? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. ? Every time I read this poem, I think of my mother's hand. I want to share the thread of a kind mother's composition with you, hoping to help you.
On the line in the loving mother's composition 1
? A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and mended them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late to read Meng Jiao's poems. The scene of last winter came to mind.
It was the time when the final exam was coming, and the weather was particularly cold. It was cloudy, and the whistling north wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground. Small snowflakes are scattered in the sky, flying all over the sky like small feathers. Gradually, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. Small snowflakes are in mid-air. You hug me and I surround you, rolling down from the air in clusters.
? Linlin, come on. It is difficult to walk on the road in such bad weather. Go out early. ? Mother shouted eagerly. I put on my shoes in a hurry and followed closely. Mom started the battery car, but something unexpected happened. Actually, the battery car is broken and can't move. Helpless, my mother had to launch a bicycle that had not been ridden for a long time and looked a little rusty.
The cold northwest wind blew, and my mother stepped on the worn-out bicycle against the wind, making a squeaking noise. I hugged my mother tightly, but the hateful wind crept in from my neck and made me tremble with cold. I couldn't help shivering and mumbling: it's so cold! ? When mom heard this, she jumped out of the car and shouted, Why don't you wear gloves and scarf? Say that finish, immediately take off gloves, neatly set on my head, and untie the neck set on me. ? Mom, what are you going to do? I asked anxiously. Mom smiled and said:? Silly boy, riding a bike is full of movement, not cold! ? Say that finish, mother jumped on the car and continued to ride.
Mother rode very hard. She exchanges her hands from time to time and puts her hands in her mouth to breathe. I handed my mom my gloves, and she said? Put it on yourself. Don't move. ?
It's a long road today, and I finally got to school. I jumped down, stunned. The cold wind messed up her hair, her hands were red and blue, her face was red and her nose was dripping with water.
My eyes suddenly got wet, so I immediately took off my gloves and scarf and handed them to my mother. Mother dusted the snowflakes off my body and said, Mother will come to the factory soon. It's not cold at all in the factory. You still have to do your homework. It can't be cold, or the words won't look good. ? She motioned me in, got on my bike and drove away in the snow.
In this world of ice and snow, I am immersed in my mother's warm maternal love. Like? But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring? Mom, how can I repay you for your kindness to your daughter?
On the line composition in the hands of loving mothers II
? Son, are you really leaving?
? Yes, mom. ?
? So what? What time does it leave?
? Leave today. ?
? Huh? I'm leaving soon. ? The old mother whispered, turned and walked into the old woodshed to prepare luggage and a farewell banquet for her son. I put all this on the old wooden table near the wooden fence window, and the red paint in my eyes almost disappeared. I saw that the young scholar's eyes were full of fatigue and sadness. He looked at the old house again and again. He grew up in a big place. He is leaving tomorrow. He should be thinking that his mother will forgive his unfilial behavior. I watched the scholar's fist clenched slowly. Immediately, I was attracted by the figure of the old woman. She hobbled with an old hen. She hunched over and approached the chicken step by step, but she was too old to catch an old hen as she did when she was young. The hen is a little old, but she is still laying eggs. She wants to save it for the New Year. Now it seems that her children will not spend the New Year at home. The old woman was cruel and cruel, plopped, and finally caught the chicken in her hand. But the chicken wings and sings. Afraid of disturbing the scholar, the old woman pinched it with trembling fingers, and the chicken finally behaved well. The old woman smiled apologetically at the scholar, but the scholar's heart trembled and he felt uncomfortable. The old lady didn't care that much. She is busy cooking for her son. My son is still so thin, we should give him more nutrition. The poor child suffered himself, but fortunately, the child lived up to expectations. Thinking of this, the mouth of the old woman cooking unconsciously evoked.
It's night, the bright moon is at the head, scattering long moonlight and looking at the world quietly. In a corner of the world, in a room made of firewood, an oil lamp is lit alone. A spoonful of oil, a core and a little light. The dim candlelight and the faint green light of several fireflies outside the house are burning in this world. The old woman sewed carefully in the light. I looked at a ball of thread next to me, and I became thinner little by little. The old woman is very careful, and every stitch seems to pour her deep love. Finally, it was my turn. I saw the dense wrinkles on the old woman's hands and felt the uneven wrinkles on her hands, but her fingertips were thick cocoons. The old woman is skilled at sewing, but her eyes are not very strong. She must be closer to the light, a little closer. Squint your eyes and feel with your hands. In this way, the old woman wanted to sew this dress thicker and hoped that the children would put it on and be warmer. She raised her child by herself, made him read and write, and hoped that he would succeed. This child is the hard work of the old woman's life. Looking at the old woman's muddy eyes, there are stars flashing. I can't help but believe that as long as the child is well, she will be satisfied. The wind rustled the weeds, and there seemed to be a few cicadas in the distance, which made the night more silent. The tracts are still expressionless, and gradually fall to the west.
It's dusk, and the scholar is leaving. He has spent a lot of time here, but his legs seem to have taken root and his mouth is like a chain, and he doesn't know how to speak. But how can a mother-in-law who watched her child grow up not see his thoughts? Her mouth opened and closed again, and finally a few words came out. Son, go early and come back early. ? The scholar's eyes suddenly changed color, and both of them knew that they had left and they didn't know when they would come back.
Facing the sunset. Scholar, I'm leaving after all. The mother-in-law stood at the door of the hospital, watching the child leave her step by step. She couldn't help but burst into tears, but she couldn't bear to hinder the child's progress. But the scholar suddenly turned his head. Mom, when I come back, I will pay tribute to you. ? Say that finish, the scholar dare not look back, because tears have slipped down his cheeks, and he can't let his mother worry.
The afterglow is sprinkled on the surface of everything, but I seem to see the scholar's heart. I felt his determination to become a successful person and his filial piety to his mother. I heard him say in his heart,? Mom, don't worry, I know what you have done for me. I will definitely let you enjoy your old age. I won't let you work so hard again. ? I feel my companions crowded around me, and I also feel my mother-in-law's meticulous care for the scholar. She can't go with the scholar, so she has to pin her love on this dress. Don't worry, grandma! I will take good care of your child, and he will certainly make a difference.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.
Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
? postscript
Composition 3 on thread in loving mother's hand
Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer has existed since ancient times, among which? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. ? Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? ? Mother made new clothes for travelers. And how can we repay our mother's great kindness with this grass-like gratitude? How can we come into this world without a mother? Parents are selfless. Since childhood, your parents have given you tuition for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Why don't we honor our parents?
There is also a poem, which is also widely circulated, called Mulan poem. This poem is about a woman named Mulan who knows that Khan is seeking fame. It has twelve volumes. Her old father's name is on the scroll. Mulan couldn't bear to let her father be on the battlefield in person, so she changed into men's clothes and turned herself into a man. So there was the saying that Mulan joined the army instead of her father. Mulan fought bravely on the battlefield, even men were not as brave as her. Finally? The general died in battle, and the strong man returned in ten years. ? She is a brave person who came back victorious. Khan asked her to continue to serve her country, but in the end she chose to go home. After returning to China, the countryside was very lively: when I heard the news of my daughter, I went out to help Guo; When my sister heard that she was coming, she took care of her red makeup. I heard that my sister was coming, so I sharpened my knife to pigs and sheep. ? Mulan also went back to her room to put on a red makeup, put on her own women's clothes, and went out to surprise the accompanying brothers. For so long, she didn't know Mulan was a woman. ? Male rabbits have messy feet and female rabbits have blurred eyes; When two rabbits walk on the ground, Ann can tell whether I am a male or a female. ?
Another story happened in Xiaogan, that is, one of the 24 filial piety "sold his body to bury his father".
Yong Dong, the hero of the story, sold himself into slavery because he had no money to bury his father, and borrowed money from a rich local family to bury his father. On one occasion, Yong Dong was on a business trip. On his way back, he was stopped by a woman and asked to be his wife. At this time, Yong Dong should not. Finally, the host family decided to let them get married and asked them to sell only 300 pieces of cloth within 0/00 days, and then let him leave. Women worked day and night, knitting 300 pieces of cloth a day before 100 days. Yong Dong also became a free man. After the two men left, the woman told Yong Dong that she was the seventh daughter of the Emperor of Heaven. Seeing Yong Dong's filial piety, she asked her to help, and now she is going back to heaven. Then he disappeared. Xiaogan got its name because Yong Dong touched the sky.
As the saying goes, Zhu Dexiao comes first. A person can't live without filial piety, otherwise that person will be cast aside by society.
Composition 4 on thread in loving mother's hand
Mother gave me a pair of eyes to explore the mysteries of the world; Mother gave me a pair of hands to change the world; My mother gave me a pair of legs to travel around the world. People say that maternal love is like the sea, which reminds me of those things.
Once, I was going to school. My mother said, Son, it's raining today. Don't forget to bring an umbrella. ? I thought to myself: it's still sunny, how can it rain? I remembered my mother's words again, so I'd better take a spare one! It really rained when we arrived at school. Mom, I want to thank you for reminding me.
Another time, I wanted to eat chocolate, so I asked my father for it. My father said that you just ate it, so you can't eat sweets and junk food. ? My mother heard my conversation with my father and quietly bought me some chocolates. Dad found out and said, you are used to eating these junk foods. ? Mom said:? What's wrong with children eating some chocolate? He can't eat any more. Besides, the cigarettes you smoke and the wine you drink are also poisonous! Why not let him eat?
The next day, my father went on a business trip, and my mother said that my father would not come back for a few days. After that, my mother went to cook and have a good meal. My mother taught me to write and recite poems. This reminds me of a poem:? The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. ? I really felt my mother's kindness to me, and I secretly vowed to study hard and repay my mother in the future! I told this sentence to my mother, and she said: Good boy, repay me when you are admitted to the university! ? I am proud to say: good! ?
Mom, you gave me selfless love. When I grow up, I will be filial to you.
Composition 5 on thread in loving mother's hand
My mother's hands are chubby and a little rough, but very capable.
A skillful hand at knitting sweaters
My mother likes knitting sweaters. Whenever she is free, she picks up wool and bamboo needles and knits them one by one. She is very serious for fear of making mistakes. My mother knitted all the sweaters I grew up with. Wearing a sweater carefully knitted by my mother reminds me of a poem:? The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but an inch of grass has won much love. ? I wore a sweater to play in the community. My neighbor praised my sweater and asked me where I bought it. I am proud to say: this is knitted by my mother! ? They all envy me for having a skilled mother.
Housekeeping expert
Mom loves cleanliness. The floor and walls of my home are spotless, and the things in the room are neatly arranged by my mother. Mom is like a top that can't stop, mopping the floor and washing clothes, bask in the quilt? Busy as a bee. As long as my mother cleans it up, the whole family will be brand-new My mother is really an expert in housework.
A good cook
Mom is good at cooking, and many ingredients will soon become a delicious table when they reach her. Mother's specialty is many, including fat but not greasy braised pork, sweet and soft jiaozi, green and refreshing stir-fry and delicious crucian carp soup. When the guests came, my mother showed off her cooking and served the dishes. The guests ate with relish and were full of praise. I like all the dishes cooked by my mother, among which my favorite is the egg jiaozi cooked by my mother. Golden egg dumplings are put on the plate one by one, just like the little moon. I picked one up, put it in my mouth and took a gentle bite. The smell of eggs and meat suddenly filled the whole mouth. It's delicious! I can't help eating one after another.
My mother's hands are industrious and capable. I want to thank her. It was her skillful hands and love that gave me a warm and sweet home.