Mother is one of thousands of ordinary women in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. She hasn't studied all day and doesn't know a word.
But her loving eyes and rough hands have given me countless warmth and care. My family was poor when I was young.
I vaguely remember my mother getting up early every day. Besides cooking steaming food for my father and me, she also pushed the tattered garbage truck across the street. But she loves me very much.
She used up every drop of her sweet milk and every love and fed my mouth that Zhang Yongyuan asked her for. When I was a child, I always liked to follow her, help her pick up garbage and hit her sour and swollen back.
Occasionally, I will see a relieved smile on my mother's face after hard work. Mother touched my dirty and black nose with her hand. Tease me: "Like a stupid bear"! So, I giggled.
When picking up garbage, my mother taught me to sing nursery rhymes: "White rabbit, ears pricked up …" Other children ignored me and didn't want to play with me. They scolded me, patted me on the head and shouted, "Garbage girl! Garbage girl! At this moment, I saw a trace of sadness in my mother's eyes. She hugged me very sourly, and wait for a while stood still for a long time ... As the years passed, I grew up day by day. At the same time, my vanity is also growing, so after eating the rice cooked by my mother and putting on the warm clothes sewn by my mother, I began to hate her. I hate that she is always a garbage collector, and I hate the shame she brings me.
I began to lose my temper with my mother for no reason. However, when my mother endured pain and bitterness, she still comforted me with her tireless smile and raised me with her endless love.
She put up with all my irrationality. I forgot to bring my meal to school that day, so I was afraid that my mother would bring it to me.
But the fear finally happened. My mother came, wearing that dark blue dress.
She inquired about my whereabouts everywhere on campus. Finally, she found me and handed me a hot meal.
However, I clearly heard the students talking softly, and sometimes they gave out harsh laughter! I hate it. I can't take it anymore. I turned around and ran like crazy. I wanted to find a place to hide, but when I turned around and saw my mother's sad eyes, I regretted it.
I know how much pain I have caused my mother, and I actually repay her care and love in this way! Mom, forgive me, forgive me everything! I cried sadly ... after school that day, I came to a familiar street. My mother is still picking up garbage there as usual.
I couldn't hold back my feelings and ran up quickly. Hug her tightly and shout loudly again and again: "Mom! I'm sorry! I'm sorry … that's my daughter's fault! Mother stroked my head with her rough and warm hands.
Just like when I was a kid. I said to myself, "White rabbit, white, ears pricked up ...".
2. Write a composition "My Mother" 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 afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan 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 and said to herself, "Huh? 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 are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
Write a composition like my mother. I love my mother. I love my mother. We can hear these two words every day. When I think of this word, I think of the sacredness of maternal love.
My mother, she has a chubby figure and a square face. I think this is what makes my mother special! My mother worked hard day and night for this family, and there were many wrinkles on her face. There must be bitterness in it and my mother's selfless love for me. My mother has been pregnant with me for more than ten months. So be sure to repay your mother, study hard and make progress every day.
I remember the last mid-term exam. Usually I got more than 80 points, but I got more than 90 points. I took the test paper and went home happily. My mother thought, oh, how many points can my old girl get this time? When I stepped on the threshold, I saw a smile on my face, and my mother was thinking: My daughter must have done well in the exam this time, and my mother smiled with relief. My mother gets up at 4 o'clock every morning to wash and cook for me. My mother works in the wind and rain every day. Mom, you have worked hard! Mother is like the dew of pearls, and I am like the grass under the sunshine and rain; Mother is like an endless sea, and I am like a small animal at the bottom of the sea; Mother is like a flowing stream, and I am like a happy little fish; Mother is like a leafy tree, and I am like a leaflet that just spit out a bud; My mother is like a big umbrella against the wind and rain, and I am like a little girl standing under the umbrella.
In short, my mother gave me life, love and too much! Having said that, I can't help thinking of Meng Jiao's stray song: thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body.
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?
Isn't this song a compliment to great maternal love? So is my mother. Although she can be strict with me sometimes, it's all for my own good. Happiness is a beautiful word. From ancient times to the present, many people are struggling to pursue and want.
But what is happiness, people's understanding is different: some people think that Chinese New Year is happiness; Some people think that wearing beautiful clothes is happiness with piles of lucky money given by their elders.
But I don't think so. I feel that we must work hard, and the success that comes back from labor is happiness. On your own, don't rely too much on your mother. Mom, you are my umbrella, the vast sea, a strong tree and crystal dew. Mom, I sincerely say five words to you, Mom, I love you! Class 2, Grade 5, Ping 'an Central School.
My teacher imitates this composition, and my mother imitates this composition. My mother "is how warm your eyes are, which taught me to keep looking forward and told me not to give up when I fell ..." Ka Kui Wong's "I really love you" echoed in my ears.
Today, while doing my homework, I heard something from my friends-today is Mother's Day! I just remembered that Mother's Day is coming again! In retrospect, I was fourteen years old. I thought I was just a baby in my mother's arms, but now I am a grateful girl. Fourteen years, fourteen years, it was my mother who grew up with me, taught me to toddler and taught me to learn a language; It is my mother who has always given me infinite encouragement, so I have today's confidence and achievements.
Even if I write my homework late every day, I won't feel bored, but I have more confidence in the future, because I know that there are a pair of warm eyes looking at me not far away, and their eyes are full of tenderness. Once young, I didn't understand the greatness of maternal love.
Always talking back to my mother, thinking that what she did was right and wrong, which always made her angry. In retrospect, it was all my fault! I really want to say to my mother: mom, I'm sorry! But no matter how many times I say it, I can't express my inner guilt! Today, when I was combing my mother's hair, I looked at the dazzling white hair on my mother's head and tears slipped across my face.
Mom, I'm sorry I worried you so much. Mom, I will be a good boy and your good daughter in the future! Now, my mother is still with us. We should feel this forgotten maternal love and stay with our mother. Don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it.
5. Write a 700-word composition with "My Mom". There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that you can freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... This person is called "Mom", and this kind of love is called "maternal love"! May 13 is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and commendation for mother, which reminds us to always remember: be grateful to mother. We are grateful for the life experience she gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, and we are grateful; We are grateful to our mother for her education and enlightenment, which enabled us to gain knowledge and strength; There are always difficulties and twists and turns in our life. It is mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful. Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of one's love, conscience, kindness, sense of responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love for teachers and classmates, and no respect for the country will assume his company in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others devote himself to building the motherland tomorrow? There is a touching little boy washing his mother's feet in the advertisement, but in real life, is it possible for every child to do it? "A drop of water pays off when a spring pours back." We may sometimes cling to a stranger's little concern, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, feel that she is nagging, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, my mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten us and give us support and encouragement. Our mother is pure as jade and exquisite as ivory carving. The life watered by maternal love is full of pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, sincerely face her harshness and experience her sunny inner world ... Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthdays of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, beat her back hard, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile! On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations and a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make your mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother more consideration and care, make our mother and our family full of happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth! Here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of children is the hope of mother's rebirth; The child's failure is the mother's sour tears; A child's success is a mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious and carefree.
6. Write an article imitating my mother. 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 coming home. But how much love has an inch of grass won? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother! I don't remember what my mother was like when I was an urchin. When her image entered my mind deeply, she seemed to be no longer young.
I counted the wrinkles that climbed relentlessly on my mother's forehead, the silver lines that my mother had been dyed white by years and hidden in her black hair, and the lines on my mother's hands that had become rough due to hard work. I have been speechless-what words in this world can express my feelings at this time! In the morning, when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother always looks at me affectionately. When I go to the door, she always rushes back to the kitchen to get me a breakfast and advises me to eat more, even if it's just a bite. She always watches me go out, and then tells me at the door, "Be careful on the road!" I can't remember how many such mornings there are, so I spent more than ten years! Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? I remember a story about a young man who was seriously ill. The doctor told him that he needed to be treated with his mother's heart. Young people can't stand it. Hearing this, the mother resolutely cut open the heart and told him to take it and go to a doctor for treatment.
The young man ran to the hospital with his mother's heart in his arms, but fell on the rugged road. The falling heart sends out a gentle and concerned voice: "Son, are you hurt?" This is a touching story that makes people marvel at the greatness of their mother. The word "mother" is often the first sentence a person will say, but does mother only give you life? Did she just raise you? Is she just someone you can talk to when you are in pain and share when you are happy? Don't! The mother who resolutely gave up her heart to treat her son has fully explained this point. Please look at the story in real life again: in a big earthquake, the young mother bent her body into an arch, stood against the collapsed roof and put her young son on her chest.
When people found the mother and son, the great mother had stopped breathing, and her child was tied in her arched arms and dying. This is mom! She separated the child from the terrible world with her own body. In that case, she still did not forget to give the child a comfortable hug. She traded her life for the child's life, but there was no regret on her face.
This is mom! I think, if there is a god in heaven, when the mother learns that her child is safe and sound, she will be relieved and happy with laughter. She will never complain and never regret.
This is mom! Let's take a look at the crow's feet that mom gradually climbed up the corner of her eye. It was the vicissitudes of time that took away my mother's youth. Let's hold mother's cocoon-covered hand, which is a pair of hands that mother pulled us to grow up; Looking at the mother's haggard face, it is a testimony to the efforts for the growth of children! There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... this person is called "mom"; This kind of love is called "maternal love".
7. Rewrite the composition My Mom 1. My mother My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose.
My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood.
I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday.
Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition.
My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world.
On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.
I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.
Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.
Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.
Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
2. My mother My mother is a doctor in a hospital. She is tall and has short black hair.
There are a pair of bright eyes under the curved eyebrows. A pair of glasses hung on the high bridge of the nose.
Mother likes helping others best. As soon as she answers the phone, she will go out to see the patient and start working. Do you know why my mother likes to help others? Let me tell you something! It turns out that my grandparents all have patients, and patients need help from others. So as soon as my mother received the call from the patient, she immediately found a car to go to the scene. If some patients lose their temper, my mother still patiently explains the treatment.
This is a very hard job. However, due to my mother's efforts, more and more patients are looking for her! I also learned the morality of being a man from my mother's behavior, starting from small things and helping others.
Mom really loves me! I remember I had a fever when I was five years old. During the ten days I went to the hospital, my mother always helped me cook and fed me water. He often sits next to me at night and helps me turn over.
She often touches my head and says with concern, "Yue Yue, you are a strong child. You have to hold on. " She also told me stories and played chess with me, which distracted my attention and relieved my pain.
I always cry at this time. My mother is very hardworking.
Get up before dawn every day and make breakfast for my father and me. Almost all the housework is done by her.
Besides going to work, everyone can see her busy figure. My mother is not only diligent, but also very concerned about my study.
She often helps me check my homework and patiently explains to me when there are mistakes. When there is no school equipment, she always tries her best to help me find it. I remember once saying to my mother, "I need a red pen to correct my homework." Can you help me find one? " My mother promised at once and soon brought me a red pen.
I think being a mother's daughter is really happy! 3. my mother I love my mother. Because you brought me into this beautiful world.
It was you who gave me a warm "angel" when I was sick. It's you, the clown who makes me laugh when I'm unhappy.
It's you who always advised me to find the right "guide" when I was about to do something bad. It's you ... I remember once, I had a high fever at three in the morning.
I can't sleep with a high fever. You are nervous and out of control. Regardless of the strong wind outside, you just put on a fur coat, rushed out of the house and hurried to the 24-hour clinic.
Buy me antipyretic patches and antipyretics. Then I ran back, afraid of burning worse.
When I get home, you gently put a fever-reducing sticker on me. Then he brought me a cup of boiled water and advised me to take medicine.
At that time, I still stubbornly said: "I don't take medicine, I want to sleep!" " You are so annoying! Mom didn't get angry. She said seriously, "Eat it and go to bed, okay?" "I replied impatiently," all right! "Then, I obediently took the medicine. After careful nursing by my mother, my illness soon recovered.
I love my mother. My mother's selfless love for me will never be forgotten.
I will live up to my mother's expectations, study hard and repay your kindness in the future. 4. My mother is Mother's Day today. Let me talk about my mother. She is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, and has a high nose. I like watching her smile best, because she always has a smile on her face and a small dimple when she smiles. It is very beautiful.
My mother is a little grumpy, sincere to people and never haggle over every ounce. In order to experience my mother's "life" at home at ordinary times, I decided to follow my mother to the market early to buy food and visit the market. I found that my mother bargained with others to buy food, which showed that my mother was trying to save a piece.
8. How to write mother (composition) [Imitate (my mother)] Mother is the sun in my heart, the sun forever! I can't forget, when the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the barren land, wisps of light green sunshine dyed the mother and the earth into a golden light wheel, and the mother's thin cheeks turned red quietly, and the wrinkles on her face vividly portrayed the sun in the child's heart.
I always describe my mother vividly in sweet dreams! How many ups and downs, cold wind and frost and snow. Mother, at the fork in the road of life, always pulls me onto the muddy and prickly path-although I stumble, I still move on.
I once fell on the uneven dirt road, mom, never used those bony big hands to help me get up, always let me get up by myself! My mother is always happy when I climb by myself. "Be brave, son, fall down, get up, walk, and then …" So my mother shaped my ring for more than ten years into a flower.
From then on, mother is no longer imminent-because we all deserve the bright sun in our hearts! Now, my mother is old, but she still shows her remaining afterglow to the fullest and bathes that love in us heartily. An old mother hides her sadness, just like a seed that doesn't germinate after a bumper harvest.
Accompanied by a series of footsteps, my mother sent us up the winding mountain road again. He blessed us and deeply planted hope in our footprints.
Love, a brilliant prosperity, a warm and bright lamp. I love my mother and I remember everything she gave me.
I love my mother, and I try to decorate her only season with my own brilliance. I love my mother deeply.
Thank my mother for raising the sail for my bumpy life! I love my mother deeply! In this life, my mother is the eternal sun in my heart! Thank mother, forever … forever …
9. Imitate Hu Shi's "My Mother" to describe the mother, which is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor that nourishes our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart. Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at their mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, and that was my mother working hard. I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Looking back carefully, when did I lose my mother in my life? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely, weak and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me a warm and loving breath. Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. At noon, my mother heard about it, rushed to school without even having lunch, and went to see a doctor behind my back. Then my mother asked for leave to accompany me in the hospital. I was sad to see my mother at that time, and I don't know why. Another time, I felt a little sad. My parents and I bought a big watermelon. I didn't eat when I got home, and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. But she eats more seeds and the pulp is not very sweet. But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I always have a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother. She doesn't want to scold her son either, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Maternal love is the greatest love. Children are flowers watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth is inseparable from every drop of their mothers' love. The mother has been escorting her children all her life and silently guiding them behind her. Can we repay their love? As "Ode to a Wanderer" said, "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, I got three rays of spring.