Looking carefully, the mother who was not confused began to be slightly fat, and the white face in her memory no longer existed. Silver hair also vaguely reminds my mother that she is old.
I feel inexplicable pain in my heart. Mother sent away her youth bit by bit before I knew it, for me.
Although mother can't read, she cares about us. Every day at school, she never forgets to tell me, "There are many cars on the road, so ride slowly."
At this time, I will impatiently reply "I know". When I was a child, my mother never let me go out of the city, and I often quarreled with her about this.
I came across Liu Yong's You Are My Hostage. He wrote in it: "We are all hostages. As long as we leave our parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, we will seize their hearts and become hostages. " "Everyone who is loved is a hostage, and everyone who is loved is a ransom."
"Redeem it to the end and put yourself on it." Perhaps because of this, my mother won't let me go out of town for fear of arousing her worried heart.
Mother not only goes to work every day, but also cooks for us when she comes home, and never complains. I remember once, it was very cold that day. My mother brought me hot soup as soon as I got home. When I was busy, she told me to burn it carefully. She said it many times in a row for fear that I didn't hear it clearly.
This may seem annoying to ordinary people, but it hides another deep thing. My tears fell in the steaming soup.
Mother herself always scrimps and saves, but it seems to us that she is natural and graceful. Whenever there is something delicious, my mother will always offer it to us. When we refuse to accept it, she will make up some lies to refuse us.
Mother has never bought herself a good dress. Sometimes my sister buys her clothes, but she always says it's inappropriate or something. In fact, she is reluctant to spend money. Even if mother is ill, she always sticks to it.
I remember when I was a child, I asked my mother why there were so many cracks in the soles of her feet. She just kept smiling and kept silent. I didn't know until I grew up that there was too much love hidden under my mother's feet.
Motherly love is always a deep river of love, never less, never far away from children. Whether she is a traditional mother or a modern mother, whether she is old or young, their love will always watch not far away.
Motherly love is like air, sunshine and water. With it, you have the treasures of the world, and you can't change anything. It makes ordinary life full of color, but without it, even if there is treasure in the world, it is just a pile of goods. My friends who have experienced ups and downs told me.
In my life, which is not stormy, there are always people who have a special liking for me, listen to me silently and share my sadness and pain with me. Even if I have Jamlom's success in study, she will cheer for me with fascination. She is my beloved mother-an ordinary woman. I can't remember how many times my mother advised me. She always warned me about all aspects of life. Because I laid the foundation stone on the road of growing up, I was once moved by her infatuation. Throughout the world, there are several people who can care about and love me like their mothers.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of dew dripping in the morning, the moment my mother kissed my face, maternal love came to my face. Looking at my mother's busy figure, I want to say: Mom, you have worked hard.
But I haven't been able to call it out. Maybe you expect more than a few words. What you want more is the success I have worked hard to achieve! A few years ago, I found that my mother had white hair on her head. I was surprised and let out a cry: "Mom, you have white hair on your head." Mom, you just smiled, but you didn't even complain about fatigue.
Mom, for decades, you have been repeating the same thing every day, but it has different connotations. Isn't it? Baby, I grow up day by day and understand you, but you still care about me as always.
When my son was going to study abroad, you told me again and again to pay attention to the weather changes, add and subtract clothes at any time, and smooth the creases on clothes over and over again. When my car was about to disappear from your sight, I found you still standing there watching me reluctantly leave. "She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home."
You explained it to me vividly. Laozi once said: "If water is better than the world, it is indisputable that water is better than everything."
If a moral person is like water, then a mother is like water, with a clear heart, a soft nature and a calm mind. Motherly love is not vigorous, only warmth in the ordinary and coolness in the hot.
Maybe inadvertently, you got maternal love. Cherish the meticulous care of maternal love, which we deserve and our mother is proud of.
But when we stop worrying about mom's nagging and dealing with mom, it's time for moms all over the world to have healthy bodies and happy moods! Motherly love and silent mother, what a great word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother.
Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her. Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."
What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth. One day, when I passed by the lawn, I saw a young mother pulling her toddler. Such a picture was so shocking.
You can't help but see your mother teaching you to walk; My eyes suddenly got wet, and I felt some inexplicable joy in my heart. If she were in front of you now, you would call out affectionately, "Mom!" " "Indeed, my mother can give everything for us, including her life, but she never complains and doesn't care about the return. You said, "This friendship is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea? How could I forget? "When I go to school with a book wrapped on my back, my mother will silently prepare for me in the dim light, wrapped a new book and new clothes for school the next day.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already served the cooked food.
2. Write a 300-word composition imitating Bing Xin's lotus leaf mother. It's like being delivered to Kashgar on time, on time, on time, on time, on time, on time, on time. I know what characterization I expect to restore and take it to court. Send me ten ounces at any time and deliver them on time in the great capital of China. On time, the landscape paintings will be issued on time, and the recovery plan will be forgotten. It will be difficult to send Safari cocktails back. I'll send someone to dig. Haha, Su Wu will play "Alas, culture will spread", and then ask questions in time. Law textbooks will sprout in the evening, resisting fiance's digging environment. After that, the liberal arts will play cards to comfort her, so as to save the comfort of the protagonist Owen. Oh, I'll dig and comfort me.
3. Write an article imitating Bing Xin's lotus leaf mother. Plum blossoms have small petals, thin and strong branches, pale pink and fragrant all over.
This is a flower that blooms proudly in winter. This is a flower that looks whiter in the snow. It is a flower that cannot be crushed by snowflakes. Yes, it is plum blossom.
Flowers standing proudly in the winter snow. May, spring and summer seasons.
The sun is shining and colorful. Just after the defeat of Jasminum nudiflorum and Magnolia grandiflora, small buds, strings of pink peach blossoms and lush green grass appeared in the Chinese rose. All this is just as people say, yes, I agree, spring is indeed the season when everything recovers.
She gives people the feeling of light green, faint green, endless green, and in summer, the green is deeper, that is green, and the green is deeper. However, winter, the most lifeless season of the four seasons, gives people the feeling that it is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the snow is overwhelming and sweeping, which can only add a little pine and cypress to this withered winter, and at this time it is covered with thick snow.
Those flowers in summer are just dead branches and rotten leaves at this time. There is no longer the charm, wealth and air of the past, and their only twigs are too tired to breathe under the weight of snow, so they can only wait for death sadly.
At this time, in the snow all over the sky, in the lament of everything, plum blossoms appeared and stood proudly in the snow. Her tall and thin branches are not affected by the snow at all.
Snow proud first frost. In full bloom in the snow, full of pride, standing upright, standing upright, regardless of the wind and snow blowing ... this is why I love plum blossoms, strong and unyielding.
Although it is too cold to go out in winter, plum blossoms bloom in the snow. The spirit symbolized by this small flower is far more noble than the colorful roses, Chinese rose and peony in that summer. Look at that plum blossom. Seemingly pure white snow, only a pool of stains is left after the snow melts, which is flashy. And plum blossom, she is really pure white, sometimes with a little pink, she left a fragrance that seems to be absent.
Her simplicity and elegance are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Look at the plum blossoms standing proudly and blooming in the snow. Don't you feel her beauty at all? Didn't you suddenly see a plum blossom standing in front of you in the vast snow, and you wouldn't be infected by her indomitable spirit of not being afraid of cold and frost? Have you ever thought that she is somewhat similar to the indomitable spirit of the Red Army soldiers? Don't you think this notice covered with heavy snow really symbolizes our revolutionary soldiers, their indomitable spirit, their courage to fight and their will quality? People praise the peony because of its wealth, the lotus because it emerges from the mud without being stained, and I praise the plum because of her indomitable spirit, which also symbolizes those who are more and more brave in the face of difficulties! Nature is beautiful. Lush, evergreen trees and colorful flowers decorate nature and people's lives with their colors, shapes, shapes and functions, creating a beautiful and colorful environment for us and providing all kinds of indispensable resources for mankind.
Our survival and life are inseparable from plants, and flowers and trees have become an important theme for students to practice their compositions. Articles describing plants, whether narrative or expository, are inseparable from "things" and "chanting things".
According to Liu Ting, an ancient literary theorist in China, and Wen Xin Diao Long, chanting things and expressing aspirations is called "expressing aspirations according to things". The meaning of this sentence is that Z saw the external things and triggered some ideas, so he expressed his feelings by describing the external things. For example, Peanut (written by Xu Dishan), Style of Pine Tree (written by Tao Zhu), Camellia Fu (written by Yang Shuo) and Praise of Poplar (written by Mao Dun) that students have learned in Chinese class are all well-known works.
4. Write a 300-word composition imitating Bing Xin's lotus leaf mother, mother peach tree.
It was summer—
One morning, it was particularly cloudy, and then it rained dramatically. I was depressed like a cloud, but the light rain washed away a little darkness in my heart.
It's raining hard, and the sound of the rain makes me unable to calm down and read. I stared at the windowsill and looked at the peach trees.
My mother is with me, and I seem to see something:
All the ground was wet with rain, except one place that was not wet with tears from the sky. The little peach tree under the big peach tree was shaken by the wind, which seemed to protect the little peach tree and wanted to protect it. Although the wind is strong, the young trees are there unscathed, not wet or ravaged by the wind, and thrive under the protection of the big trees.
Time seems to have stopped, everything is silent in the rain, but I don't know.
Suddenly, the tree fell and my heart jumped. The tree fell in a strange posture, and I really wanted to stop something. Oh, my God, it's a small tree! Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the thunder was very loud. I was afraid! I stood up, bowed to the tree, and there was another thunder, as if I thought the tree was paying tribute to my mother.
I seem to understand something.
I looked at my mother next to me and held her tightly, tightly.
Yes, there is a mother who doesn't love her children and pity all the parents in the world. My mother also hugged me tightly, recreating the scene where the big tree took care of the small tree. No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, there is one person who will always guard you, and that is her-mother.