Everyone can't get such a vigorous and unforgettable maternal love, but from my mother's subtle concern for my life, I can see that my mother is so kind to me.
My mother, like most mothers, likes to nag. I may be bored, but she will never-it's cold, but when I come home from self-study in the evening, she always tells me to put on more clothes tomorrow, and at the same time fold the clothes in my closet and put them on my bedside. Of course, sometimes I don't listen to her, and I naturally catch a cold in a few days; When the weather is hot, she will tell me to wear less. In order not to let me disobey her, she will take pains to check how much I wear every morning like a security check. It has been like this for more than ten years!
My mother always likes to sleep late, but since I entered junior high school, she has got up earlier than me almost every morning. When I woke up, she was busy preparing breakfast for me in the kitchen. Only on the weekend morning, when she saw me sleeping soundly and not getting up, she quietly closed the door for me-just wanted me to have a rest.
My mother likes to "scold" me, and I know that she actually cares about me. Whenever she finds out that I have done something wrong, she will come and slap me twice and then scold me severely. My mother doesn't like to see me bored. She wants me to be as lively as other children, even naughty. Let's just say, especially during the Chinese New Year, when he sees me standing there like a deadwood, he can't help kicking me, hitting me a few times and then scolding me. This shows how much my mother loves me!
My mother sometimes likes to ask me questions in harsh words. Although I can't answer, I know that his purpose is to exercise my eloquence and make me stronger, so I don't hesitate to make me hate her at a huge price.
Although my mother is not a perfect person, her care and love for me is undeniable. As the ending song "My All" of "Lotus Lantern" sings: She has regarded me as her whole life, and I will never pay off this huge debt to her. I can't help writing this article to praise her!
God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Maternal love is hot tea in winter, and maternal love is cool breeze in summer! On the occasion of Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday!
2. My mother's portrait description composition Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands.
I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain.
My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home."
After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads.
Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study.
At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth.
At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold.
Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt.
But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold.
I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
My mother's hands are so rough, but my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands. . I love my mother's warm and powerful hands. Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands. . I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
I believe many people will think of Hu Shi's My Mother after seeing this topic. No, my inspiration really comes from this. My mother is a little different from ordinary mothers. She has no job, but she has taken good care of me for ten years. I have asked her many times to find another job and let her communicate more with the outside world. But my mother wouldn't. I don't understand why my mother did this. Now, I finally understand that she wants to take better care of me who has already entered junior high school. However, what my mother has to do now is more difficult than before. My father was ill a few years ago and has been in hospital for some time. Although his body is almost the same now, his body is not as good as before. He has a good temper, but his mother's. Since my father learned that he had the virus, his temper has gone from bad to worse. I remember it very clearly. At that time, my father liked to hold me on his head. Now, everything is a memory. My mother is not only a professional wife, but also a qualified mediator.
I often have trouble with my father. My mother always tells me that your father is in poor health, so let him go. But dad is still my good dad, and there will still be laughter when we are together.
I owe it to my mother. In fact, a mother knows best what she thinks in her heart.
Mother doesn't want me to be at odds with my father. She thinks that a family should cherish the time together. Mom will talk less and laugh more when she is at home.
In my eyes, the person who knows me best is my mother. I still remember that my mother and I had a fight. That time, my mother cried.
But I still felt very proud at the time. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I don't understand why there is a generation gap between children and adults. Why can't you treat your mother as a friend? I have this idea because of everything my mother has done.
My mother is the person who respects me most in the world. She would never invade my privacy. Because she knows that if I want to tell her, I will.
Since I don't want to talk about it, she won't ask. Everything about me, she won't move.
This is my proudest point as her daughter. My mother will respect me like this, which may be related to some of her beliefs.
My mother is a Christian and has believed for many years. Maybe this time should be counted from the day she came into this world. My mother never lies. She said my ancestors wouldn't like it, so she trained me slowly.
Mother's favorite phrase, I will never forget, "Our father in heaven, may everyone hallow your name." . May your kingdom come.
May your will be done on earth, as you have done ... "Forever, forever ..."
5.400-word composition, portrait description-she has a pair of arch eyebrows, watery eyes and a smooth tongue.
What fascinates me most is her long hair, which flutters with the wind when running and exudes fragrance. She is wearing a gray coat with a flowered skirt inside, which looks particularly beautiful and moving.
The feeling she gave me was an essence. Bright eyes exude a soft feeling that can break the psychological defense.
There is always a smile on a slightly childish face. Her innocence makes people feel easygoing.
When she bowed her head and meditated, the bangs on her forehead danced lightly with the wind, which seemed mysterious and charming. She has a pair of eyes with gods on her face, and a smile is always with her.
A slightly curly black hair hung over her shoulders. The bangs in front are fluttering in the wind ... She is petite and her voice is much louder than I expected.
A long curly hair is like a ribbon fluttering in the autumn wind. This encounter in the wind, her smile is like spilled honey, very sweet.
The unrestrained words make people relax in a strange atmosphere. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, her gorgeous clothes made me feel that spring was brilliant.
A breeze brushed her cheek and her hair fluttered like slender wicker. The spirit of the eyes penetrates everyone's heart.
The smile on her lips and the cool breeze lingered in the air, passing through her fingers gently with sweetness and comfort. Perhaps, laughter is her most precious wealth.
White skin brings clarity, indicating that meditation reveals profundity ... white as jade, and long skirts are fluttering and elegant. September 10 people are more respectful.
Half-style hair is wavy like a bun. Oval face, pointed nose, curved eyebrows like willow leaves, watery eyes, free from vulgarity and novelty.
Lips like a snap, white cheeks Feiair red. Hands like onions, waist like water snakes.
Sitting in the grass, dare to ask if the green grass is shy? A flower in an evergreen tree.
6. Parents' love-language appearance action description composition 400 words Parents' love is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents.
The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time. And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness?
My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me the story of the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bombing of the bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me to be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing. ...
What's all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully. Take every day as an example!
Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me.
Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents!
Parental love
The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents.
The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time.
And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain.
There are many kinds of love: father's love, grandfather's love, grandfather's love, aunt's love, classmates' love and friendship ... but what impressed me most was maternal love.
It was on the eve of May Day this year. I felt a dull pain in my stomach during the first class on Friday morning, and I didn't care much. In the third class, the stomachache not only didn't stop, but also sweated back. Halfway through the class, I finally couldn't help throwing up. The teacher saw me and asked me to call my parents and ask them to pick me up. After class, grandma came to pick me up. I threw up again when I got home. I vomited several times in a row and felt very uncomfortable.
At noon, my mother came back from work and saw me lying in bed, pale. She took my temperature and found that I had a high fever. She made a pack of medicine, took an anti-inflammatory medicine for me to eat, tucked me in, and went to work when I fell asleep. In the evening, she urged me to take medicine, tucked me in and let me sleep.
In this way, after a few days, I found that my mother had been very tired these days and her face was very yellow. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer, just laughed it off.
One night, when I got up to go to the toilet, I was surprised to find my mother asleep in the chair beside my bed! I immediately understood why my mother was so tired. It turned out that she had been watching me by the bed, afraid that something would happen to me. What a noble maternal love this is! My heart is very bad, just like breaking a five-flavor bottle. Everything is sweet, sour, spicy and salty. At this moment, my mother woke up. She saw me standing there, quickly carried me to the bed, tucked me in, and repeatedly said, "Be careful of catching cold!" " "Then, I sat in the chair again ... At this time, my heart was very uncomfortable, and two tears fell.
7. My father's composition is 500 words. My father is a person who scares me and likes me.
Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework.
Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up.
After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head.
I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible! Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable.
I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing. Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going.
Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once."
I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a good beating with all my strength.
I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.
Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut.
As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck, you are a fierce Donald Duck."
Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend.
I am both afraid of him and like him. The footsteps of the senior high school entrance examination are getting closer and closer, and the students are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me in a high degree of tension.
But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are bloodshot. I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out.
Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light. The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.
Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch cold. "Oh, it turns out that my father comes home from work at this time every day.
"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy in my eyes ... I closed my eyes a little." In order not to let my father see my bloodshot face, I still kept my head down.
"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? " "Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic. Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! " Father left helplessly and closed the door gently.
But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " ""hmm! " I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply. At this time, my ears suddenly echoed with the words that my father often hangs on his lips: "Don't worry, son, my father works hard to earn money, no matter what, it will provide you with education." "
Holding hot tea in my hand, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of care and comfort from my father 62616964757a68696416fe59b9e7ad943133333336365, tears could not help flowing down. The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.
How can I let my father down by drinking this kind of strong tea with father's love? My father said that "only my mother is good in the world", and I think my father is no exception. Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears.
Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.
My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain.
Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked.
Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain.
After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.
When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." .
When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here.
Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future. My father is such a person.
Think less about yourself and more about others.
8. A 300-word composition describing the mother's appearance. Who knows how to write? My mother is of medium height, chubby, wearing a pair of short-sighted glasses with red frames, and a few white hairs on her head stand out.
Mom cares about me very much. Once, I got sick. I am weak. I have a bad cough and my cheeks are burning. I think I must be as red as an apple.
My mother came back from work at the tailor's factory and saw that I didn't look as energetic as usual. She quickly touched my forehead with her hand and cried in panic, "Oh, it's so hot!" " Then go to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, my mother lowered her head and asked me, "Are you sad?" When I arrived at the hospital, my lips were very dry and I licked my lips unconsciously. My mother went to see a doctor and poured a cup of hot water from a disposable paper cup.
While blowing hot water, she told me to drink less and get my mouth wet. Be careful not to burn it. It is the doctor's turn to see me.
I whispered, "I'm afraid of injections." My mother said as if pleading with me, "an injection will soon be good, just like an ant bite."
My mother convinced me, and I obediently asked the nurse to give me an injection and take the medicine home to eat. At dinner, my mother specially made egg soup for me.
Under the care of my mother, my cold soon recovered. So, I love my mother.
9. Portrait description 400 words Mother's hand in the world, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands. Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has covered her fingers with cocoon skin and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand. When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy cooking breakfast ... her hands have started to work again: she is busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: she was busy cooking dinner. In the evening, when the moon is high, her mother's hands start to work again: she is busy washing clothes. In short, her mother's hands have been working. Her mother's hands are diligent and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework. I gently put my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember it was very cold in the morning in the middle of winter. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit. I finally raised my feet, but my boots were full of lime. "I can't wear it." I've decided. Another idea: Mom will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it got warmer. The next day, it was warm, and I went to wash my boots. But there are no my boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to other places to find them. As soon as I found the back door, I heard a familiar voice. I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother.