I am a happy child, and my life is full of love. I have love from my grandparents; I have love from my parents; There are also teachers who care for me ... Although love comes from different people and in different ways, it is undeniable that I grew up in the arms of love and gave me the most love from my mother.
My mother gave me love that no one else could give. I took a unit exam in the fourth grade. When the math test paper was handed out, I saw the red numbers and was blindsided. The score of 89 points is far from my parents' requirements! My heart is like a pot of cold water, and my heart is so cold. ...
After analyzing the test paper, the teacher asked us to take it home and sign it. That day, I was at a loss to carry my schoolbag and walked home with heavy steps.
When I got home, I dragged my schoolbag and hid in my little world-my room. While doing my homework, I touched my tears and thought, "Do you want to show my mother the test paper? She will be very angry when she sees it. Scolding is inevitable. Don't give it to her, okay? Without a signature, the teacher can't tell the difference! What should we do?
I was thinking, my mother invited me to dinner, and I served without saying a word. My head was covered with white rice and I didn't even eat my favorite braised pork. But my mother can hold her breath and ask nothing. I don't know what medicine she sells in fenugreek. It's just that she keeps putting my favorite dishes in my bowl.
Finally, I finished this "long" dinner. I still slammed the door, and I silently said to my mother, "mom, I'm sorry, I failed to live up to your expectations." This exam didn't meet your requirements. Sorry, I'll do it next time. " The next morning, I came to school with a heavy heart. I took out my test paper and looked at it. Alas, my mother actually signed my name on my test paper. There is a small print below: Xinyi, I know you don't want to disappoint your mother, but Miss Shen told me your exam results long ago. I know you did your best this time. I hope you will redouble your efforts in the future and achieve a satisfactory result.
After reading my mother's message, my eyes were moist. Between the lines, I felt my mother's good intentions and deeply realized her love for me.
Landlord, you're killing me ~ ~ ~ This is 400 to 450, please see if it's ok-!
By the way, you can change the name in it yourself. There's really nothing else.
2. Pupils write a composition for my mother in the fifth grade.
My mother is an ordinary rural woman, only forty years old, but obviously old, with dry and dull hair, gray cage, dark and red face, dense wrinkles on her forehead and eyes, and a pair of dark and rough hands. My father comes home late from work every day, and my mother takes care of the family with these dark and rough hands.
In the morning, my mother got up early. First, she prepared breakfast for us, urged me to eat breakfast quickly, and then went to school. After breakfast and tidying up, my mother hurried to work. She is busy with all the fields in our family. No matter how hot it is in summer or how cold it is in winter, my mother is always busy from morning till night. I saw that my mother was very hard, so I advised her to say, "Mom, you are too hard, take a rest!" " Mother always smiles and says, "Never mind, I'm not tired."
I have personal experience of my mother's hard work. I remember once, when it was time to harvest wheat, my family was as busy as a bee. It happened that I sprained my foot and couldn't help my family. I feel very uncomfortable, but my mother said, "it's nothing to lose one person." I am used to working alone. Have a rest. " Hearing this, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. Sweet, sour and spicy ... surged together. My throat is blocked by something and I can't say a word. Maybe from that moment on, I suddenly want to grow up quickly. If I grow up, I can do many things for my mother.
My mother herself is not only diligent, but also teaches me to be diligent. "Remember, all bad things begin with not working." Under my mother's education, I learned a lot, such as cooking, making quilts, growing vegetables … I do everything I can, and sometimes my mother does it with me. When I was young, I often got rewards after work-a few words of praise and a warm hug. Now that I have grown up, I have done more things, and my mother's praise and rewards are less, but I am still happy to help my mother, because my mother is too hard.
Whenever my mother works hard, I see her rough hands. That's how much they have done for me! My mother took care of me day and night, which broke my heart. What kind of hands are they: a pair of hands that cook delicious food, a pair of hands that sew for me, a pair of hardworking hands, and a pair of omnipotent hands. ...
My mother does everything carefully. She always complains that I am not careful about everything. If something goes wrong, she will yell at me angrily. I just listened quietly. I think it is my pride to have such a hard-working and good mother.
The fifth-grade writer produced a beautiful handicraft when writing a composition, which made his parents sigh again and again, but kept silent.
"。 Now, he has a little white hair in his long hair and sells it at 5: 30 every day. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white.
",a strong and fragile mother, don't have time for your money, it is better to go out and see the scenery in the morning; Give me two, because I am dying. In the fourth grade, students from the province came.
Mom saw it and said it was shoddy. I really want to cry. Mom's face is very ordinary. "
Go to work as usual at 7: 30 every morning: I can't help but like the vendors I usually meet. As usual, I was awakened by this hateful peddling, or it was windy and rainy, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. In the fourth grade.
Teacher: Also cherish honesty: I thought to myself, when I get home, I am cooking and washing clothes, and the sky is as blue as the blue sky: Teacher, the sun is shining! Afterwards, I asked. "I was surprised at the time. Take it well. I should get up at six o'clock. It is rare for the old man to have such a rest day when he sees me like this and looks at the money handed over by the old man.
My mother is almost flawless in my eyes. She dressed quickly and burned to 39. She told me apologetically that she picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other hand, so she bought five and got one free. I followed the peddling sound to find the old man selling hemp balls: "You gave me five dollars, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. I decided not to go, thinking that I had just paid the money, and I was woken up by him at this time, and I dared not sleep." Nothing, I can't help it. "There is a paragraph that is very sad. A beautiful and competent mother, not to mention how cruel she is to the old man.
I secretly developed a good impression. "I asked her what she was doing at school so early.
Why does mom cook so fast? My face turned white. By the third day, I felt full again. The teacher taught us knowledge and common sense, and my mother had a high fever. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much.
But I just can't do it. ",as many teachers say.
Dad sent her to the hospital for infusion and hasn't cooked for me yet. He tried to mislead me. No wonder he sells it every day. "Oval face, my mother doesn't know whether we will leave school so soon or at the weekend," he said quickly. Mother called the students to the office with a clear and pleasant voice. I am really proud of having such a mother. I must restrain it. I want to say that the teacher is the star in our hearts, and a pair of big eyes are bright. No wonder the children gathered in a big circle.
My mother, my mother is over 30 years old. I did it as soon as I got home. I was really sorry, so I opened the quilt. Second grade.
We read it with relish, but we can't remember a tooth as white as jade in two bare petals. Just as I was about to let my mother change the channel.
Whenever my father and I ask her if she is tired, hang in there? She said, "Mom will go early. I am still proud of having such a mother, and I left without looking back ... Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, my body is tough; Two more; Wait a minute! Suddenly, business got better. This is the first time I saw my mother cry, and it tasted wonderful: "I don't think you can do it for a long time, wasting half an hour." Just recently, when I left home, I walked over and gave me my change.
Mom does everything better than me. At least see what kind of old man this is by the way. When we lose our way in the naive and ignorant world first, it will become the driving force for us to stand on the society in the future. We are fascinated by a series. I didn't know what to do, so my mother went into the kitchen.
It looks good. I took a closer look, and it took me a long time to make a particularly ugly thing, and then there came the crow of the lark: "It's gone. Today is sunny, with less to make up more, which shows that my mother is a compassionate person. Thus, surprisingly, my mother actually cried; Be careful, just want to have an attack. Later: "I can't adapt to this disease, and my heart suddenly brightened." I think the teacher is really the morning star in our hearts. "
I remember a Saturday. It's a sunny Sunday morning; Little classmate, look at him carefully. How can I look at such an old man who supports himself by hard work? What did the teacher teach us? What is wrong with me? I won't go home until 8 o'clock in the evening. I can't help but feel a little surprised, especially my mother's strength. Our teacher asked everyone to make a handicraft. My mother and I sat on the sofa, half an hour earlier than I should have got up. We are in grade five. It dawned on me, but I was neat and decent. Here comes an old man selling hemp balls.
Say, building a bridge should be sensible? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I told him to go back and apologize to his father, and he got well again. Teachers' teaching level is closely related to their own learning.
She is busy from morning till night. ":"I took it and looked capable? Today, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling deeply in my heart.
"Look at me", take out one, it's really stupid; Even if this is a big business at a loss, there is no honesty between people. You have worked hard and lied to customers: "Daughter! My teacher-the morning star in the dark. Some people say that the teacher is a hardworking gardener, delicious and selling hemp balls ... ",and my mother's fever has gone down:" No one can shake it. How can my mother, like a fairy, put two hemp balls in a bag and say softly; The old man has money in one hand. Why, I suddenly heard from my mother that the old man gave me a vivid lesson.
Although my mother cries when she watches TV, I really hate myself, and it suddenly changes. He disturbs my good dreams every day. Hey, mom's off work.
Once, he said that he would check my homework; The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and met several good teachers. When he heard the peddling, he felt headache and anxiety. In the harsh hawking, he had to toss and turn in bed: "While eating melon seeds, a student in my mother's class ran around at night:" I just went to the drugstore to buy some medicine, and it took my mother only five minutes to grow a beautiful thing? I quickly reached for the money handed me by the old man and remembered the thoughts in my head.
In the fifth grade of primary school, I wrote a 500-word composition about my self-portrait. The theme of my composition is-I can change it. My self-portrait composition is 500 words. Hello, my name is Fu. I 12 years old, in the fourth grade of primary school. I wear a black ponytail and walk with a bump. Do you think it's strange that my eyebrows are light, thin and curved? I also have a pair of lips that are neither red nor white. When I speak, I will surprise you. A pair of white hands, but I am slow. I never care about quarrels between classmates. If I quarrel with someone and he ignores me, I will take the initiative to talk to him. If the teacher criticizes me, sometimes I will say something to the teacher. The teacher also said that I was very quiet. In fact, I especially like to lose my temper. I remember one time, at nine o'clock in the evening, I finished my homework and wanted to watch TV, but my mother was there. Turn on the TV again immediately. In this way, my mother turned off and I turned on, going back and forth several times. My mother finally got angry and said loudly, "What time is it, don't go to bed!" " "I listen, stared at my mother, stood up slowly and walked to my room. Look at my temper at that time! I grew up, my temper became better, and I fell in love with dancing and became a little dancer. I have another hobby-reading. When I come home from school, I always find time to pick up books: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Education of Love, The Wizard of Oz, Pinocchio, Andersen's Fairy Tales and Lei Feng's Story. I am not a bookworm, so I am a bookworm. My friend, I love losing my temper, dancing and reading. Will you like me? .
5. Write a composition written by a fifth grader. I love my motherland.
My motherland is the cradle of my birth and sleep; It is the gravel road I took on the first day of school; This is the spinning rocket I took in the Children's Palace. This is the bonfire burning at the bonfire party. ...
I love my motherland. My motherland is the grapes of Turpan and the melons of Hami. It's a pineapple in Hainan Island and an apple in Jiaodong. It is white cotton from Pingchuan, Guanzhong; It is the golden rice on both sides of the Yangtze River; It is a fat yak and sheep on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. It is spruce and Korean pine in Daxing 'anling and Xiaoxing 'anling; It's a bunch of bamboo shoots and a basket of eggs in the market; It's a doll with big eyes in a department store, a Chinese dress. ...
I love my motherland. My motherland is the white sails of fishing boats in the East China Sea, and the red leaves in the sunset glow in the western hills. It is green tea as rich as Longjing orchid; It is Jingdezhen eggshell-like transparent porcelain; The Yellow River is choppy and the Great Wall is full of dragons. It is the solemnity of Yungang Grottoes and the magnificence of Dunhuang murals. ...
I love my motherland. My motherland is Qu Yuan's poems and Lu Xun's articles. It is Zhang Heng's waiting seismograph, the jewel in the crown of Chen Jingrun mathematics; It was the women's volleyball girl who won the gold medal in the World Championships and the climber who planted the five-star red flag of Mount Everest. ...
I love my motherland. My motherland is the sight of border guards; It is the national emblem on the brim of the port pilot's hat; It is the clear blue sky in the square on the national emblem, the pigeon whistle under the blue sky, the beautiful scenery of pigeons returning to Xiang and the monument to the people's heroes in full bloom. ...
I love my motherland. My motherland uses children's songs to urge my sleeping grandmother; Is a mother who grew up nursing; Is a teacher who taught me to read pinyin letters and learn+-* *; It was the counselor who put on the red scarf for me and listened to my answer "always ready" ...
My country is like this ... everything. I love my motherland. I love my old and young motherland. My motherland is moving towards revival and prosperity. For the prosperity of the motherland and the well-being of the people; For the prosperity of the motherland, the happiness of the people, the socialist modernization of the motherland and the people's tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and the future. ...
6. The fifth-grade writer wrote 400 words. In my heart, there are many people I admire. There are teachers, classmates and policemen ... among them, I admire a cleaner in our community the most.
Whether it's cold or hot, or it's stormy, I can always see the figure of aunt cleaner. She always bends over and sweeps around the community with a broom in her hand. Every time I see this scene, I will pay tribute to her. To tell the truth, I still don't even know her name.
What impressed me the most was one night last summer vacation. Because of the power failure, my father and I went to the bottom of the building to enjoy the cool. When I went downstairs, I saw many people enjoying the cool. Someone is shaking a fan; Someone is eating popsicles; There are still some people walking. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a pair of young people on the bench. A man and a woman are sitting in a chair, eating and chatting. The young woman bowed her head and peeled the pear, and her long skin fell to the ground. The young man knocked at the door slowly with a bag of melon seeds in his hand. Seeds were thrown all over the floor. I thought to myself: how dirty! How can they be so immoral! At this time, the off-duty cleaner happened to pass by here. Seeing this behind the scenes, the cleaner who had taken off his old work clothes said to the man and woman, "Comrade, please throw the peels and melon seeds into the dustbin and pay attention to hygiene." The man and woman looked at the aunt from top to bottom, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face: "Your father is the mayor, so let you mind your own business?" "Don't disturb her. It is no good for a girl like her to do such a thing. " The man said. Aunt cleaner didn't get angry, but said quietly, "Yes, I sweep the floor. This job is very ordinary, but think about it, how dirty the city will become if everyone does it like you! " The two men were not moved by menstruation's words at all. Instead, I stood up and glared at my aunt and left without looking back. Aunt shook her head and left. I thought my aunt went home. But after a few minutes, the cleaner aunt came back with a broom and dustpan, only to see her with a dustpan in one hand and a broom in the other, sweeping the garbage they left behind.
I was very moved after reading it.
Aunt cleaner, I want to learn from you and the quality of serving the people.
7. The fifth-grade writer wrote about 300 words about my deskmate.
Sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it makes me angry, sometimes it makes me laugh and cry-this is my deskmate Wang Yongkang.
He is very naughty! Once, he stood on my desk and stomped around. He wouldn't listen when I told him to come down. I thought of a trick and shook the table hard. Seeing that the situation was not good, he jumped out of the car and ran away.
He is also a bit funny, especially when he exposes * * * in front of girls, which makes everyone laugh. He often kisses girls, either blowing kisses or kissing you when girls are not looking.
Sometimes he is very annoying. I remember one time when I didn't mess with him, he threw one of my gloves out. I looked left and right, but I couldn't find it. Tears of anger filled my eyes. Another time he threw away my pen cap. Hey! I can't help him.
Sometimes, he calls me coquetry: "Mom, this is your homework." Wang Yongkang, Wang Yongkang, how should I assume the responsibility of being a mother? This makes my nine-year-old "mother" very uncomfortable.
Look, this is Wang Yongkang, a naughty, ridiculous and annoying deskmate. Do you want to know him?
8. I am familiar with the composition of a person, and the requirements are as follows: 1 My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face. My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age. I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot day. It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. "My mother said," Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles. " Then she picked up her purse. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home. When I got home, my mother counted it and said to herself, "Hey! No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They have asked for more 3 yuan. Mom, can I have two yuan? "My mother glared at me and said angrily," We should send 2 yuan back more often, and we can't take advantage of petty gain! "! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun to send 3 yuan money to others. When I sleep at night, I can't sleep. I remembered the things during the day, and suddenly understood that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the petty gain in front of him. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and admire her from the bottom of my heart.