One winter, I was playing downstairs and accidentally fell down, covered in mud. At that time, I hurried home to wash this dirty suit. However, how cold the water should be on such a cold day! I hid my dirty clothes when my mother was still at work.
In the evening, I was doing my homework at my desk when suddenly a voice of "Chen Wenjing" came into my ears, very clear and rhythmic. I walked over and saw my mother squatting in the bathroom to wash clothes. Isn't that the dress I hid? Watching my mother go up and down, back and forth, I feel ashamed and crowded.
How cold it is! The howling north wind blew in through the screen window, and I couldn't help shivering. I saw my mother's soap slip from her hand. She picked it up several times in a row and didn't pick it up. Every time it slipped from her hand, I ran to pick up the soap and handed it to my mother. I saw my mother's hands were red and purple with cold. I touched them gently. Those wet hands are as cold as ice, and my heart is as cold as an ice room.
At night, I lie in bed and can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I seem to see my mother's hands shaking constantly: these are the hands that wash clothes with cold water, the hands that carry baskets to buy food for work, the hands that cook and cook at night, and the hands that sew at night. ...
Mom! You have worked hard!
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Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world? Let me tell you, that is maternal love, because maternal love is the most precious thing in the world, and it can't be bought with money. I once heard a story that a cow was not afraid of all difficulties in order to get a pot of water. No matter how people whipped it and beat it, it stood there firmly without saying a word. Finally, the hungry cow left the hard-earned water to the calf. What a touching story! Therefore, maternal love is great. I remember one time, my mother knitted me a "love" sweater!
One morning that winter, it was very cold. I went shopping with my mother. Passing a fashion clothing store. Through the window, I saw a very beautiful sweater, which was worn on the model. If only it were on me! I really want to buy it, so I beg my mother. My mother walked into the shop, carefully picked up the price list and said to me gently, "This sweater is too expensive. I'll knit you one when I get home I am a good craftsman! " As soon as I got home, I saw my mother pick up the adventure she bought on the way back and start knitting. I also turned on the TV with peace of mind and watched it with relish.
In the evening, it's time to eat. Dad said, "Come and have dinner! Today's meal is really delicious! " I hurried to wash my hands and came to the table. "Wow, there are curry potatoes, chicken wings and Luo Songtang!" I also asked my mother to come over for dinner. My mother said, "I'm busy knitting you a sweater. I must finish it tomorrow. It will be colder tomorrow. I must put on a new sweater for you. You eat first, I'll eat later! " "After a while, my mother began to eat. I found that she simply took a few bites and knitted me a sweater. It was late at night, and she was still knitting a sweater under the lamp. ...
The next morning, when I woke up, I found a brand-new sweater on the bed. I quickly put it on in front of my mother. Ah, there is a special smell on it. My mother said that this is the smell of love. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes and rough hands, suddenly, I was moved …
In the days to come, my mother gave me more love. A child with a mother is happy. When I grow up, I must repay my mother with excellent results. Now I must study harder.
2. Primary school students' composition "Mom's Story" is about 200 words.
"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly. Don't let her get hurt Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness. The magic of angels is warm and kind. .........................................................................................................................
At that time, the Spring Festival was coming, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival was everywhere in the street. I am very envious that every child is wearing beautiful new clothes. I looked at my old clothes and felt that my mother didn't love me. So I went to my mother and said, "mom, why don't you buy me clothes?" You see other children have new clothes, why don't I! " My mother listened to my words and said kindly, "Son, it's not that my mother won't buy you new clothes, but that my mother wants to save money for clothes and study for you in the future." You have to understand your mother's painstaking efforts. "I don't appreciate my mother's kindness and shouted," I don't care! "I want new clothes!" After that, I ran out.
The next day, my mother bought me a new suit. I put on new clothes and went out to play happily, but I didn't see my mother sighing beside me.
Afterwards, I regretted it as soon as I saw my new clothes. After all, my mother did it for my own good. I even asked my mother to buy clothes.
From then on, I no longer want my mother to buy unimportant things. Maybe I want to apologize to my mother in this way.
"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly to protect her ... "Jay Chou's song rang in my ear. I want to grow up quickly to protect my mother and stop making her sad.
3. Composition about maternal love, about 200 words.
Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of maternal love.
As soon as we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain of maternal love. Because of the care of maternal love, our saplings thrive. When storms come, setbacks come, and sufferings come, don't be afraid, because there must be maternal love to hold up a sunny day for us.
Do you remember that fairy tale that has been handed down for thousands of years? The mother watered the fruit tree with her own blood so that her son wouldn't die of hunger and thirst after fainting. By the time her son woke up to find his mother, her mother had been buried in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountains turned blood red and dazzling.
The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire. Soon, the fire swallowed up the whole building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother covered her with her whole body and ran out through the raging fire, finally saving her daughter, while many others died in the fire. Later, according to the accident expert, I ran from my mother's house to the outside, three meters at a time, without burning.
People are like this, so are animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love just because there is a baby antelope in your stomach? When the old cow in the desert cried and begged the pedestrian to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, wouldn't your heart be shocked by maternal love?
Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, which has made great people's amazing moves, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, enlightened scientists' keen wisdom and enriched our inner feelings. Motherly love is like the stars all over the sky, reflecting each of us.
The world becomes more colorful because of maternal love. Things change, only maternal love can give us magical power, and the glory of maternal love will never change.
4. The composition about maternal love is 200 words.
Motherly love is like air.
Beginning: Motherly love is like air, quietly flowing around me. Every breath is full of maternal love.
Event:. . Can you give an example? Tell an ordinary but touching story. For example, I quarreled with my mother at dinner (the reason can be constructed by myself) and I was very hungry in the middle of the night. When I opened the door, I saw that the food in the kitchen was still steaming, and my sleeping mother was lying on the table.
Conclusion: Maybe maternal love is not as deep as father's love and as pure as friendship, but maternal love is more subtle and sincere than father's love. Let me immerse myself in this endless maternal love!
However, I still encourage you to write it yourself. Motherly love is the best. The theme is novel, the narrative is touching, and the beginning and the end complement each other. I wish you success in writing and take a flight of stairs. Hand, hope to adopt.
5. The composition about mother is about 200 words.
Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother, but mine is different. The way she caresses you is very special, so I admire her. I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street and cried in despair. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, so she stepped forward and kicked me. She was not depressed and said that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once, and my mood changed. I understand a truth. Don't cry when things get difficult. Crying won't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mom. I understand your pain. Mom, I love you.
There is a saying, buried in a secret corner of my memory, a very small sentence, which I will never forget, although it is very short.
In the second grade of primary school, some classmates and I always quarreled over trivial matters. Every time we quarreled, we blushed and often had a cold war.
Mom didn't say anything when she found out.
Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand. Bright red blood flowed from white arms. I quickly took medicine to help my mother bandage her bleeding hand.
Mom still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!" "
I started arguing.
My mother waited for me to finish, and when my mood calmed down, she said to me calmly, "I believe that tolerance is necessary to get along with people." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.
I thought for a long time that night. Now I've changed a lot because of one sentence.
Mothers are all over the world and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent.
6. Motherly love. For example, a 200-word composition
"In that remote mountain village, small mountain village ..." The song "Mother's Kiss" suddenly echoed in my ears, making my heart restless and reminding me of great maternal love. When you are tired, maternal love is like a well on a farm. When you are weak, you only need a few drinks to feel refreshed. Motherly love is like a pair of hands when you are helpless. When you are at a loss, as long as you persist, all the difficulties will be solved. Motherly love is like the sunshine in winter. When you are cold and desperate, as long as you bathe in the warmth of this love, all the chill will disappear in an instant. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, quiet and quiet, elegant and light; Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and unforgettable; Motherly love is like a landscape painting, quiet and beautiful, quiet and elegant. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth; Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their sickbed; Motherly love is the yearning of children wandering around the world; Motherly love is a child's laughter all his life. I praise maternal love. I praise maternal love, because it makes me thrive. This is an autumn harvest season. When my mother helped my grandmother harvest the crops, she accidentally hurt her foot. She limped, limped, gritted her teeth at every step, and it was very difficult. One day at noon, I came home from school and found that there was no "good food" on the table as I expected. I was so angry that I kept whispering about my mother. Time goes by, it's time for me to go to school, but my mother hasn't come home to cook, and I'm in a hurry. At this moment, I only heard someone panting and running up the stairs. When I opened the door, I saw my mother. I really doubt if I heard wrong. How can I run when my mother's foot hurts like that? "alas! I changed some medicine just now, which was delayed for a while. Don't worry, I'll cook for you right away. " Mother's pale forehead was covered with sweat, gasping for breath and saying sorry. Look at the white socks she is wearing this morning. At this time, some irregular figures have been drawn by red blood. Tears suddenly blurred my eyes, and hot tears dripped on my hands, making me unable to move. I'm eating the delicious food I've been waiting for a long time. At this moment, the taste is so astringent that it has been astringent to the heart. My mother has been weakly urging: "Eat quickly and go to school, and I will cook something good for you when I get home at night." As soon as I entered the room at night, the delicious food came to my nose, but my mother was not there. According to my father, my mother cracked the newly healed wound because she used too much force. She forced me to rest after cooking, and my heart was suddenly stung by something. Seeing the tall image of mother in a trance, I finally understand that maternal love is the kind of selfless behavior that can sacrifice oneself for children. Since then, I have a special feeling for autumn, because it records my mother's little love for me, and it cherishes a memory that I will never forget. It reminds me to do my best to repay this endless maternal love.
7. The composition of my mother's case is 200 words.
I have a happy home. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study and my life, and often tells me some truth about being a man.
My mother is most concerned about my study. Since I was born, when she and her father named me, they placed endless hopes on me. My mother calls me "Bin" because she wants me to be "both civil and military" and become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in primary school, my mother has often checked my homework and helped me with my study. She goes to bed late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother bought me a lot of exercise books from the bookstore for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother has enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes in the Children's Palace. When I was in the third grade, I signed up for the composition class and the Olympics class, and I also invited an English tutor. In recent years, whether in hot summer or cold winter, my mother rode my bike four times a day to send me to school; Every holiday and Sunday, rain or shine, take me to class. In order for me to learn the Olympics well, my mother sat in the same classroom with me like a primary school student. She listened so carefully and remembered so carefully, all to help me study better. Sometimes I can't do Olympic math problems, and my mother always explains them to me carefully. When she can't do it, she will call other parents to discuss it. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Olympic math problems. Sometimes I climb onto the table and fall asleep.
My mother is very strict with me. As long as I don't study hard and do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and reason with me patiently until I am familiar with my mistakes. I remember when I was in the second grade, I couldn't do a math problem, so I copied my classmates' exercise books. My mother learned about it and severely criticized me. Mom said, "You can ask others if you can't do the problem, but you must never copy other people's homework." Then my mother told me the story of "stealing the clock". Another time, when I was attending a class in the Children's Palace, I accidentally kicked the flowerpot in the corridor into pieces. As soon as I saw no one around, I hurried into the classroom and escaped the teacher's questioning. When I got home, I was glad to tell my mother about it. Who knows, when my mother heard this, she said sternly, "Son, you are really good! It is not a good behavior to kick a flowerpot and not admit your mistake to the teacher! "... the next day, I took the money from my mother to 5 yuan and took the initiative to find the teacher to apologize. Source: Shandong College Entrance Examination //ebxn
My mother is not only strict with me, but also very concerned about me. I remember I was seven years old that year. One winter night, I had a high fever and burned vaguely. At that time, my father was not at home, and my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital for intravenous drip. She accompanied me alone, wiping my face and drinking water for a while. She was afraid of boiling water, so she blew it cold with her mouth and let me drink it. She has been sitting beside me telling stories and taking off her cotton-padded clothes to cover me. I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was shivering with cold and sat by the bed all night. The next day, my fever went down, but my mother caught a cold. ...
My mother is very busy at work. On weekends, she either takes me to class after school or washes clothes and cleans at home. It's really too difficult. I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and keep it in my heart, always thinking about how to repay my mother well. On March 4th, someone issued a movie ticket at the school gate, saying that it was a three-dimensional movie of Peace Cinema, and primary school students were given a discount. I asked for two tickets. I want my mother to accompany me to the movies and have a good rest for half a day. Mother readily agreed. When we sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily and saw my mother's relaxed and happy mood, my heart was as sweet as honey.
8. A composition about 200 words about mother.
When I was a child, I relied on my mother. When I grow up, I love my mother blindly. Perhaps only when the sun of life moves towards noon and life begins in spring and summer will we have a deep understanding and love for our mother.
I suddenly realized that mother is actually a kind of time, from green land to forest, from stream to deep lake, from bright moon to iceberg.
The passage of time is speechless. When we feel something about time, it must be in a very heavy memory. When we truly realize our mother's sacrifice, we should also enter the season of giving and sacrificing. Sometimes I wonder, as a mother, did you just raise us? Without the dedication, sacrifice and selfless love of my mother, would there be warmth, sunshine and heavy tears in this world?
Mother is a kind of time. At the lowest point of my life, it was my mother's support that made me stronger in the face of blows and losses. In the journey of life without a smooth road, it is always the mother who bears the most pain, the most pressure and the most tears, but our mother still faces life and us with love, warmth, sympathy, kindness and smile!
We finally grew up, from a daughter to a mother. When we think that our shoulders have provoked responsibility and destiny, when we seem to be proud of life, maybe one day, we suddenly find that our white-haired mother is looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We will suddenly feel that in the eyes of our mother, we will never get rid of the feeling of being a baby and will always be the ignorant child in our mother's arms.
Maybe I can't repay everything that the flowing years have given me, but I have always loved my mother. In my eyes, my mother is a time worthy of tears forever and a beautiful story that can never be read.
9. I urgently need a 200-word composition about my mother.
Only mother is good in the world, and I am no exception. My mother has a white face, round eyes and long black hair. Motherly love is selfless dedication.
My mother will knit me a beautiful new sweater every winter, so that I can have a warm winter. My mother goes to work every day and knits me a sweater when she comes back from work. You said, "What's this"? It's maternal love.
When I was 4 years old, I had a small lump on my arm. My mother took me to the hospital for examination. The doctor said, "I need an operation." Mom and dad agreed after careful consideration. After the operation, my mother stayed with me day and night and didn't sleep a wink. You said, "What is this?" It's maternal love. Motherly love reminds me of a maternal love poem "Wandering Sons". All the bits and pieces come together, which is maternal love.