In the usual study, work and life, everyone will always come into contact with the composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Next, I will bring you an essay praising my mother on the first day of junior high school. I hope you like it!
Praise my mother's composition on the first day of junior high school 1 Whenever I look at my mother's exhausted appearance, I think: My mother is too tired. The newspaper says that soaking feet can relieve fatigue. I might as well help her wash her feet to relieve her fatigue! When I was a child, no matter how dirty my feet were, my mother would help me clean them. Now it's time for me to be grateful.
So, I began to prepare for washing my mother's feet. I first boiled a pot of boiling water, brought a footbath and a towel, poured boiling water into the basin, and added some tap water. Then, I sprinkled some toilet water into the basin, and a faint fragrance floated in the steaming foot washing water.
I put a basin of foot washing water in front of my mother and smiled and said to her, "Mom, wash your feet!" " "
Mother's tired face showed surprise: "How did you think of helping her wash her feet?"
"Mom, isn't there a saying in Saint Amethyst that' at the age of nine, you can warm the mat, be filial to your loved ones and do what you should do'. Xiangjiu Huang/kloc-can help his father warm up at the age of 0/8. I am eleven years old. Can't I help you wash your feet? "
"oh? Thank you! "
"What are you thankful for?' Only an inch of grass has so much love that it can be rewarded with three spring rays'. I can never repay your kindness. I'm so old, you don't know how many times you washed my feet. What am I this time! " I helped my mother take off her shoes and socks and let her feet soak in the water.
Mom's feet are red with cold and look thin and small. There are some thick and hard calluses on the soles of her feet, and several nails are gray. I hold my mother's feet, carefully rubbing them from top to bottom with a towel and rubbing them with my hands. After a massage, my mother's feet gradually warmed up and the water gradually cooled down. I added some hot water and continued to knead. After a while, I wrung out the towel and wiped my mother's feet.
Mom and dad are very kind to me, and I will never pay off this debt! I can only be a conscientious person in peacetime, seize every opportunity, care about them and repay them with my own practical actions-often chatting with the elderly and often helping my parents do some housework. These emotional rewards are within my power to me. This is too thin and too small compared with the reward given to me by adults!
Praise my mother's composition in the first day of junior high school. March 5 of the year before last was my most unforgettable day. At noon, we finished eating early, and my mother drove me on the street with her bike. I am so happy, because my mother took me to choose a long-awaited brush and ink.
We came to the town and carefully selected it. My mother watches this and that for a while. Pay attention to the nib for a while, wet the nib with water for a while, and the nib rotates clockwise in my hand. I was thinking. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of brush hair. If the brush hair splits when rotating, it won't work well. I am very excited because I learned how to choose a writing brush.
My mother and I arranged the pens and put them in the basket in front of the bike. I sat behind my mother, holding her waist in my hand and humming a cheerful song to go home. ...
On the way home, an unexpected thing happened while going downhill. My mother tripped over a stone on the front wheel of her bicycle. I only heard her shout "No!" " "My mother and I rolled onto the gravel road. In order to protect me from being run over by my bike, my mother was anxious and pushed my bike out. I held me with my other hand and I slipped off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found my mother still lying on the ground without saying a word. Maybe it's too painful. Maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hand, and the blood was still oozing through her fingers. I was startled and cried anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you? "After a long time, my mother looked up at me and said softly," It's okay. Be brave. Mom has a rest. "I'm so nervous that tears are coming out, and there's no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call grandma, and then I ran forward. Just run not far, my mother stopped me, "son, you don't go back, the road is anxious and afraid, there are many vehicles, what should I do if I hit you?" "Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandma's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, it will be bad! "
I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, and that's it. After my mother had a rest, I helped her lift her bike and walked slowly on her way home. When I got home, I went to call Uncle Zhang, the surgical director of the hospital. When uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning the wound in front of the mirror. It was already evening when mother went to the hospital to sew the wound.
In retrospect, this day is unforgettable! Although the ink has spilled on the ground, I understand what brave, decisive, calm and great maternal love is from my mother's calm eyes!
Writing 3 praises for mothers in the first day of junior high school: Liu Yong, a famous scholar and writer in Taiwan Province Province, told the stories of three mothers in an article "Longevity", pushing the comprehensive understanding of maternal love to his nephew.
One is about a mother and daughter who were buried in the ruins for eight days and miraculously rescued in the Armenian earthquake. People are surprised how a three-year-old girl survived eight days of cold, no water and no food. It turned out that her mother bit her finger to keep the child from dying by sucking her own blood.
Secondly, it is a tragic story that happened in the ancient city of Pompeii 100 years ago: when hot and suffocating lava attacked the residents who could not escape, a mother bent down in despair and hugged her young son tightly with her back, head and limbs. The burning lava made the scene of mother and son embracing each other become eternal in history.
Thirdly, it tells the story of a group of civilians fleeing for their lives during the Vietnam War. A bullet hit a young mother. She didn't commit suicide by jumping off a building like others, but slowly squatted down and ended her life. The American reporter who took this group of shots told liuyong with tears: She was afraid to hold down the child she was holding, so she squatted down without dying. ...
What a stupid "immortality"!
The mother in the ruins endured immortality and continued the life of the three-year-old girl with her own blood; The mother under the burning magma endured immortality and guarded her youngest son with flesh and blood; And the young mother who refused to jump off a building and died.
I believe that anyone who has enjoyed the favor of maternal love will shed tears in front of such a mother.
Tears, because we have been bathed in maternal love since birth, Xin Fu's tears. Love can wither, survival can be full of twists and turns, and "maternal love is endless", which is so precious in a person's life.
Tears are the kindness of maternal love that children feel, so that children often feel that even if they spend their lives together, they can't repay them. This is why we have the feeling of "giving back" and "kneeling and sucking milk"
Tears are more or less mixed with envy and jealousy-this girl who survived by her mother's blood should be said to have gained a huge fortune in the spiritual world of mankind; How quiet and regretless the souls of those two little sons lying in their mother's arms should be. Even when they accompanied their mother into the gate of heaven at a young age, their stories were as vivid and beautiful as living.
For the feeling of maternal love, it is a miracle in the emotional world of human beings and an eternal beauty god. It is indeed because of its inheritance that there is a way of "being good at the beginning of life"; Love is the eternal theme of this world.
Life is like a notepad, which is filled with countless small things that I can't forget, especially the angry one.
Last week, as soon as school started, I made an appointment with my good friend and Shi to play "A Chinese Odyssey" on Friday. I told my mother about it on Tuesday, and my mother agreed. I jumped three feet for joy.
It will be Friday soon, so I decided to go by Segalot's BMW. I left home early and came to the gate of Shanghai Garden, only to find that neither Le Jia nor Cui Qi had arrived yet. Before the meeting, Shi rode a BMW, and I sat on it and let him go. When I turned the corner, I saw my mother and she saw me, so she pulled me over.
"You promised to let me play." I said angrily. "Have you finished your homework? Hurry home and do your homework. "
At this moment, I saw a rescuer coming. "Aunt, let Chen Chuang play with us for a while, and we will be back soon." However, the words of reinforcements did not convince my mother, but made her put me in a "little dark room"-my room, and she rode off on her bike.
I thought to myself: Mom, are you asking me to lie? Besides, you told me to go home because I didn't finish my homework. I'm really sorry.
Although it has been several days, I still can't forget it.
My mother is a beautiful mother, but I also believe that every mother likes beauty very much.
I remember once, my mother went back to my grandmother's house and spent twenty minutes putting on makeup, but I was impatient and shouted, "Mom, are you ready?" Mom said, "I'm coming." But I waited for more than ten minutes and didn't come, so I went to my mother's room and saw her trying on clothes. Mom changed three clothes before, and none of them looked good. My mother changed another dress and asked me, "Is it suitable?" I said, "Suitable." But my mother seems to have misunderstood my meaning and thought it was not good-looking, so she changed another one and asked me, "Is it good-looking?" I said, "Mom, you are a fairy, so beautiful!" " "Later, my mother saw it and thought it was very suitable. We can finally hit the road. But by the time I got to grandma's house, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.
Do you think she really loves beauty through my narration? Finally, I want to give my mother a word: "Mom, if you like beauty, I will keep you beautiful!" " "
Praise my mother's composition on the first day of grade one. Mother is the most common and greatest in the world.
There's never a word to finish, mom. Although some articles are short, they can express the author's love for his mother, and her love flows in our bodies like water.
From the first cry, mother is our mountain and our water. Mother cares about us everywhere and cares for us. In order to make us grow up happily, my mother has been doing hard work for us. Mom can save everything for us. For us, my mother can cook and wash clothes for us no matter how tired and bitter she is. No matter how tired she is, my mother won't talk about it, but she just keeps on … keeping on … how can her weak body undertake such hard work! Therefore, maternal love cannot be accurately described in words and words!
Mom brought us up from the moment we started talking, to the first step we took, to the first word we wrote at the meeting, to being able to recite Tang poetry and Song poetry fluently ... but for her encouragement, she would support us.
We are mother's most precious people, so she always loves us and won't let us get any harm ... The only thing we can do for mother's love is to thank her silently. Because behind our victory, there is actually the silent dedication of a mother.
There are many kinds of maternal love, a word, a flower, a hug … no matter how much, we can feel maternal love.
Praise your mother on the first day of writing 7. Mom is your best playmate, your earliest teacher and an indispensable role in your life. Mother's arms are the warmest. It feels much better to throw it in when you are sad.
Confucius' poem "Thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children". She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, but she loved the grass an inch long, fearing that the delay would make him go home late and won three spring rays. "I think it's well written, highlighting the mother's efforts and her eagerness for her children to stay at home with her.
Mom has taken care of you for a long time, but by the time you really need to take care of her, you are already wandering outside, living outside, leaving her, thinking about your children day and night, and looking forward to the day of reunion.
Some people say that teachers are hardworking gardeners. Then mother is fertile soil, and we are delicate grass. If mother is a rock mother, then we are grass growing in the cracks where she hugs us tightly.
If mother is the wind, it is to fly her to warm and fertile soil, 1 seed. Mom is great, just like a teacher who insists on being angry with her classmates at school.
Mothers are sacred and great. Sometimes when you leave, she will silently endure tears, and when you leave, she will leave painful tears.
Ah, mom! You have given birth to these energetic children, and only you can bear such pressure, so that people can praise them and feel that their mother is so great, so sacred and so hard.
Mom, don't be sad. I always come to see you. Don't be sad. I will always look at you silently.
Mom is the greatest, you are a piece of her meat, she cares for you, her mother gave birth to you hard, you should repay her!