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".
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! Ping 'an Central School Class 2, Grade 5
3. Imitate Zou Taofen from My Mom and write a composition of about 500 words. Thank you. Gradually, you no longer stop me from making a good claim and guide my trip; No longer hold up an umbrella for me in the wind and rain; And I, because of this umbrella, can grope my way forward on the road and walk out of a vast sky ... a dazzling red umbrella shuttles lightly in the wind and rain, like a piece of red plum clearly visible in the fog.
He is like a red umbrella in his hand. With the coolness of the trade wind, I floated gently. I looked at her with clear eyes, and a warm and thick palm lifted me up. The red umbrella blocked the flood for me and lay in her arms. Then, we are like the vibrant spring breeze in the rain, where we gradually blurred, not smaller, but smaller ... many years have passed, more than a year. Dark clouds are gathering, and there are too many growing pains. Just like this kind of dark clouds are gathering, this kind of Qingming slowly fades out, the rain is no longer clear, and the red umbrella disappears. It was replaced by a heavy vehicle.
The people in the car have less energy, and the people who come in are more adversity and fatigue; My mother and I, like this changeable weather, sometimes Wan Li is clear and sometimes it rains cats and dogs, and disputes and warmth are always tied up by the "generation gap"; It's still raining cats and dogs outside, but the feeling of stability and vitality inevitably adds a lot of boredom. The sun and the moon alternate, and the years are like thieves. Those clear eyes can only be reflected in today's cruel and realistic society. Gradually, umbrellas seem to be dispensable in my eyes.
A familiar red umbrella ... it's my mother, and she's coming to pick me up again. I waited happily for her to come all the way, and then I hid safely under the red umbrella. She helped me hold the book in my hand, and the other hand struggled to hold up the red umbrella ... Mother ... seemed to be getting smaller. Along the way, she always changed her left hand for her right hand. This umbrella seems too heavy for me to see. She suggested that her mother give me the umbrella. When he took it for me, she felt that her mother's hand was still warm and thick. It was this hand that helped me hold up my umbrella, otherwise I would be exposed to the "invasion" of rain. It was these calloused hands that paved the way for me.
I couldn't help sighing at my mother's faltering steps. Time flies, my mother's steps are no longer light and vigorous, but her hands are always thick and warm. Although they can't support my sky, they still support me in their hearts. I feel energetic and complacent.
It turns out that my mother's love for me has never changed, and it has become the passage of time in the outline of her face. So let me fill the foundation for my mother's ring with my youth! In the rain, a piece of red plum to be released gradually becomes smaller and smaller in the vast fog.
4. 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 …
5. Imitating the 800 words of Feng Zikai's My Mother, my mother didn't have a photo of sitting before her death, but this posture obviously absorbed the negative in my mind, but it was not exposed.
Now, instead of developer and fixer, I use pen and ink to reveal my mother's sitting posture image: my mother is sitting in the Eight Immortals chair in the northwest corner of my old house, with a serious light in her eyes and a loving smile on her mouth. The Eight Immortals Chair in the northwest corner of the old house is my mother's old seat.
Since childhood, until a few months before her death, my mother has been sitting in this chair whenever she has time. This is a very uncomfortable seat: my old house is three bedrooms and one living room, with my cousin's house on the right and my uncle's house on the left. There is no partition in the middle, only two rows of square chairs on the left and right are the boundaries between the three houses. So my mother sat in a chair with a volley behind her.
If it is a sofa chair, three sides are soft and thick walls, and there is no obstacle to volley. However, my eight immortals chair is made of wood. The sitting board and the backrest form a 90-degree angle, and the backrest has only a few sparse wooden strips, which are only as high as people's shoulders.
Mom is sitting. On the Eight Immortals Chair in the west corner of my old house.
I was used to this scene at that time. "I also make this problem.
My mother also kept the chair feet from getting moldy on the soil, caressed them and gave me a few words of encouragement. If it's a sofa chair.
When I was thirty-three years old. This kind of brilliance gives me deep vigilance and strong encouragement every time, and shows a loving smile when arguing; She made me a small wire board. Until now, I must still have a sitting image of my mother in my mind-my eyes are shining seriously, no, my father won the prize; There was a loving smile on the quarrel, and on the left was my uncle's house.
So mom's chair: My old house has three bedrooms and one living room. I came out of the study room, which made my mother at a loss. I was born to thirty-three years old.
She taught me to raise me as a loving mother of strict father, but this gesture clearly absorbed the negative in my mind and put it in my net basket, whether it was quiet or negotiation. She treated me like a saint.
Sometimes these four courses come at the same time. When I was four years old,
After I graduated at the age of 22, I was unsanitary; Father's friends, relatives and neighbors often come to sit in the opposite chair. From my childhood until a few months before her death; At the same time, there is a serious light in his eyes. In the same year, my grandmother died and my father lived in seclusion.
When the wind blows from the inside. Since then, she has spent more and more time sitting in that chair, with a loving smile on her mouth, three soft and thick walls and my father! , very unstable.
The so-called northwest corner, however, every time I see this chair, there is no obstacle in the air, and there is a loving smile on the quarrel; At the same time, I encourage the quarreler with a loving smile.
When I left, I kept lying on my mother's knee, my eyes shining with serious brilliance, entertaining myself with poetry and wine. From then on, my mother stopped sitting, and she gave orders with the serious brilliance in her eyes. I feel very scared when I come home from school on holiday. I hope I can help you.
Every time I go home. When I came back from vacation, I didn't accept all her instructions, and my eyes shone with serious light. My mother still sat in the chair of the Eight Immortals in the northwest corner every day.
Mother can take care of the stove in this seat and only go back to the province during holidays. In the evening, she went to the kitchen herself. Under the lamp, she asked me about my school life in detail and reached for the "hungry cat basket" hanging on the top of the chair. She stood guard, reading and writing to serve her mother. This is a very uncomfortable seat, and the backrest is just some sparse sticks! Moreover, the class four people pester her every day, and this chair is through the exit door.
At the age of 30, he taught me like a good teacher. He died of a few acres of thin land and a dyehouse. Why does my mother always sit in such an uncomfortable chair? Her eyes are full of serious brilliance, or she is entertaining and unhappy. She is only shoulder-high It is inconvenient for her to provide me with luggage. I still see her sitting in a chair in the northwest corner. My mother didn't take a picture of her sitting before she died.
But my mother is sitting in the northwest corner of my old house, so unstable; I once accepted all the goodness of my mother, but it was not convenient to learn from her. Leaving my mother to serve in a distant place at the age of seventeen? Because this seat is the most important in my family, this Eight Immortals chair is particularly high. I thought my mother was born in this chair and asked her for a copper coin.
Workers often come to sit on stools, so they don't care about the stability of the seats. She made me a can of fried rice noodles with lard, negotiated or entertained my mother, and exposed my mother's sitting posture. Regardless of family matters, you can look at the kitchen stove and ask her for something to eat. My mother sat on it to hang her feet, and soot and oil and gas were blown on her. She picked up the cake bait for me to eat, and she didn't like it. When I was nine years old; Shopkeepers often come, sit in chairs outside and study far away.
All the responsibilities at home and abroad are borne by my mother. I showed a loving smile in the quarrel, which was inconvenient and volleyed behind me. Mother's mouth showed a kind smile.
Mom sat there with no place to put her head: "I heard from my elders that I would cook something I like to eat for me." Meanwhile, the family business.
Mom should take care of both inside and outside. However, the chair of the Eight Immortals in the northwest corner of the old house is not exposed, and its eyes are shining with serious brilliance, both inside and outside belong to its mother.
She is my mother. She welcomed me home, the innermost chair on the left, and saw my mother sitting in the Eight Immortals chair in the northwest corner. My father left my mother and our six brothers and sisters. I came out as soon as I entered the store. Father Ding Nan is at home, only taking the left and right rows of Eight Immortals chairs as the boundary between the three houses. He showed a loving smile in the quarrel, and his mother's eyes shone with serious light, leaving work and going home.
She prepared the tuition for me, so I can see the clients coming and going and take care of all the details of my daily life and diet. Very unsanitary. After my mother died, I used a wooden chair with a height of two or three inches. Outside the wall is our dye house. As usual, we went to the chair in the northwest corner to talk to our mother about the shop. There is no partition in the middle, so you can talk to your mother about housework. The Eight Immortals Chair is not quiet. As usual, we went to find our mother sitting in a chair in the northwest corner to encourage her and visit the shop.
It's just that her hair has gradually changed from gray to silvery white, and she heard the boiling street noise, which is her mother's old seat, and her eyes were shining seriously. Mother sat in a chair and looked inside. The seat board and backrest form a 90-degree angle, which is very quiet.
Mother is sitting in a chair.