What you want is a temporary verbal pleasure, but you never know how much your mother has suffered silently.
Come to think of it, what has mother done for us? When you are most bitter and tired, turn around and look, it is your mother who is with you; I have used the theme of writing countless times to send an umbrella when it rains, or your mother. In the rain and the wind, did your mother ask you for a penny? In the wind and rain, did your mother ever give up on you because of your unreasonable troubles?
no, what your mother did was quietly happy for your growth and quietly worried about your difficulties. Your friends will help you in the most difficult times, but friends are friends after all, and they don't mean to belittle friends, but they will not accompany you through the difficulties after all. Are there any real friends in the world? It's hard to say. However, what is certain is that mothers in the world are the bravest mothers. They are willing to stand up when you are suffering. Have you ever seen them bow and scrape for your happiness? Have you ever seen them running for your time?
for us, our mother, we would do anything, even death. Remember I once asked my mother if she would give up her life for me. In my opinion, this is nonsense, but my mother answered me seriously, yes, I have lived for so many years, and I basically know what the world is like, but you are different, and the wonderful world is still waiting for you to explore.
they are willing to endure anything for us. Stop complaining about your mother. After all, she is your mother. 5 words on mother's composition: Write a poem for mother _ Grade 1 composition 2
"Mom", what a kind name! Every day, what we say most is: "Mom, I'm home", "Mom, help me with my schoolbag", "Mom, I want to buy a new pen" and "Mom, ..." < P > Since I can remember, you have been getting up early every day, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes and taking care of us ... < P > You have been busy from morning till night, but you have never complained.
The mid-term exam is coming. I study until late every night, and tonight is the same.
Just when I was upset and didn't want to review well, you smiled, held a glass of milk, gently pushed open the door and said gently, "Yiyi, it's so hard to review, have a cup of warm milk." "What to drink, can't you see I'm reviewing? You still come in and make trouble for me. I think you did it on purpose! " Let me scold you like this, and your face suddenly turned a little white, but you still said softly, "Well, then review well and mom won't bother you." With that, you went out silently. But at that time, I didn't understand my mother's painstaking efforts at all, and I continued to insist: "Remember to close the door!" Then, I buried myself in reviewing ...
After a long time, I finally filled all the loopholes. Before going to bed, I felt a little thirsty, so I was ready to drink some water. "It's so late, mom and dad should be asleep, so I'll keep my voice down." Thinking so, I gently opened the door, but I saw a scene that moved me: you are holding a steaming cup of milk and wandering in front of my room, whispering in your mouth, "Do you want to go in? What if it interferes with your child's study? How is she now?" Looking at her mother's figure, I couldn't help wetting my eyes and hoarse my voice and called out, "Mom." Mom turned around and was concerned: "How's it going? Are you tired?"? Would you like some milk? " "Well," I can't help feeling a strong sense of happiness when I drink the milk cooked by my mother ...
Mom, how great you are! For the sake of your children, you are not afraid of no matter how hard and tired you are. My dear mother, on the eve of Mother's Day, a thousand words have come together into one sentence: I love you. 5 words on mother's composition: Write a poem for mother _ Junior 1 Composition 3
"Life will always come through thick and thin."
This is a sentence that my mother often says, which is short but meaningful.
Our family is not rich, and sometimes we even have to worry about our livelihood.
My father travels all the year round, and it is my mother who holds up a sky for us with both hands.
My mother is thin, less than forty years old, but her face has too many years of wind and frost that don't match her age, her hair is a little yellow and boring, and her once delicate and white hands are worn out by time.
For a long time, for work reasons, my mother went to work with my father. Get up early every day, stay up all night, and take care of our brother and sister when we come back. You can imagine how hard and tired this life is.
working day and night will inevitably hurt herself, not to mention that she is only a woman. Every time I see my mother's slightly swollen eyes and her scarred and gaunt figure. I seem to feel her unforgettable pain.
I once asked my mother, "Can you not work so hard?" My mother didn't answer immediately, but gently lifted the broken hair around my ear, and her eyes were full of love and gentleness: "Yes, but it's not hard to gain anything. As long as you work hard, life will always be bitter and sweet."
My mother is a strong and calm person, but she is sometimes more sensitive and vulnerable than anyone else. She will cry bitterly when watching soap operas and laugh when watching comedies. It's just that the pressure of life is so great that she has to learn to be strong.
My mother often tells me how she washed and cooked, walked dozens of miles to carry water, and walked muddy mountain roads to school when she was my age. She also said: "I have experienced such hardships, why not continue to insist, and believe that life will always be bitter and sweet."
My mother is not a philosopher or a thinker. She is just a woman, an ordinary woman, but to me, she is great.
It was she who made me grow up and let me know what is the most important thing in Qian Qian and what kind of mentality I should look at life.
As my mother always said-
"Life will always come to its bitter end." Write a poem for my mother. 4
Water is the source of life, the hope for the survival of all things in the world, and the cradle of human civilization.
In my mind, the Yellow River, she is great. From my grandfather's mouth on TV, I learned that the Yellow River is the second longest river in China. I learned from books that China's 5,-year-old culture originated from the Yellow River, and that the Yellow River is the cradle of our Chinese nation ... Like a loving mother, she nurtured hundreds of millions of Chinese children
It was she who raised us with sweet milk, and she invaded human civilization again and again with selfless dedication, which made her scarred beyond recognition-the river was muddy and a large number of industrial polluted water invaded the Yellow River. In summer, the river stinks ...
Happily, people have paid more and more attention to environmental protection. The municipal government has issued relevant laws, defined the objectives and key points of protecting the mother river, and sounded the general attack horn for environmental protection of the Yellow River. However, water environment management still has a long way to go. Protecting the mother river is not only a major event of the government, but also an unshirkable responsibility of every citizen. As a cross-century young generation, we are duty-bound to protect
Mother River! Let's start from ourselves, from now on, from things around us, from little by little, and don't underestimate our own strength. Don't let the faucet "rattle" any more, because the water resource is very precious ... Students, let's join hands and work together to maintain the health of our mother river with our wise hands, and then see the Yellow River for a long time, and then hear the silvery sound of the mother river, so as to return the mother river to its clear and beautiful charm and make it laugh forever! Make our hometown's tomorrow a better home. Write a poem for my mother. 5
Three Chunhui said, "A loving mother sews thread for her wayward son's body, and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay him coming home late, but how many loves have inches of grass." Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang the most beautiful emotion in the world-the love between mother and child.
My mother not only shaped my perfect body, but also raised me and taught me cultural knowledge and the truth of being a man.
I remember once that many students had a toy at school, which was very interesting. When I get home, I want you to give me some money to buy toys, so I beg for toys desperately, but you won't do anything. At that time, I really hated you, hated you for being stingy, hated you for being unkind, hated you ... After a while, I had a bad idea in my heart-stealing. No, no, stealing is the most shameful act; I struggled desperately with that bad idea, but I still couldn't put it out. In the end, I secretly opened my mother's wallet and carefully took out a few dollars to buy toys ... < P > When I got home, you saw that I had a toy in my hand, and you asked me, "This toy is really beautiful. Whose is it?" Suddenly, I panicked and told a lie: "It's Zhou Shuxian's." My mother listened and asked me a few more questions. I accidentally told my mother everything. Mother heard that I stole money to buy this toy, so she took out a wooden stick from the balcony and beat me hard. You cried while beating. At that time, I really didn't feel so painful, but felt so gentle and kind ... Later, you taught me many things, and every word of yours was deeply imprinted on my heart ...
Until now, every word of yours is still clearly remembered by me. You are a great benefactor in my life and an example in my study. I will repay you well when I grow up, but how can I repay my parents' kindness? 5 words on mother's composition: Write a poem for mother 6
Dandelions of the years have drifted quietly and landed on your head, dyeing your 3, black hair white. The clear water in your heart is wrinkled by the breeze, reflecting the shadow and wrinkling your cheeks. The only thing left of that fleeting pony is your kind smile. Mother, how much have you left for yourself?
you only remember my birthday. Remember when you were ten years old, your birthday arrived. When I put the prepared birthday present-a dish I cooked on the table and said happy birthday, your puzzled eyes. There are ripples in my heart-you are too busy to remember your birthday! A mist rose before my eyes. Later, it was my birthday, but you were the first to wish me a happy birthday! Mother, how much do you keep for yourself?
I used to be a stupid person who grew up for himself and no longer needed the help of my parents. But at that time, the results plummeted. I cried for a long time that day. At night, I was shrouded in a cloud, and everything around me fell into darkness. The night without electricity is silent, so quiet that only my crying is left.
You lit a candle, came up to me and touched my head lovingly.
"Mom ... Mom!" I jumped into my mother's arms.
that day, Zhu Gang took away the darkness, which was very warm, very warm.
oh, mother. How much time did you leave for me to light candles in the middle of the night? Didn't you stay up for one night and keep your back straight the next day?
mother, mother received it. I wonder if you still remember the last Mother's Day?
that day, I was studying in a bookstore, but it rained cats and dogs on my way home. I was walking alone in the street. Colorful umbrellas passed by me. But none of them belong to me.
but you came to me at this moment, and warm maternal love enveloped me. I didn't find your skirt wet by the rain. Mother, I would like to hold a carnation in front of you. I would like to send the breeze to Ankang. I would like to fold thousands of paper crane, but I would like your smile to last forever.
mother, mother, I won't make you sad again! Mother, mother! I want to be your pride! 5 words on mother's composition: Write a poem for my mother _ Writing for Grade One 7
Walking on the road, a song "Mother" brought me deep memories.
At home, I live a life of reaching out with clothes and eating with my mouth open. She created a paradise on earth for me and made me live happily in this beautiful world.
In the morning, I have to get up early for school. She wakes me up every day, and after getting up, breakfast is already on the table. At night, she didn't rest until I fell asleep. It's like this every day, but she has no regrets and works hard.
My mother was the first teacher in my life. She taught me to choose the right life path, and she taught me to be a man and to be self-reliant.
She is an ordinary farmer and a real farmer. Her cultural level is not high, but she can lead me to the right path in his heart. Once I went to the field to find him to get the key. I usually don't go to the field, but I saw her working hard under the scorching sun. At that moment, I was completely moved, and this scene was deeply imprinted in my heart.
I remember when I was in the sixth grade, as a rule, we had to have a test once a month, but once I did badly in the exam, thinking about what to tell my parents when I came home on Friday. Friday has finally arrived, and I have to go home. I have thought about various reasons in my heart, but I am still afraid.
The reason why I was so scared was that once I didn't finish my homework, but she found it out when she checked it. She severely criticized me, and then accompanied me to write my homework, and I didn't care for dinner. It was very late when I finished my homework, and she asked me to sleep after dinner.
When I got home, I was probably waiting for criticism. It was beyond my imagination. She had already cooked delicious food and my father was waiting for me, and then I was encouraged ...
My mother was both a loving mother and strict father. If I am a little good today, I owe it to my mother. Write a poem for my mother 8
Although I am the darling of my family, my mother is always so strict with me in my study and life. I always envy my classmates' inexhaustible pocket money, and I can buy whatever I want, but I can only watch others buy it. I want to buy something to eat, and my mother says that eating too much is not good for my health and is not hygienic. So my teacher thinks that his mother is bad and others are top-notch.