My mother's composition is 500 words 1 Motherly love is the spring wind, which blows red flowers and green trees. Motherly love is the summer night wind, which blows away the sultry and cool. Motherly love is the wind in late autumn, blowing ripe fruits and singing songs. Motherly love is the winter wind that blows away the cold and brings spring.
Whitman said, "How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. " This sentence is absolutely correct.
My mother is my first teacher. When I was in kindergarten, my grades were very poor, and I could only get dozens of points in the first grade. However, my mother was not angry. She taught me to learn by hand, recite Chinese texts and words every day, and memorize mathematical formulas. Gradually, my grades improved gradually. In the fourth grade, I got 97 points in Chinese and 100 in math, all thanks to my mother.
I remember one night, I had a fever with a sore throat and my head was very hot. My mother is in a hurry. Seeing a doctor in cold weather told me to drink more hot water and take good care of it. Today, I feel a deep maternal love.
My mother is also very strict with me. In the fourth grade of primary school, I got good grades in English and got full marks in general exams. Once in dictation, my mother scolded me for missing a letter in a word, saying that I was not good at studying and was always careless. It is estimated that my wife will be fierce when I grow up.
I was disobedient when I was a child. Once I wrote Chinese words from memory. I wrote the little panda as a kitten. My mother asked me to change it, but I didn't. My mother beat me up. Now I am a famous dutiful son, and my neighbors know that I am obedient.
My mother is very strict with me and takes care of me. She made me who I am today.
My mother's composition is 500 words. My mother is an ordinary person, but her love for me is great. Just like a fish attached to a river, I can't live without her.
She is a plain person, a little fat. I often make fun of her and say that she is fat. She smiled and said to me, "You will be fat, too, because a fat mother gives birth to a fat daughter. Don't trust me. Look at your brother. Isn't that me? Super fat. " I pretended to be unhappy and said, "That's not certain!"
Like this topic, we often say that she will tease me back and forth with very humorous language, which makes me laugh from ear to ear.
Once, I talked to her about her childhood. She told me that when she was a child, she could climb trees, go to a house and do everything. I asked her again, "How is your study?" She said that her study was excellent.
Although she loves to play, she actually loves to study, and she won't get into the top ten in every exam. I asked her which school she went to. She said she went to civil rights middle school. It's just that my family is poor and I didn't go to high school. And this has become her biggest worry until now.
Mom is a little timid. Once I asked her what animals she was most afraid of. She said she was most afraid of snakes. I always thought so. Until one day, we went to Sam's house to play together. They are chatting not far away, and I am playing in another place. Just when I wanted to go home, I didn't know when a spider came out in front. I was scared and kept screaming. She heard the noise and came running. When she saw the spider in front of me, she picked up a stick and was about to stir it. Suddenly, the spider climbed up the branch, and she jumped with fear.
I always thought she was only afraid of snakes. Unexpectedly, she was also afraid of spiders. Then, I knew the other side of her bravery.
My mother often hits me. Although I am very angry, I am relieved to think that she is also good for me.
I love my mother as much as she loves me.
My mother's composition is 500 words. My mother is just an ordinary working woman. Her rough sallow skin is neither white nor tender, but it is proved natural. She is wearing ordinary clothes. She often wears a dark green coat, just like the rice green of farmland dyed her white clothes. Bright eyes and thick lips. Black and long hair, people say: my mother's hair is pulled. Actually, my mother's hair is straight and natural. This is my mother, an ordinary professional woman.
However, the ordinary appearance can't hide her kind and loving heart.
Every day when I come home from school, I can always see my mother working in the field. She plucked the weeds one by one and paid no attention to the hair on her forehead. My mother cultivated this vegetable field carefully, in exchange for tuition and miscellaneous fees for my brother and me, as well as daily necessities at home.
I remember one night, my brother and I both slept. After my mother was busy at home, she carefully pushed open the door, closed the window and tucked my brother and me in. Actually, I didn't fall asleep. I just saw my mother so tired and the situation at home. I thought to myself, my study in senior one is very poor. But I feel a little sorry for my mother. She is so tired in order that we can study hard. I swear in my heart that I will study hard. At this time, tears came out of my eyes. My mother thought I was dreaming, so she wiped my tears lightly.
Whenever I sit in the spacious classroom, maybe my mother is still farming on the barren land, maybe she is still harvesting in the golden rice waves, maybe she will sit on the threshold and stare at the distance, expecting her favorite child to come back from school.
Mother and son will never disappoint your kindness, and will study hard to repay your kindness.
My mother's composition is 500 words. I love you quietly in my own way. Do you care about my feelings?
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When I see you, I always keep a straight face and smile occasionally. I always feel that you are tall and serious, which makes people afraid to approach you. Your bright eyes make your heart beat. Sometimes, I want to have a word with you, and I swallow it on my lips; Sometimes, I want to play a joke on you, but when I see you, I have a lingering fear.
I remember that on my brother's fifth birthday, I wanted to go home early, but it began to rain and I didn't bring an umbrella. I sat in the classroom waiting for you or my father to send me an umbrella, but it was dark and you didn't come. So I decided to run home.
I, running all the way, walked to the door and saw you joking with the guests. Nobody saw me at the door like a drowned rat. Rain and tears rolled down my cheeks. I rushed into the room angrily, closed the door and cried inside. You opened my room and slapped me on the spot. I cried even harder when I scolded me. ...
You ignored me, ate with the guests, didn't call me, and I didn't go out, so it took a long time. I felt a sharp pain in my face before I knew I had just been beaten. Just as I was looking at my swollen face in the mirror, you opened my door with a hot towel and a bowl of hot food. I immediately put down the mirror and turned my head to you, but you smiled and said to me, "okay, okay, I'm so angry." Can you forgive mom? " I ignored you, but you put a hot towel on my face and told me to go to bed early after dinner. ...
I can't remember what happened afterwards.
I have been asking in my heart: Mom, do you still love me? Sometimes I even think you don't want me. Did I pick it up? ……
Now, I know the answers to these questions: maybe this is the way you love me …
Mother wrote 500 words, five simple and honest fatherly loves, which made Zhu Ziqing burst into tears. Innocent maternal love, I will never forget it.
Motherly love keeps me warm. Every winter, my hands get cold, and sometimes there are many small blood cuts. At this time, the first thing I do when I come back from school is to find my mother. Because my mother always holds my little hand with her big hand. In my impression, my mother's hand is like a heater. As soon as you get close, the cold will be dispelled and the warmth will come to mind. Every time, I will smile at my mother, and my mother will look at me gently, and satisfaction and comfort will be written on my face. In this cold and hot hand, a big smile and a small smile convey warmth, the affection between mother and child, and the deep love of mother.
Maternal love makes me carefree. The heavy study task every day makes me form the habit of laziness. Put the bowl on the table and turn around after dinner. Put the materials on the table and fall asleep every time you finish studying. Just put your pajamas on the bed and go to school silently after getting up. I really haven't done anything except study before. My mother always tolerates my bad habits with her patience and tolerance, and only lets me complete my study task wholeheartedly.
Now that I have grown up, I will take the initiative to clean the bowl after eating, clean myself after studying, and put my pajamas in the closet after getting up ... My mother will be very happy when she sees this, and she will smile and say, "My son has grown up, really."
Mother is always so hard, even if her son helps him share some responsibilities, she will be extremely happy.
Mother is not as vast as the sky, the earth and the sea, but she contains the power to overcome everything-maternal love.
My mother's composition is 500 words, and my teacher is 20xx and over 40 years old. Her long, thick and flowing hair, which she used to be proud of, was gradually stained with salt and frost. Why is her hair so white? Is it for a better home?
My teacher is short and applies for being overweight. If he wears gray-black clothes and trousers, he looks like a penguin in the distance. He has a pair of unsightly hands, the palms are wide and not smooth, and the fingernails are neat, beautiful and elegant, which shows that these hands are not carbon, so one hand shoulders a home, and the eyes are the sunshine of the soul. My mother's eyes are black and white, as if no one can beat him.
It's really nothing difficult. He goes out early and comes back late every day, tired of living like a dog. My mother has to get up early to prepare breakfast for my father and me. After cooking dinner, she has to bring food for the whole day in foggy weather. Our family is not rich. My mother never buys a dress or changes the color of a dress all the year round, but she loves me very much. She always helps me buy clothes to wear, and she doesn't even want to eat them herself.
My mother never complains about such a hard daily life. I like my teacher, I love her white hair at the temples, I love the wrinkles around her eyes, and I love her vicissitudes.
My mother is always full of enthusiasm for daily life. He never perfunctory daily life. Once he found a lifeless green basket and put it on the balcony to fertilize it. Before long, the green basket was restored and rejuvenated, and new branches grew. Seeing him every day makes me feel very happy. I thank my teacher, his concern, his love for me and his enjoyment of life.
My mother's composition is 500 words. People say that her mother is like clear water, moist and delicate. But my mother is different from others. Sometimes she frolics like a child, but sometimes she is as cold as an iceberg and can't get close. Therefore, I have little contact with it. But because of the arrival of Mother's Day in May 13, my mother and I had a different day.
I made an appointment with my friend to go shopping, but I was interrupted by a phone call. On the phone, my mother asked me to accompany my brother to Tongniu Ridge of Development Zone Development Zone. I tried to find an excuse to refuse her, but my strict mother was defeated and asked me to go out with my friends. I secretly watched my mother and brother get on the bus happily, and then hurried to find friends to play.
When I came to the street and watched many people buy flowers, I was puzzled and looked at the calendar. Who knew it was Mother's Day at first sight, but I forgot it early. I took a deep breath, opened WeChat and firmly typed five words "Happy Mother's Day!" But it took a long time to send it out. Soon, my mother replied, "Go home early today, don't stay out too late." I don't know why, but I feel a little sour. Recently, because of home decoration, my mother is busy and always comes home late. When she comes back, people are always lying in bed. And I, still ignorant today, didn't help her share her worries. Guilty, I walked into the flower shop before going home, bought my mother's favorite lily and put it in a vase that had been empty for a long time.
In the evening, accompanied by the cricket's cry, I smelled the flowers floating in the living room and heard my mother's voice coming back from outside. Mother saw the flowers in the living room, raised her mouth radian, gently came to my door, looked at me, closed the door and walked back to her room. I pretended not to know, but secretly vowed to spend every holiday with my mother in the future.
My mother wrote 500 words: "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" As the song goes, my mother is the one who gives us life. She raised me, raised me and taught me everything, but she also had her own things to do.
One day, my mother got sick because of her voice. I advised her not to go to work, but she said to me, "Nothing. If I don't go ... well, then ... others will be ... busier. " "But your body ..." My mother interrupted me with a wave, and I went to work. I looked at my mother's distant back and suddenly felt a little distressed. Stick to work when you are sick. I sighed and shook my head, and my nose was a little sour.
This morning, I have been thinking about whether my mother's health will be too much, because she is engaged in finance and has no time to go to the toilet when she is busy. So when it was almost time for lunch, I went to my mother's office first and saw that he was busy keeping accounts and calculating every income and expenditure. There are a lot of invoices and materials on the table, her colleagues are as busy as a bee, and customers are waiting in line to pay. I was shocked by this scene. Adults are busy with all kinds of things. They are very busy. As far as I can remember, I don't think my mother is so busy. I always thought finance was simple. I didn't expect to be so busy. I waited for my mother to ask her in her spare time, "Why are you so busy now?" Mom said: "Doing finance itself is a prudent job, so you must be cautious, careful and careful again, just like you usually study, you can't be careless, and you should do every question carefully. This is also the reason." Moreover, it is our greatest comfort to be serious and responsible to customers, bring economic benefits to their companies and gain their trust. Just as you are affirmed by the teacher, it is also a very happy thing. I nodded and replied, "I see. I will be careful in the future." I looked at the table full of invoices and materials, as well as customers. I really sympathize with my mother.
Watching her work so busy every day must be for me, for me to have a better growth environment and for me to have a good education. My mother is willing to give everything. Well done!
My mother's composition of 500 words and 9 carnations is generally better than the mother in composition, and it is not as good-looking as peony; Without the freshness and elegance of cherry blossoms, it is ordinary and simple, just like our mother.
As long as I can remember, in my impression, my mother is always dressed in a plain long skirt, refined and fresh, like a little fairy who is not familiar with the world. The fairy seems to have no anxious moments, and nothing can beat her. She is always so calm and everything is so perfect. But once she really panicked. At the age of six. ...
One summer evening with vague memory, it just rained and the weather was refreshing. My mother and I enjoyed the cool in the gazebo. Maybe I'm bored. I ran out and looked at the little moon in the puddle. I was very happy, but I accidentally slipped. My ankle really hurt at that time, but I was afraid to call my mother. I stood up reluctantly. Maybe my mother found something strange on my face and came over quickly. Mother's eyes are no longer as smooth and calm as before, but full of panic. At that moment, I knew the fairy was in a panic.
It began to rain again, and dripping water dripped from the roof. My mother hugged me, regardless of the light rain that began to rain again, and protected me with her back to prevent a little rain from falling on me. Suddenly I feel that my mother's arms are so warm, and the pain on my feet seems to have eased a little ... My mother hugged me everywhere to find the hospital, but they all closed, one after another ... I almost gave up, but my mother never gave up. Finally, everything paid off, and I found a big hospital that is still open.
Mom quickly helped me sign up. The moment I saw the doctor, the stone hanging from my mother's heart finally fell to the ground.
Later, the doctor prescribed medicine. Because my feet were inconvenient to walk, my mother took care of me for a month regardless of her work. Later, when I was completely well, my mother was still very concerned about my feet.
What I don't know is—
Fairy, that night, a few white hairs grew directly on her head.
This fairy, at last, came to earth. ...
Became an ordinary and simple great mother.
My mother's composition is 500 words 10 In my daily life, there is a very special and important lady. This lady is like a beautiful tulip, gentle, kind and strong. Whenever I encounter setbacks or make mistakes, she always says to me in a gentle tone, "Try to overcome any difficulties, as long as you are not discouraged, as long as you think carefully and feel free." She gave me the greatest courage and made my heart feel extremely warm. Whenever I need someone to accompany me most, she is always by my side, comforting me when I am sad and protecting me when I am injured, so that I will not be hurt a little. Whenever I am in the process of learning, I often encounter something that is not smooth or satisfactory. When I feel sorry for myself and complain about unfairness, she always thinks of me from another angle, which makes me learn a lot of life philosophy and ways of doing things, and makes my life colorful and full of happiness. And the great lady who gives me the greatest courage to avoid any harm and make my life colorful is my beautiful and gentle mother!
My mother is a very ordinary woman. She has an ordinary face, a few crow's feet on her forehead and ordinary hair. Her clothes are very ordinary, only a handful. But her superb chef-like skills made me eat with relish, and her agile machine-like mind opened my eyes. My mother is a good wife and mother. She gets up early every day. After getting up, I started doing housework, cooking, washing clothes, working, going to work, etc ... but she never said she was tired, so let me respect her from the bottom of my heart.
My mother is such a woman. She has an ordinary face and a kind heart. She is so ordinary, but in my eyes, she is always the most unusual.
Mom's composition is 500 words 1 1 mom, what a familiar word. Speaking of my mother, many sweet memories of my mother come to mind, but what makes me unforgettable is the cup of fragrant tea that my mother personally prepared for me.
It was a clear night, and under the night, the stars were all over the sky, which lit up the originally barren night sky together, and the moonlight sprinkled on the precise earth. I am writing on the desk. However, the inspiration for writing doesn't favor me. The nib seems like a naughty child. Stop-and-go, I can't calm down inside, and I look restless.
Just when I couldn't write, a fresh and elegant fragrance of tea came to my nose-a cup of hot tea in my mother's hand. I suddenly looked up at my mother's kind eyes, which were mixed with warm love and expectation. Under such eyes, I seem to be bathed in the sun. When I came to my senses, I saw a few strands of silver in my original black hair, and wrinkles climbed up my gaunt face ... my eyes were blurred.
Have some tea, don't be too tired and go to bed early. After that, my mother handed the tea to me and turned away.
Tasting the tea my mother made specially for me, it can't talk, but I can feel it singing. I can't help but feel a little touched in my heart, and slowly come up ... In an instant, all the beautiful thoughts bloom like flowers, and the quiet tea fragrance knocks on the dusty memory door, and the bits and pieces of past lives emerge in my heart-the latest sheets at home, the most delicious dishes, the most famous books and even the most exquisite ones.
Yes, in the short and long journey of life, maybe your friends make you happy, maybe your career enriches you, but it must be your parents who make you warm and happy.
The night sticks to the window like Van Gogh's oil painting. I looked up at the starry sky at the window. The brightest star in the sky is still bright and unique, and its heart is warm.
Tea can taste life, but I can taste my mother's deep love for me
My mother's composition is 500 words 12. I have a good mother who cares about me very much. She grew up in the countryside. When she was a child, it was difficult to farm every day. My mother has bright eyes and clairvoyance. She can hear ants walking around. His arms are strong again, and she can gently hold her brother with one hand. Besides, anyone who breaks her arm has failed. She doesn't know where her strength comes from.
My mother likes to wear skirts. In summer, my mother will take out all the skirts. Try this, try that, just like a naughty boy. I really admire her.
My mother has a good temper. If she is angry, she will lock me in my room for three days, and I can still eat rice. My mother is very kind to my neighbors. Once, my mother bought two boxes of fruit and asked me to send a box directly to my neighbor. That's very generous.
My mother loves me very much. Once I failed in the exam, I thought I would be beaten by my mother, but what people didn't expect was that my mother saw me several times and then continued to cook her own favorite dishes. When I was doing my homework at night, my mother came in and asked me, "Did I fail the exam this morning?" I thought there was no fight before dinner, but now I can't escape. The fact is that my worries are unnecessary.
One morning, I forgot to bring my coat, and it rained heavily. My mother can't help me deliver my coat and umbrella. When I came to the classroom, I found I was soaked to the skin. At this time, my mother came out of the rain, dried the rain on my body with a towel, gave me a coat and an umbrella, and then braved the heavy rain to go home and hug my brother. My mother must have been wet by the heavy rain.
I love my mother and wish her a happy Mother's Day!
My mother's composition 500 words 13 I love my mother because everything she does is for her family.
Mother is tall, a little fat, with a big mouth, a big nose and a pair of faint eyebrows on her weather-beaten face. There are wrinkles on the eyebrows, and the wrinkles are long, curly and reddish, which makes people feel very docile. However, that's all. If a mother loses her temper, it will be quite spectacular, just like a volcanic eruption, and its energy should not be underestimated. It can make everyone stand up like a frightened cat. It has a sense of fear. The mother's explosive power is even far more than that.
I remember once, I don't know when there was a small bag of dried fish in my kitchen. Even if you stay in the bedroom, you can smell the thick musty smell of dried fish. This smell is disgusting. Dad smelled it, too, so he threw away the smelly bag of dried fish. As a result, on Monday morning, when my mother was looking for dried fish, she found that my father had thrown it away. Mother was very angry and quarreled with her father. She wanted to eat at home at noon and then went to Nanxi's father's, and went to Nanxi at 9 o'clock. Although my father repeatedly said that eating fish was harmful to my health, my mother just wouldn't listen. They didn't talk for weeks. In the end, the two people still made up as before, just as the Romance of the Three Kingdoms said, "There must be differences after a long separation."
Although my mother sometimes has a bad temper, she is hardworking. Although she is not as diligent as Zhu De's mother, she is not much worse. Like other mothers, she gets up early when I go to school, cooks breakfast for me and lets me sleep a little longer.
I know that mothers and parents love their children selflessly.
I remember once, in the first half of the year, my relationship with my mother became stiff, and my father enlightened me: "That's your mother! Don't you know the virtue of respecting the elderly? Even if your mother is a fool, a disabled person! Then she's still your mother! You still have to respect her! Besides, she is not! " After that, I finally understood the position of mother in children's hearts. A few days later, my mother and I made up again.
Oh! I love my mother.
My mother's composition is 500 words 14. I've always wanted to write about my mother, but I don't know how to write it. She knows me so well, but I dare not call it familiar. Such a person who accompanies me every day, but do I really know her?
My mother is a hothead. She is a passionate person, like a clear summer; She is an impatient person, such as a hot summer; She is a warm person, like a warm summer. She, my mother, is the summer in my heart.
In my memory, what impressed me most recently was that she sat at the desk and studied with me. During the period of studying together, she devoted too much to love like summer.
Mother is like a sunny summer. Her enthusiasm inspired me. When I have a problem, my mother pushes me; Lost, my mother enlightened me; My mother helped me when I was in trouble. The same passion as Brilliant Summer has become my motivation to study.
Mother is like a hot summer. Mother's temper is like a summer heat wave. Whenever I stop studying hard, that's it, and my mother will probably be bored by it. But once, I contradicted my angry mother! Now that I think about it, I was really stupid when I was conscious of being smart.
Mother is like a warm summer. She taught me how to behave and how to do things. If I have the slightest tolerance and understanding for others, I think my mother gave it to me.
Mother's love is the summer in my heart. I hold the boat of my life carefully, and neither warm encouragement nor hot persuasion can blow it down. Driven by this summer-like love, I tried to sail to the other side of life.
My mother's composition is 500 words 15. The busy figure has always been with me, and I can even be said to be inseparable from kindergarten, primary school and junior high school. The figure is busy for my growth, proud of my achievements, troubled by my sadness, secretive about my life, running around the hospital for my illness, busy for me at home ... as if I never need a rest.
Whenever I come home, he always says, "You're back? Why is it so late? Are you hungry? " I always answer a few words like a response, but these greetings have long been taken for granted, and I have not found the seeds inside-the seeds of love.
It bothers me to answer like that when I got home a few days ago, but I didn't say much, because I think this is an essential procedure every day and I am used to it. When I returned to my room, I caught a glimpse of the figure in the kitchen from the corner of my eye, and was busy with our dinner. I stayed. I went into the room, closed the door and sat by the bed. There are some glittering and translucent objects spinning in front of my eyes. I know it's called tears. I seldom cry. Therefore, this feeling is even more strange. In the evening, I was lying in bed when I suddenly saw a teaser coming towards me. The footsteps are very light, for fear of waking me up. I was in a hazy state at that time, but I could still tell the shadow that the quilt under the busy figure during the day was carefully twitched by her and covered me again. I still haven't moved.
This person is my mother. She is busy at work during the day, at home after work and in my bed at night. It was his busyness that moved me.