Everyone in our class has a nickname. For example, my name is Lele, but some students call me Coke. Our teacher also has a nickname, and it is a very nice nickname, called "the learned man". You ask me why, then you listen to me slowly.

In the hot summer, all of us do our homework in the classroom, and the teacher wipes his sweat before the lecture table and corrects it carefully. The teacher sent it to us after correcting the homework. Let's see why it is wrong first. Can you do it now? If you don't understand, please raise your hand and ask questions. At that time, there was a blank that I couldn't fill in, and some students couldn't write a lot of words when they did the problem. I sat down after the teacher finished speaking. I didn't raise my hand to ask questions I don't think I can do it. I don't know anything, so I have no face. But a classmate raised his hand and asked the teacher some questions that he couldn't fill out. The teacher explained carefully on the blackboard, and we all understood. The teacher said that students should ask questions boldly in time if they don't understand anything. Seeing such a good teacher, I am ashamed of my pride. In the future, students in our class can always ask the teacher if they have any questions. The teacher is not bothered at all. When we leave, the teacher is always very amiable, which makes you feel like asking the teacher a question.

Teachers make selfless contributions to us day by day in obscurity, and we grow day by day and become rich in knowledge.

We gave our beloved teacher a beautiful nickname "knowledgeable person" to show our admiration. Students, where is your teacher?

2. The essay "My mother is a WeChat merchant" opened the door of time and time began to go back.

I went back to my naive childhood. Childhood is a pure land without weeds and pollution, and a clear sky without shelter and barrier.

There is innocence and sweetness flowing here, which will always make people have good memories. Once, on my birthday.

My father gave me 100 yuan directly from Zhang. I don't know what this is for, because I am too young and ignorant. I ran to ask my friend, and he said, "You are so stupid that you don't even know this. This thing is a bookmark and can be clipped in a book. "

Hearing this, I was ashamed to think: I thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be a broken bookmark. I walked home in frustration and happened to meet my mother. She asked, "Son, what are you doing with money in your hand?" As soon as I heard this, I was puzzled and asked, "Mom, since you just said that I have money in my hand, what is the money for?" Mother pretended to be very knowledgeable and said, "money can buy things."

After listening to it, I still didn't know whether the paper was money or a bookmark, so I hid it under my pillow. A few days later, I saw my mother throw a big pile of money into the oil drum. I looked at a big pile of money in my mother's hand, one of which was exactly the same as the one my father gave me.

I ran to the bed and took out the 100 yuan, thinking: didn't mom say that she could buy things if she had money? Then why did he burn the money? Maybe my mother is afraid that I know that money is useless. I rushed to my mother and handed her the money. She burned it without asking.

In the evening, my father said to me, "Son, bring your 100 yuan and buy you some books." I said angrily, "Don't lie, that 100 yuan can't buy anything at all."

Dad said, "Why not? Bring it quickly. " I said, "Ask mom for it."

After hearing this, dad immediately ran to the kitchen and asked his mother, "What about 100 yuan, son?" Mom quickly said, "I didn't take it again, so I asked * * * what." I rushed over and told the story from beginning to end.

Dad smiled and said, "Your mother burned paper to worship the god of wealth, and your money is specially used for shopping." I couldn't help laughing when I was blindsided.

I had a wonderful childhood. I was so naive when I was a child. I will cherish this childhood movie and keep it in my heart forever.

Write a composition about what a mother looks like. Motherly love is like a song of about 400 words.

Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?

Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we walked out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!

Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!

But after a long time, a beautiful Mother's Day is coming, but for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

I am a good helper of my mother. Composition Jin Xiaoyi, Class 4, Shaoxing Children's Art School, Zhejiang Province (1)

My mother is very busy these days, which makes me very uneasy. Yes, it's good to be mom's little helper! Play your own game

Mom was cooking, and I skipped over and said, "I'll cook!" " "

Do it. I went cooking with an iron spoon. My finger was cut with a knife and my face was covered with oil. I really want to stop shooting, but look at my busy mother. I gritted my teeth and fired again.

Another time, my mother broke a golden flower porcelain bowl. I quickly brought a broom and dustpan and swept it hard. My clothes are soaked with sweat. I was panting and finally finished. After a while, my mother asked me to buy sugar. As soon as I heard it, I ran to the store out of breath. I asked, "Aunt, do you have any sugar?" Aunt said, "Sorry, kid, it's just sold out." I went to another small shop and bought candy. I ran home happily with candy, and my mother said:

"Xiaoyi, you go to wash the dishes again." God, my life is so bitter. But when I look at my mother's face again, I feel sad, so I clean the table and wash the dishes.

Yes, I'm mom's little helper. I think about her all the time, hardworking children. Let's stop making our parents tired and be their little helpers!

I am my mother's good helper.

As the saying goes, "Filial piety comes first." Our parents put us through a lot of hardships and made great efforts. Now, I have grown up and can help with housework at home. Before eating every day, I help my mother clean the table and set chopsticks. On weekends, I help my mother sweep the floor and mop the floor; In the evening, I help my mother put away the clothes, fold them and classify them. I have always been a good student at school; In the community, I am a qualified citizen; At home, I am also a well-deserved helper of my mother.

One weekend, my mother was ill and her face was very painful. Headache and abdominal pain have been tormenting her, and she can't get up to take care of us. Dad happens to be working in other places. Seeing my mother in pain, I decided to volunteer to take care of my mother, take care of my siblings and do housework. I'll help her prepare medicine and water according to my mother's instructions first Then I will arrange my brother and sister to do their homework. Then, as usual, with my mother, I took out my broom to sweep the floor first, and then washed my clothes to dry. After this, I am out of breath. After a short rest, 1 1 It's time to start cooking. I first asked my mother about the process of cooking, and then combined with my usual observation, I started to do it. I'll wash a catty of rice first, put it in a pot and mix it with water, and then cook on the stove. Then, I take out four eggs, cook them in a pot, stir-fry a small dish, and then I can have dinner. After I arranged for my brothers and sisters to have dinner, I served the meal to my mother. My mother was moved by my cooking and said happily, "My daughter has grown up. She is really her good helper! "

I am my mother's good helper.

My mother is in charge of all the housework in my family. Every morning when I go to school, my mother wakes up, washes clothes, sweeps the floor, mops the floor, cleans the windows and so on. Sometimes my mother works all morning. After cleaning, she will buy food and cook immediately. If she goes on like this, she will be exhausted.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend. I woke up early in the morning and finished my homework. Then I'm ready to help my mother. I said, "Mom, I'll help you with the housework today." My mother saw that I was full of energy and reluctantly agreed. She said to me, "I'll do the laundry and you mop the floor." I raised my hand and gave my mother a correct military salute, saying, "I know, I can certainly accomplish this arduous task." I answered, and then I went to mop the floor. I grabbed the mop tightly with both hands and dragged it meticulously, everywhere and in every corner. I dragged it again immediately, but my mother said it would be dirty if I dragged it again and asked me to drag it several times. I lifted the mop and went to the bathroom to wash and then dragged it. I filled the bucket with water and then put the mop in. Clear tap water immediately becomes turbid. I wiped the mop over and over again. Very clean. But I can't wring the mop dry because my hands are small, let alone let one hand grasp the bottom of the mop. Just when I was worried, my father solved my urgent need. I mopped the floor carefully with a clean mop and finally finished the task.

Then I help my mother clean the windows. Bask in the quilt, I have done many things. My mother saw what I did and greatly praised me. She said I was really a good helper for my mother. After praising me, my mother asked me, "How did you come up with the idea of doing housework for my mother?" I replied, "One is that you work too hard to help you, and the other is that the school now calls on us to be five good citizens, and housework is one of them." "So, then you should be a good citizen. Mom said with a smile. I replied loudly, "Yes, I will definitely say so."

5. Write a 300-word composition around how my mother educates me. Each of us has to go through the education of our parents when we were young, and what is more important is to go to school to learn the knowledge of textbooks and receive the education of teachers. Especially when we were young, sometimes you will never forget what our parents taught us.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I didn't know how to be hygienic. There are toys on the bed, table and floor in my bedroom. The room is always in a mess, and my mother takes time to clean it every time. I have to change my clothes every day, which is very dirty. One night, my mother called me and told me that children should form a good habit of being hygienic and not littering, that is, they should learn to clean up their own garbage, and don't always wait for others to help you clean up. That won't do. At that time, my mother and I cleaned my room together. I'm so tired that I'm sweating all over. From then on, I knew how difficult it was to clean up. Since then, my room has been very clean, even a little garbage has been put in the dustbin, and my clothes can last a day or two longer than before. When I am in the street, I always put the garbage in the dustbin. I think we all pay attention to hygiene, so how clean and hygienic our whole society will be.

6. I am a mother, and my mother is my composition. There is a person, like the sun at home, who always takes care of my "seedlings". She is my mother.

Mother has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan with big watery eyes. These big eyes seem to talk. My mother always looks at me with joy and smile whenever I hold the certificate of "three good students". I read my mother's eyes and said, well done, keep trying. Whenever I accidentally make a mistake, my mother frowned. Her eyes seem to say: you should be careful in everything. Every assignment is like a test.

My mother is particularly concerned about my study and life. In mental arithmetic, Go, etiquette and other competitions, my mother will fully support me, accompany me and encourage me. If she wins, she will say, "Don't be proud, not all the future competitions will be smooth sailing." If she loses, she will say, "Don't be unhappy. Winning or losing is common in military strategists, and there will be opportunities in the future." Every time I get sick, my mother is particularly anxious and gives me medicine quickly for fear of getting worse. Every summer vacation, my mother will take me out to travel and increase my knowledge.

This is my mother. I love my dear mother.

Chapter 2: I love my mother.

I have a gentle mother. She has a pair of watery eyes, a low nose, a small mouth, a pair of heavy eyebrows and waterfall-like black hair.

Once, my mother got a disease called gallstones. My back often hurts, so I go to the hospital for examination. After the examination, the doctor said that there was something swelling in my stomach. I don't know what it was and I need to be hospitalized for observation. The doctor arranged her mother in a special ward, and the nurses took turns to look after her, which made her particularly moved. It's time for lunch. The meal in the hospital is not ready yet. I was afraid that my mother was hungry, so I said to her, "I'll buy you a box lunch." Say that finish, I hurried out. At this time, it happened to be raining heavily, and I ran in the heavy rain for fear that the box lunch was sold out. So, I worked harder, ran faster and faster, and finally ran to the place where I sold lunch boxes, leaving only the last box. If I'm a minute late, someone else will buy me. Back to the hospital, I handed the box lunch to my mother, who praised me as a good boy, and then wolfed it down.

I don't need my mother to return my love to my mother. Love is powerful, the greatest and most selfless in the world. I want to shout loudly: "Mom, I love you!" " "

7. Write a composition with your mother. Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can replace parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."

Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolded me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears. ...

After this incident, I understand that lying is wrong, and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless.

Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love.

Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. I look at her forehead carefully, but there are still some wrinkles. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for * * *, and she gave me too much.

Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.

8. Write a composition on how my mother wrote it. My mother is not very tall, with long hair and bright eyes. She always smiles at people. My mother is strict with me. She saw me playing before I finished my homework, and her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, so I had to do my homework quickly. She will praise me when I see that my homework is better.

Once, I came home from school and went to play computer games without doing my homework. As soon as my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework. I said yes, I went to play computer games again. But my mother asked me to take out my homework and let her check it. I didn't know what to do then. My mother saw me and understood everything. She called me to her side and said, "son, your main task now is to study." Do your homework before you do anything else. " I hate it, but my mother asked me to rewrite it. After a while, my mother came over and saw that my handwriting was much better than before. She said happily, "You are serious, but you still write well!" " "I'm glad to hear that.

This is my mother, a caring and strict mother.

9. Fourth grade-I am my mother's little helper (urgent) When I was at school, I enjoyed the care of my parents every day. Today I want to do something for my family to reduce my mother's burden.

After breakfast, my parents went to work, and I also started my secret action-doing housework. I know from my mother's appearance. First of all, I washed the dishcloth, squatted on the ground and wiped the floor bit by bit. Before I cleaned the room, I was sweating and panting. Thinking that my mother has to do these chores every day, I finally realized my mother's hard work today. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and continue to wipe. Persistence is victory! After about an hour, I finally wiped the floor of every room. The floor is so bright that I am too tired to get up on the sofa. But the floor of the audience is shining, and I am very happy.

After a short rest, I saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and I started my second secret operation-helping my mother cook.

I scooped some rice from the rice bucket and put it in the basin. Then I learned from my mother's way of washing rice, rubbing rice repeatedly with my hands in the water, and when the washed water became clean, I put the rice in the pressure cooker, filled it with water (my mother once told me that the water level should not exceed my hands), covered it, opened the valve of the liquefier and started cooking. After about twenty minutes, the pressure valve of the pressure cooker began to beat. I smell the smell of rice, and the rice is finally cooked! I'm even a little excited. I quickly turned off the liquefied steam valve and sat on the sofa waiting for my mother to get off work.

After a while, my mother came back and saw the clean floor as soon as she came in. She said in surprise, "Hey, why is the floor so bright today?" "I wiped it!" I jumped off the sofa and couldn't wait to show the fruits of my labor. "Mom, come to the kitchen and have a look. There are still surprises. " Then I dragged my mother into the kitchen. "Look, I've even cooked the meal." I proudly took off the pressure valve, lifted the lid and said, "Mom, try my craft." Say, take chopsticks to put a little rice in my mother's mouth. "Hey, the rice is a little raw. You seem a little light. " I tasted it, and it was really hard. My mother told me that it would take ten minutes to put out the fire after the pressure valve jumped. Oh, I see!

Although today's rice is not as delicious as my mother's, I always see a smile on my parents' faces when I eat. My father told me that this was the best rice he had ever eaten, and my mother nodded in agreement. Their approving eyes inspired me. I think I will continue to work hard and let them eat really delicious and fragrant rice next time.

10. I am proud of a person who doesn't have to have great achievements, an extraordinary life, a smart mind and a successful career, because that person is my mother.

My mother has small eyes and short hair. When I was a child, my family was poor and had to do heavy work, so my mother was not tall. Because of family work, a pair of hands became rough.

My mother is very nagging. Although I know my mother is good for me, I will take care of myself. It was late spring and early summer. It was very hot that afternoon, and I was going out to play. Just before I left, my mother said to me, "It's not too hot. Don't take off your coat, or you will catch a cold. " I answered casually and went out, ignoring my mother's words. When it's too hot, I take off my jacket and feel very cool. When I sleep at night, I feel groggy and cold. My mother seems to think I'm a little strange. She immediately got up and went to my room to touch my head, only to find that I had a fever. Without saying anything, my mother immediately went to the hospital behind my back. It's past 3: 00 in the morning. I felt my mother's back warm on the way. I had an intravenous drip for a long time in the hospital. When I woke up, I saw my mother beside me. She didn't rest, and she tucked me in from time to time. I looked at the temple on my mother's head, and there were a lot more "silver lines", which made me look old.

I can't help feeling ashamed when I think about this. How many orphans in the world have not received maternal love? I live in my mother's warm love, but I don't cherish it so much. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you, and I am proud to have you as a good mother."