When we were young, if we were naughty, my mother would say, "You are obedient and I will tell you a story." I can't remember how many nights we fell asleep in my mother's wonderful story.
The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. One summer night, under the bright starry sky, the family was lying on the straw mat in the yard to enjoy the cool. Facing the stars in the sky, my mother pointed to the Milky Way and told us that the star was Vega, and the three stars opposite the Milky Way were Cowherd, who was carrying a pole. Cowherd's children were put in the basket of the pole in tandem.
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? When we were young, we were curious and repeatedly asked our mother how the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met and how they flew into the sky and became stars. So my mother told us the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl vividly, telling us how they met, fell in love, were forced to separate, and how they met at Queqiao every year on Tanabata night: Cowherd was a child with bad debts.
Cowherd's parents died when he was very young, and Cowherd and his brother lived alone. Originally, the two brothers loved each other, but since my brother married my sister-in-law and her sister-in-law became a family, the situation is completely different. Cowherd is called by his sister-in-law to herd cattle, eat leftovers and wear patched clothes every day. It's miserable, but it's still light.
Watching Cowherd grow up day by day, my sister-in-law was afraid that Cowherd and her brother would share the property, and she was poisoned: medicine would kill Cowherd! That day, the cowherd, as usual, took the old cow at home to eat grass on the hillside. The relationship between the cowherd and the old cow has always been very good, so good that they all sleep in the cowshed. The old cow finished eating the tender grass beautifully, and the cowherd was ready to take it home. Just then, the old cow suddenly spoke: "Cowherd, your sister-in-law is going to kill you with medicine, so don't eat that white cake today!" " Cowherd got a fright. How can cows talk? After Cowherd came home, my sister-in-law changed her mind and brought a white cake. She said, "Brother, you are tired today. Sister-in-law baked you some white cakes. Eat them! " Cowherd said, "I'd better eat the red cake of sorghum rice."
When the eldest sister-in-law heard this, she got off to a bad start and thought, well, don't be fooled. I'll put rat poison in the red cake tomorrow to see if you eat it! The next day, on the way home, Cowherd said, "Cowherd, your sister-in-law wants to kill you. Don't eat that red cake today! " "Cowherd agreed. When Cowherd came home, his sister-in-law brought red cakes and said, "Brother, don't you like red cakes? Sister-in-law baked you some red cakes, you can eat them! "Cowherd said," I'm tired from work today. I want to eat white cake to make up for it. "
Sister-in-law's second plot was shattered again. Sister-in-law refused to leave it at that, and decided to put rat poison in the white buns.
On the third day, on the way home, Cowherd said, "Cowherd, your sister-in-law wants to kill you. Don't eat that white bun today! " Cowherd agreed. When the Cowherd came home, his sister-in-law brought white steamed bread and said, "Brother, don't you like white cakes? My sister-in-law steamed some white steamed bread for you in different ways, so you can eat it! " Cowherd said, "No, I want to eat sorghum rice red steamed bread today."
She was completely disappointed and decided to put all her eggs in one basket and split up! ! ! On the fourth day, on the way home, Cowherd spoke again: "Cowherd, your sister-in-law is going to be separated from you. You don't want anything, just me! " Cowherd agreed. When Cowherd came home, his sister-in-law greeted him with a big smile and said, "Eldest brother, you look really old. Parents died early, and it's time to separate. If you want anything, just say so. Sister-in-law and brother won't be hard for you! " Cowherd said, "Mule, Malaysia, I don't want it. I just want my old cow and two acres of saline-alkali land. "
Sister-in-law was extremely surprised and thought, big mule, big horse. He doesn't want it! He's crazy! Busy said: "Yes! In the middle! " In this way, the cowherd and his brother and sister-in-law separated and lived alone with the ox.
The days are calm. One summer, when the cowherd was grazing on the hillside with his cattle, it was nearly noon. The cowherd fell asleep under the tree on the hillside. When I woke up, I found that the cow was gone, and the cowherd panicked. He is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.
Suddenly, the cowherd found a piece of cowhide: Isn't this a cow's? ! Cowherd is puzzled. He put the cowhide under a stone and decided to look for a cow. Just then, a beautiful girl came. Cowherd was shocked: Whose girl is so beautiful?
The girl spoke first: "Cowherd, give me back the cowhide." Cowherd knew that this girl was changed by an old cow! Cowherd begged the girl to say, "Be my daughter-in-law. Don't take cowhide. You still look so good! " The girl agreed and they got married.
Later, the girl told Cowherd that she was the youngest daughter of the Queen Mother, and she was named Weaver Girl because of her excellent brocade! Because I saw the kindness of Cowherd and fell in love with him, I became an old cow to accompany him. The cowherd was overjoyed, loved the Weaver Girl more and worked harder. Weavers also work hard to weave, men plow and women weave, and life is also very comfortable.
A few years later, the Weaver Girl gave Cowherd a son and a daughter, and tried to live around her knees, making life better. How many people have I worshipped?
This includes evil sister-in-law. Maybe life is so perfect that even God is jealous.
One day, the cowherd plowed home, and the weaver girl didn't meet him at the door with her children as usual. Cowherd is very strange. He rushed into the house and saw a pair of children crying. Cowherd was frightened: "Where's mom?" Where is your mother? ! ! "The daughter said," Dad, mom was taken away by the bad guys who can fly! "Cowherd listened to, can't help crying. It must have been taken away by the evil queen mother! Cowherd quickly found cowhide, put it on, found a pole and two baskets, and picked up his son and daughter in tandem. As soon as he went out, the cowherd flew under the magic of cowhide. He chased after her and saw from a distance that the child's mother was being held hostage by a group of things that looked like people and monsters. The child also saw her and cried desperately for her. Cowherd held his breath and shouted, Son of a bitch, I'm coming! When I rushed to save the Weaver Girl, the sky was overcast and thunder rumbled, which alarmed the heaven and the king.
2. I listen to my mother telling stories. How to write a composition? I listened to my mother's story 1
When I was a child, my mother often told me stories. What impressed me the most was Roland's "Cabin on the Grassland". I like listening to Indian stories best. The Alsager are a tribe of Indians. What will they do to Roland's father? Roland and their fate? How I want to know quickly! But why did mom suddenly get laryngitis? I absolutely have no stories to listen to today. Looking through picture books alone, I am disappointed. At this time, the door was gently pushed open and my mother came in with a smile. She has a glass of water in her hand and a cabin on the grassland under her arm.
"Mom," I looked up at her eagerly.
"Better." Mother's voice is very light and rustling, just like the sound of a breeze blowing leaves.
"Then you can continue to tell me the story of the cabin? I want to hear it now! Tell it now! " I pleaded eagerly.
Mom smiled and nodded, put down the cup, peeled off a golden voice treasure and put it in her mouth. She sat by the bed, opened her book and spoke softly. Mother speaks very softly and slowly, so she needs to drink water after a few words. It took her twice as long to finish what she could finish in the past ten minutes. I listened carefully. The book says that Arsag people are very friendly to the Roland family. As long as they are not harmed, there will be no Roland family.
I slept soundly the night after the story bath.
Although two or three years have passed, I can read fluently by myself, but I am still grateful when I think of those nights listening to stories! My good mother! 、
3. Zhou Ji's "Listening to Mom's Story" 300 words "Like Bai Lianhua, through the clouds, the evening breeze blew a cheerful song, and we sat next to the high grain pile and listened to my mother telling the past; We sat next to the high grain pile and listened to my mother's stories about the past. " Today, at dinner, my mother told me her past story.
Grandma has five children, and her mother is the fourth. My mother told me that when I was a child, my family's economy was not good, and I had to wear a pair of shoes with my brother and sister in turn. At that time, my grandfather earned money alone, and she could only earn 100 yuan a month to support her family.
At that time, my mother was a very nice person and was a study committee member in the class, but she was laughed at because her family was poor. Once, my mother gave a speech in Congress and picked out a pair of good shoes, one of which showed her big toe. When my mother took the stage to speak, the following people pointed at her and said, "Look at her shabby house!" " .
My mother cried all day and all night, begging my grandfather to buy her a new pair of shoes. "Mom said, her eyes were red, and my eyes were hazy with tears. My mother then said to me, "Your grandfather was so cruel that he borrowed 13 yuan from his neighbor and bought me a new pair of shoes. At that time, the family owed 900 yuan and felt that he could not live.
Later, I went to the third grade, and my family really couldn't support it. I said to your grandmother,' I don't want to study, I want to go out to work!' Your grandmother said, "Even if you sell the iron in the pot, I will provide you with education!" " "In the end, I dropped out of school and went to a technical school. I asked my mother, "Why did you go to a technical school?" Mom said meaningfully, "just to graduate quickly and go out to work quickly, so as to earn money!" " I nodded and bowed my head obsessively.
Mom said, "Later, I went to your father's office. At first, I earned 1 10 yuan and gave it to your grandmother. Later, it went up a little. I bid 130 yuan, so I gave it to your grandmother. " "I listened to my mother's story and thought of us. The previous clothes were worn by sisters in turn. Now, our clothes are cabinets; In the past, I was reluctant to spend even one yuan. Now it's ten dollars and twenty dollars every time, and I never take it seriously.
We must form the good habit of thrift. Money is hard earned. Don't spend money recklessly. Thrift begins with life.
4. I listen to my mother tell stories 150 I listen to my mother tell stories 1 When I was a child, my mother often told me stories.
What impressed me the most was that my mother told me about Roland's "cabin on the prairie" I like listening to Indian stories best. The Alsager are a tribe of Indians. What will they do to Roland's father? Roland and their fate? How I want to know quickly! But why did mom suddenly get laryngitis? I'm sure I have no stories to hear today. Looking through picture books alone, I am disappointed. At this time, the door was gently pushed open and my mother came in with a smile. She has a glass of water in her hand and a cabin on the grassland under her arm.
"Mom, are you better?" I looked up at her eagerly. "Better."
Mother's voice is soft and rustling, just like the sound of a breeze blowing leaves. "Then you can continue to tell me the story of the cabin? I want to hear it now! Tell it now! " I asked eagerly.
Mother smiled and nodded, put down her glass, peeled off a golden voice treasure and put it in her mouth. She sat by the bed, opened her book and spoke softly. Mom speaks very softly and slowly. If she can't say a few words, she needs a drink of water. It took her twice as long to suppress what Paquet said in the past ten minutes.
I listened carefully. The book says that Arsag people are very friendly to the Roland family. As long as the Roland family doesn't hurt them, there will be no trouble. My hanging heart for the Roland family finally fell.
I slept soundly the night after the story bath. Although two or three years have passed, I can read fluently by myself, but I am still grateful when I think of those nights listening to stories! Thank you, my good mother! 、。
5. When I was a child, I listened to my mother's story composition, "People are strangers in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives more every festive season". Mother's Day is coming, but I am very helpless when I am studying in a foreign land. But I can't wait for my mother who brought me up with hard work, and I can't wait for my mother to wash her silver hair abandoned by years.
At this point, it is near dusk. It's raining cats and dogs outside the window, and the deafening thunder is endless, and lightning has pierced the sky. At this time, the weather is like my mood I am full of thoughts, thinking of my distant relatives and my great mother. I dialed the telephone, and there was only a beep on the phone, but there was no response. I am in a hurry. Why can't I get through? Did mom change her number? While I was still thinking deeply, the familiar voice interrupted my train of thought: "Happy holidays, mom." Mother thanked me, and her voice was more vicissitudes than before. I seem to see another wrinkle on her face. It's windy outside, and I quietly listen to my mother talking about my childhood.
"Wei, do you remember when you were a child, you were naughty and willful? No matter what your mother teaches you and says about you, you are indifferent. Whenever I play basketball with my friends, I get dirty as soon as I come back, and I take a bath for free with sweat on my body. You have no good temper and say to your mother, "You want a cold drink. "I don't agree with you, but you are more embarrassed with me. In fact, mom is also for your health. Later, you went to your menstrual home for a few days to avoid me. Apologize to your mother as soon as you come back. This is the most amazing thing you have ever given me. You were silent for a while. Ask me: "mom, am I a bad boy?" Will you love me and hurt me as before? "Silly child, you will always be mother's' baby'. No matter what you do wrong, no one can change our mother-child relationship. "
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and it has been raining. Only my mother and I can't finish talking in this dormitory, which adds a little warmth to this storm.
Time can wash away any of my memories, but it can't wash away my thoughts of my mother.
6. When I was a child, I listened to my mother's story-telling composition. Looking back on these eleven years, the person who had the greatest influence on me was undoubtedly my mother.
My mother is no different from ordinary people, but what affects me the most is her tolerance, understanding, openness and silent love.
Since I was just sensible, she often said to me, "Mom wants you to be happy all your life. Learning how to survive is not the whole of life. I hope you learn to enjoy life. " Although I didn't quite understand what my mother meant at that time, now I find that she has been working hard for it. Since I was very young, my mother has been deliberately cultivating my reading habits. From the beginning, she read and I listened, and now I tell her about my reading experience, from which I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride. Therefore, learning is happy for me.
For my hobbies, my mother never interferes, and I am naturally very happy to study through the interest class I choose. She also chose sports for me that I am not good at to temper my will and give me the courage to face setbacks and failures. What surprised me most was that my mother asked me to learn Latin dance. At first, I felt very depressed. But now I understand what it means to enjoy life. When I stand on the stage like a star, I want to say to my mother, "Mom, thank you for giving me a stage to show myself."
Many parents think that their children are "pro-Zhu Zhechi, and those who get close to Mexico are black", so they don't let their children associate with students with poor grades, but their mothers don't agree with this view. She thinks that since people who are close to "ink" will be black, why not let others be close to "Zhu" and become red? She is very much in favor of my association with the "problem" children in my class and expresses great appreciation for my help and encouragement to them. In the fourth grade, there was a particularly naughty classmate in our class. He regards me as his only intimate friend and tells me the truth. With my sincere help and encouragement, he has made great progress, which makes me very pleased. Mom always said that learning is our own business, and each of us should be responsible for what we do. So she cares about my study process, but she doesn't care about my exam results. My mother won't reward me easily because I did well in the exam. If I fail in the exam, she will encourage me and help me analyze the reasons. When I am depressed because of failure, she will gently touch my head and say, "Son, failure once or twice doesn't mean failure forever. Mom believes that you will be better tomorrow than today. " Her words, like a ray of warm sunshine, melted the melancholy in my heart and allowed me to face any setbacks with a normal heart.
Many students in my class like to visit my home, and their feelings can be summed up in one sentence-"Your mother is so enthusiastic!" As everyone said, any classmate, regardless of his grades or family background, is equally hospitable. What she did made me feel that my friend enjoyed the same treatment as her friend. My mother's words and deeds and actions have educated me and taught me to be tolerant, understanding, broad-minded and considerate of others.
In my life, my mother has always been my closest and favorite person, asking me questions and warming me up. She has done so much for me, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is! It is this love that has given me so many things that I cannot forget.
My mother, like a loyal navigator, set the right course for my life boat. At the same time, she let me stand the test of rainstorm and storm, tempered my will, and enabled me to fly freely in the vast sea. Motherly love is like a mountain, like the sea. There are thousands of waters in Qian Shan, but it can't compare with her love for me.
If I learn a little care and gratitude, and learn a little confidence and persistence in getting along with others, I will thank the person who has the greatest influence on me in my life-my mother.
7. Listening to Mom Telling Childhood Stories Listening to Mom Telling Childhood Stories Our children now have a warm, happy and fulfilling childhood. What was our mother's childhood like? Have you ever thought about it? Hard and happy? If you want to know the answer, please talk to our mother.
My mother once told me that in hot summer, cicadas kept calling in the tree: "cicadas, cicadas …" Dogs stuck out their tongues all day, and chickens hung their wings and hid in the corner to enjoy the cool. My mother has been working in the field, unlike us sitting in the room eating popsicles and watching TV.
It was almost seven o'clock in the evening when my mother came back from the field. When I get home, I have to help her mother cook, and I can't rest for a moment.
There are few dishes and almost no meat for dinner, but we eat big fish and big meat. After dinner, mother will clear the table, wash dishes and wash chopsticks. She can't rest until eight or nine o'clock, go to bed after ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and endure mosquito bites.
Get up at five o'clock in the morning to cook, and then walk to school by yourself. It's several kilometers from home to school, so I eat my own food at noon.
My mother is going to work in other people's homes on weekends, and she doesn't earn much money for a day. My mother graduated from the fifth grade because the family had no money to send her to school.
When my mother is free, she will find some friends, go to open places to play with mud and build castles. Sometimes, I go to the fields to catch crickets and play cricket with my friends. Sometimes I play some games, such as playing house, throwing handkerchiefs, simulating war and so on. The most interesting thing is that once, they played hide-and-seek in an empty place.
A little boy catches it, while others hide it. Mother had a brainwave and put her straw hat on a stake to disguise it. Below the stake is a paddy field.
The little boy thought his mother was hiding there and reached for it. She accidentally slipped and fell into the ground, covered in mud. Everyone laughed.
My mother's childhood was both bitter and sweet. Our childhood is much better than my mother's. We must study harder and never let my mother down.
8. We should write a composition "Listening to Mom's past". The topic is very simple, that is, you can write about maternal love or some mud mother spirit. But don't write too much, just focus on one writing method, otherwise it will become unfocused and the composition will be worthless. When writing this kind of composition, don't just tell his story, just describe the environment or mother's manner, or write your conversation with her ~ I can write you the reason for telling the story, and then slowly filter it down to get the story content. This is the middle part of the first paragraph, which is what I just said. Describe or talk, play by yourself. The ending is the realization of the sentiment, but also the focus, for example. (After many reasons). I didn't expect my mother to have such a valuable spiritual quality. I hope I can help you. This is also the structure of writing a narrative composition, not just this composition.