Words to the mouth and swallow it down.
Mom, I want to smile at you.
But there are only a few tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your black hair is frosted.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter with my skirt.
Mom, I want to tell you
Words to the mouth and swallow it down.
Mom, I want to smile at you.
But there are only a few tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter with my skirt.
Oh, mom, trust me.
A daughter has a reward from her own daughter.
2. Who wrote the string "Mother by Candlelight" in the form of poetry? I am deeply immersed in the affectionate melody of Mother by Candlelight. A person who has never written a poem actually uses poetry to express his inner impulse. So, I wrote this poem, which is not a poem, with lame techniques and straightforward words.
The stars are your bright eyes.
The breeze is your infinite affection.
Candlelight reflects your beautiful smiling face.
Affectionate melody slowly flows into my heart like nectar.
In the blog, you have a special way.
Lighting birthday candles for people in different places
Send sincere wishes.
In the virtual world of the Internet, you have a sincere heart.
The lofty and sacred title of mother
Give it to someone you've never met.
I found the truth in the virtual.
I enjoy the peace in the noise.
Tears of joy glistened in his eyes.
What surges in my heart is gratitude.
My heart is drunk with this happiness.
I let my thoughts pass through the curtains in the morning.
Floating to your side
I didn't sleep tonight.
3. Write a grateful composition, starting with mother's song by candlelight. Mom, I want to tell you,
Words come to my mouth and I swallow them,
Mom, I want to smile at you,
Mother's music by candlelight
There are small tears in my eyes.
Oh mom, mom by candlelight,
Your black hair is frosted,
Oh mom, mom by candlelight,
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight,
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight,
Mom, mom by candlelight,
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to take your skirt through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Oh, mom, believe me, my daughter has her own reward.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "Whenever I hear this classic poem, I will think of my gentle and amiable mother, whose kind face always appears in front of my eyes. She taught me to be grateful to my mother.
My mother has a waterfall of black hair, but there are several "silver lines" hidden in her black hair. These "naughty silver lines" may be the testimony of the years. Her round face is inlaid with a pair of bright eyes, and her high nose is arched under her eyes, which makes people feel quite stereoscopic. Look down again, wow! Cherry-like mouth is more charming. No wonder people call her beauty. But what moved me about my mother was her love for me.
Once, I was in a hurry to go to school and forgot to bring my clothes. I didn't feel good until I got to school. At this moment, I have no intention to study any more, quietly looking out the window in a daze. Suddenly, a familiar call came from my ear, and I went with prestige, ah! It's mom! Holding a thick dress in my hand, I happily ran out of the teacher to see my mother. In the cold wind, I accidentally touched my mother's hand, so cold! As cold as ice! In an instant, my eyes filled with tears. "Is it cold? Children. " But mom talked. I choked up and said nothing. I picked up my mother's hand and stuffed it under my arm. I want to warm my mother's cold hands with my body temperature.
At that moment, my mother was shocked. I know that the heart between mother and daughter is full of spring-like warmth. Mom, my dear mom, my daughter loves you forever! Let me shout: thank you, mom!
Mom, I want to say I love you, mom!
4. "Mother by candlelight" 800-word composition "Mother by candlelight"
I don't know why, every time I go home and see my white-haired, wrinkled, thin and weak mother, I always feel like crying.
I asked myself, is this the mother who shoulders all the burdens of the family? Is this the enthusiastic and cheerful mother who can sing and dance well? Is this the mother who chased me until I begged for mercy? Is this the healthy and energetic mother who raised the four of us? When I was a child, my mind was afraid of my mother. I am often beaten for ordering something as big as sesame and mung beans. My hand was cut and my leg was swollen. I was bullied by older children. When I got home, I didn't get comfort from my mother. On the contrary, I must have been beaten and scolded Even my sister was beaten and scolded for her mistakes. We think mom is a stepmother. I remember when I was not in school. Once when I was playing in a landslide, I cut my pants and even went home crying. When my mother saw it, she screamed and said, "You monkey, how dare you cry? Why didn't you go to heaven! " ! "Then hit me with a broom pimple.
It's my turn to go to work, and it's New Year's Eve. My mother and I will take care of jiaozi. Because I watched the Spring Festival party, my hands naturally slowed down a lot. My mother raised her hand indiscriminately and hit me in the face with dumpling wrappers, saying, "You can either pack jiaozi or watch TV! ! "
I got angry and left the room. I didn't pack jiaozi or watch TV. This New Year's Eve was very unpleasant.
I once asked my father, who never scolded me, why my mother had such a bad temper. Father always said sarcastically, "She didn't have a mother when she was a child."
When I grew up, I gradually realized the hardships of my mother after I got married and had children. So try to stay with her every time I go home. I seldom contradict her and make her angry. My mother's temper has softened a lot since she got old. We used to go out without watching, but now when I leave home, she always walks me to the gate, telling me to be less angry and drink less. Mother loves playing mahjong, and she is full of energy, if there is God's help. During the Chinese New Year, we play with our mother, and we take turns to have a rest. She played for two days and nights. On the third morning, when we were still sleeping, my mother had cooked the meal.
My mother is old now, too old and suffering from rheumatoid disease. Washing clothes and cooking are not very convenient, but I still like playing mahjong. Looking at my mother's sad face in candlelight, I felt infinite sadness and tears in my eyes. ...
5. Ask for an 800-word composition "Mother by Candlelight". Mother by candlelight
"... ah! Mother by candlelight ... "Just as I was intoxicated by Mao Amin's beautiful song, the beautiful music came to an abrupt end, and the room was suddenly dark-the power went out. Mother put down the sweater she was knitting for me and lit the candle in the dark. Suddenly there was light in the room. By the faint candlelight, I saw my mother's tired eyes. My heart is sour. Sick from childhood. My mother didn't sleep well for several nights, and her big black eyes were bloodshot. My mother picked up my sweater again and knitted wholeheartedly. My mother looks much older by candlelight. I don't know when she got a few wrinkles on her eyes. In these fifteen years, I don't know how much my mother has paid for * * * and how much love she has given me. The flickering candlelight took me back to ten years ago ... it was a summer, and my mother and I went home to visit relatives. At that time, there was no electricity in my hometown. At night, every household lights candles or small oil lamps.
I remember that little candlelight always reflected my mother's busy figure, and her mother had been taking care of her grandmother who was ill in bed.
At that time, I was no longer as fond of my mother as before, shouting for her to accompany me, and I was always sensible without saying a word. It was my mother who taught me to love and care for others. After taking care of grandma, my mother sat by candlelight and sewed a new dress for grandma. By candlelight, I saw my mother's bright eyes, full of love. At that time, I always thought my mother was the most beautiful person in the world.
Candlelight turned into four … six … eight … twelve in my flashing tears. These twelve candles danced happily on a big birthday cake, which was the birthday of the year when I was admitted to a key middle school. Through this candlelight, I saw my mother's eyes full of encouragement and hope. It was my mother's long speech that made me achieve good results one after another with confidence.
This little candlelight has strung together stories hidden in my memory, and now in front of my eyes, moving pictures emerge ... My mother didn't notice that I was daydreaming, but she rushed over to knit me a sweater under the faint candlelight. I quickly opened the English book in front of me and began to read it. My voice became louder and louder unconsciously ... I looked up and saw my mother's satisfied smile through the flickering candlelight.
6. Ask for a composition: Listening to my mother in candlelight feels "Mom, I want to say something to you, and I swallowed it when I got to my mouth. Mom, I want to smile at you, but there are tears in my eyes. " In the candlelight, it is your shadow, your smile, the embodiment of your love and your sincerity.
Mao Amin's high-pitched and slightly low voice, elegant tunes of songs, and affectionate and sincere singing have moved everyone. What is revealed in the song is a kind of warmth, which contains deep love for the mother. Mother's worried cheeks, black hair with frosted flowers, tired waist and dull eyes emerged one by one, faintly visible in candlelight and tears. The singer sang the true feelings, and I was attracted by that sincerity. Hearing this song gave me a spiritual shock, my feelings flowed in this song, and my heart sublimated in this song.
Mom, what a simple sentence, what a great sentence, the ordinary is touching and loving. Every step from the birth of a baby to the growth of a teenager, from small to large, is saturated with your painstaking efforts and meticulous care. You value me more than yourself and care about my health more than yourself. You never think of yourself. I was the first person to think of it.
In life, you are my guide, show me the way forward and teach me the basic skills of life; Ideologically, you are my good teacher, teaching me how to set goals and how to be a person. Your hard work is integrated into every bit of life. Mom, looking at your growing silver thread and gaunt face, I am growing up day by day. I can't compare you with anything. You have given too much to describe in words. Maternal love is the greatest love in the world, and mother is the greatest person in the world.
A song brings a feeling; A song brings a kind of love; A song brings emotion.
Mother by candlelight, unforgettable feelings by candlelight; Mother by candlelight, unforgettable person by candlelight.
I hope this song can be circulated forever, can bring more children, and let this touching melody flow in everyone's heart forever.
7. The topic is the teacher's candlelight. Mom's composition is always busy. Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I casually opened the calendar hanging on the wall, and the white hair crept into her hair. Thank you! On the night of Mother's Day, ah, my daughter thanked you for your kindness. My mother's voice and smile appeared in front of me, full of countless guilt for her.
So I cut out a heart-shaped card with pink cardboard and wrote a line on it, smiling so sweetly: Every Mother's Day: "Good daughter!" " "I wiped my tears for my mother. I saw her wrinkled forehead. Thank you! Not only did I enter meditation, but I will let you spend every happy Mother's Day by candlelight and draw pictures on it, so I carefully lit it with a lighter by candlelight. I whispered that she seemed to forget her holiday and sang so vividly and touching, but she never seemed to care. She was too surprised to speak, and I couldn't help crying! /kloc-In May of 0/3, my white hair disappeared, and as a daughter, I ran into the room. You work hard. After dinner, I took out a carefully prepared greeting card and gave it to my mother. I was so excited that I shed tears.
Suddenly. I invited my mother to chair the meeting.
It was the eve of Mother's Day last year, and it made you young by candlelight. I plan to make a beautiful card for my mother. Every time I hear this song, I have an idea in my head. I seem to see my mother's wrinkles for hours. "Mom smiled." Happy holidays to mom. There are many beautiful songs praising her. "Mother by candlelight is so young. Mom, I took some candles out of the drawer. She sobbed and said, "It's beautiful.
My mother looked at everything in front of me, but I only liked the song "Mother by Candlelight" and took out a book on making technical strength: "Mom, it seems that there is a flower on her face. It's beautiful to think of it here.
8. Write a short essay of more than 150 with mom's candlelight tears.
Mom, I want to tell you
Words to the mouth and swallow it down.
Mom, I want to smile at you.
But there are only a few tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your black hair is frosted.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter with my skirt.
Mom, I want to tell you
Words to the mouth and swallow it down.
Mom, I want to smile at you.
But there are only a few tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight.
Oh, mom, mom by candlelight
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to walk through spring, summer, autumn and winter with my skirt.
Oh, mom, trust me.
A daughter has a reward from her own daughter.