"Every time I sing this poem, I think of it and my kind mother.
It was a winter night, and I was hot all over in the middle of the night, only my feet were cold. I couldn't sleep and felt a little dizzy, so I asked my mother to come and get me a glass of water. My mother saw that I was pale, so she took a thermometer to take my temperature. It doesn't matter if I don't take it. I was shocked when I took it. That's a high fever, over forty degrees.
Although it was cold outside at night, my mother put on her clothes and took me to the hospital by bike. I was so cold on the road that my mother put on a coat for me.
When I got to the hospital, my mother was shivering with cold, but she still took me everywhere to find a doctor. The doctor gave me several infusion bottles, stuck the needle and left. That cold night, I don't know how many hours my mother accompanied me before I finished the infusion bottle and went home.
When I got home, my mother gave me a pack of medicine to drink. I felt bitter, so my mother added some sugar to me. I was so hot that my mother blew it over and over again until I could drink it. I slept soundly after drinking the medicine. When I lay down, my mother kept warming my feet with her breasts.
When I woke up, my mother had cooked the meal and mopped the floor. I think my mother didn't sleep or eat, so she took her mother to eat, but she said she had already eaten.
When I saw my mother staggering back to my room to call my dad who was working the night shift at school, my nose ached and I began to cry. Mom! You are the greatest mother in the world.
2. Is there any way to imitate the composition of Love Mom? Inscription: on everyone's growth path, mom has dedicated a selfless emotion. So is my mother, but her love for me is expressed in another form. In order to broaden my horizons, my mother has taken me to travel everywhere since I was three years old. In order to let me learn to be strong, my mother never hugged me during the trip, even though I was still learning English and walking and wrestling. My mother will still look at me with "stern" eyes-at my pleading eyes and at my tears until I get up. I don't understand my mother's ruthlessness. I only remember her faint sentence: "One day you will get up by yourself, and one day you will walk by yourself. I am doing it for your own good." I am wronged for my mother's cruelty. There is another thing that I remember vividly when I was young. So class is always listless. My mother didn't leave me any feelings, so she scolded me in class. I stayed up the next class in anger. I thought I could go home easily. Unexpectedly, my mother inexplicably called me to the side of the road and told me the content of the class. At this time, it began to rain, and the rain hit me, but my mother completely ignored me, making me shiver with cold. But tears have never been useful to my mother. Looking at mother's tight face and raised eyebrows, a pair of eyes flushed with anger emitted two cold lights. Young me, I can only choose obedience. But deep down, I really hate my mother. It's still raining, and my mother's face has softened a little. I continued to give me the lecture until I understood it. Looking at the water on my mother's face, I don't know if it is rain or tears. Here's the thing. During these eleven years of growth, I have made various achievements. I really understand the meaning of my mother and chew this love slowly. It turns out that every dress I wear is washed by my mother from top to bottom, and those hands are warmer than holding my hand in the heavy rain. It turns out that I didn't know that my mother's simple sentence of "coming home early after school" was called "caring". Unexpectedly, my mother is busy in the kitchen dragging her tired figure, which is called "love"; I didn't know that a cup of hot milk put in front of me in the morning was called "happiness" ... Now I have grown up and realized that this other form is kindness. My mother is like a book, enlightening our wisdom; Mother is like a window, which opens our hearts; Motherly love flows into our hearts like a warm current.
3. Imitate the composition of "Mother's Love", 500 words "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body.
"Every time I sing this poem, I think of it and my kind mother.
It was a winter night, and I was hot all over in the middle of the night, only my feet were cold. I couldn't sleep and felt a little dizzy, so I asked my mother to come and get me a glass of water. My mother saw that I was pale, so she took a thermometer to take my temperature. It doesn't matter if I don't take it. I was shocked when I took it. That's a high fever, over forty degrees.
Although it was cold outside at night, my mother put on her clothes and took me to the hospital by bike. I was so cold on the road that my mother put on a coat for me.
When I got to the hospital, my mother was shivering with cold, but she still took me everywhere to find a doctor. The doctor gave me several infusion bottles, stuck the needle and left. That cold night, I don't know how many hours my mother accompanied me before I finished the infusion bottle and went home.
When I got home, my mother gave me a pack of medicine to drink. I felt bitter, so my mother added some sugar to me. I was so hot that my mother blew it over and over again until I could drink it. I slept soundly after drinking the medicine. When I lay down, my mother kept warming my feet with her breasts.
When I woke up, my mother had cooked the meal and mopped the floor. I think my mother didn't sleep or eat, so she took her mother to eat, but she said she had already eaten.
When I saw my mother staggering back to my room to call my dad who was working the night shift at school, my nose ached and I began to cry. Mom! You are the greatest mother in the world.
4. Imitate the ingredients of loving mother. Today, I read the lesson Love Mother. The writer is Liang. This article mainly says: The author really wants to buy the novel "Young Guards". He was so driven out of his mind that he asked his mother for money to buy books. The poor mother did not hesitate to give her son money to buy books. After that, he began to work again. The author looked at her thin mother.
There are many sentences that moved me in this text, among which the most touching one is: "Mom, keep your back straight. Turn around, my mother. Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise, my mother. " This sentence is about the mother's hard work, working hard for the children, and for what? "In order to let the children eat, drink and dress well, my mother's love moved me." My mother took out her pocket, pulled out a crumpled wool ticket and counted it with her chapped fingers. This sentence let me know that the crumpled wool tickets show that these wool tickets have been in my mother's pocket for a long time, but I can't bear to spend them. I pulled them out and put them in again and again, and the money was wrinkled by my hands. However, as soon as I heard that my child wanted to buy books, my mother did not hesitate to put money into my hand. This shows that the mother is very generous and can not eat or drink for her son's study. Mother thinks it is worthwhile to do so.
At the same time, I thought of my mother. My mother works hard every day to earn money for me to go to school, come home from work to cook for me and accompany me to do my homework at night. No matter how late I write, my mother always has no complaints. From her, I feel the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
Since ancient times, many literati have praised their mothers with poems, such as "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body" and "mother is bitter, mother is uneasy" ... Mother is like a cup of hot milk in winter, giving me nutrition and warmth. Mom is like an umbrella, giving me shelter from the wind and rain.
Thank you, dear mother!
Let's cheer for the great maternal love!
Let's sing a song for our beloved mother!
5. Write a composition that imitates the affection of loving mothers. Love is not as magnificent as sunset, not as elegant as clouds, but as pure and transparent as crystal. Love is not as lofty as a mountain, nor as gentle as a lake, but it can be as firm and steady as a rock-love is like this and will always be treasured in my heart. In the dead of night, the sky was dyed a little quiet by the black velvet night, but my room was still lit and my pen was still unconsciously sliding on the paper. I'm exhausted from my fingertips and my hands are still moving hard. At this time, my mother gently pushed open the door, looked at me in a trance and quietly retreated. I am tired and sleepy, and I don't want to read the jumping letters on the book. Mother came in again with only a delicate plate in her hand. The smooth glaze of the plate sparkled in the light. The neatly arranged pear blocks on the plate waved to me, and a pink fruit fork leaned quietly against the snow-white pear blocks, which was even more attractive. Before my mother put down the tray, I grabbed the plate and couldn't wait to eat a piece. The smell of sweet pear juice came slowly from top to bottom. It was refreshing for a while, so my mother gave me a quiet look, ate the pear pieces and left quietly. Snow-white pear slices silently tell my mother's deep love for me in this cold winter, and the back of my mother when she walked out of the door was elongated under the illumination of the desk lamp. I stared at her back and looked at the snow-white pear slices, and I choked …
My mother's love for me was full of warmth and poured into my heart. Love suddenly enriched the connotation of the wind. I suddenly realized that the wind is not an accomplice in winter, but a greeting in spring.
6. Imitate the composition of A Kind Mother. My mother is thirty-four, and she doesn't look old. There are a pair of big watery eyes on the face of melon seeds. They are very tall, neither fat nor thin.
My mother loves me very much and pays more attention to my study. Some time ago, Galen's English teacher told us that there was a national English competition. I hope everyone can actively participate and show themselves. I signed up for the English song competition. After freshman year, my mother began to look for songs online. After locking the song, my mother taught herself to sing first, whining every day, and began to teach me after singing. The song my mother chose for me is the English version of Girl with Wings. At that time, it was in the final review stage, and the exam was coming soon. My mother spends an hour every day to help me practice singing and correct my pronunciation, so as not to delay my review. Many things happen. I successfully passed the preliminary competition of the Stadium Division and the rematch of Jinzhou City, and entered the final of Liaozhong Division. If Liaozhong Division can win, I can enter the national finals, which I have been looking forward to for a long time.
Mother is very filial to her parents. On one occasion, grandma was ill and admitted to the hospital with mild cerebral thrombosis. This really worried my mother. She takes care of her grandmother in the hospital every day, washes her face and helps her practice walking. Grandma comes home from the hospital, and my mother does housework, washing clothes, cooking and mopping the floor ... Every New Year's Day, my mother never forgets to buy some gifts for her grandparents. I want to follow my mother's example and be a good boy who respects my parents.
Every summer, my mother always says she is fat and only eats two meals a day. Do you know why she did it? Because she wants to lose weight and wear fashionable clothes to make herself more beautiful.
This is my mother, sometimes gentle, sometimes severe, sometimes lovely, I love my beautiful mother!