Thanks to mother
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her 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 little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness.
When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.
I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud. Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finished my homework did my mother ask me to help her with the housework.
Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6. Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I should be able to have fun without playing the piano. Mom was very angry when she learned about this and began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? ..... "After listening to my mother, I will never be naughty again. After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant.
There are countless things that my mother nags, sometimes because I am playful, sometimes because my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes because my exam results are not ideal ... but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for nagging, because this nagging has made me who I am today.
My mother cares for me in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring is kind to the grass. I can never repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea!
I have a smart and gentle mother. She has short black hair, a pair of big eyes embedded under her eyebrows like moon buds, a straight nose, a small talking cherry mouth and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. She washes my clothes, folds the quilt and cooks every day ... and always cares about me and my family. I love my good mother!
Mom is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself because of my performance. When I do well in the exam, my mother's face will show a sunny smile: when I do my homework so-so, my mother will be furious and set off a storm; When I waste my time doing something boring, my mother will talk like a drizzle … but I know that my mother is good for me and loves me.
I remember once, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this moment, I don't know what I stepped on, my foot slipped and I fell down. When I got up from the ground at once, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I'm so sad that I can't bear to throw these pants away.
Mom, what a resounding name. How many days and nights, my mother has been with me, guarding me; How many days and nights, my mother worried about my tomorrow; How many days and nights, my mother cares about me with her loving eyes ... Looking at a few more silver wires on your head, I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!
3. The topic of the composition is about maternal love (the content is to praise the mother).
In this world, everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless and will not disappear with the passage of time.
When I was a child, I always liked to be held by my mother before I learned to walk. That feeling is so warm that I can't forget it for a long time. And my mother often carries me for a walk. Mom, you know what? In those days, whenever I was held carefully by you, I would have a great pride and happiness. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they also envy me having such a mother. So my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time.
After primary school, I can't let my mother hug me anymore, and my mother can't hug me anymore. Mom started holding my hand in and out. She expressed her love for me in the vicissitudes of life. After school, my mother always shook my hand and asked me about my performance at school that day. Naughty, I shook your hand viciously and "reported" my performance to my mother in a naughty tone. Day after day, year after year, this has become the biggest tacit understanding between my mother and me in primary school.
By going up one flight of stairs-after junior high school. I have no such leisure to hold hands with my mother anymore. Every time I see my mother, I just shake her hand in a hurry. Mom didn't force me to do this, she changed the way of expressing love. Every night, when I am doing homework that seems to be endless, my mother always walks into the study quietly. Or bring me a cup of sweet milk; Or bring me a sweet apple; Or pass me a cup of espresso ... let me deeply appreciate my mother's maternal love in that busy study.
"The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of mothers all over the world actually lies in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you.
Ah, mom, I will definitely remember your love!