Mother's topic composition 1 Open the window, the north wind whistling, banging on the branches and making a "squeaky" sound. The leaves began to sway slowly with the cold north wind. The trunk gently twisted its "waist", like a graceful girl dancing in the wind, which was very conspicuous and charming. But my mother's deep affection makes me feel deep love and warmth.
One morning on the weekend, I was awakened early by the sound of washing milk. Sleepy, I heard my mother quietly push open my door and open the curtains. Still dreaming, I walked out with graceful steps and closed the door. After a while, I got up and walked into the living room. There is a strong smell of milk. Seeing that my mother is still busy in the kitchen, I can't help feeling deeply. Mom, you have worked hard. Mom's taste is so simple.
After washing in a hurry, I looked at my watch and found that it was time for the training class soon. I picked up my bag and opened the door to leave, but my mother gave me a good scolding. Standing at the door and waiting for a while, my mother handed me a steaming glass of milk, and then assumed a posture of ordering me to drink it before leaving. I immediately flinched until I came to my senses and began to spoil my mother, begging me to go to class first, and then the milk came back. So I quickly rushed down the stairs. Because of the cold weather, my little hands are red and the whole person is shaking. Suddenly, I heard the urgent cry of "Lian" behind me. I couldn't help looking back and saw my mother carrying that glass of milk, acting like a fly. At that time, my tears were already spinning in my eyes, but I tried to hold back my tears. I picked up the glass of milk and my hands were much warmer. My mother kept rubbing my hands. After drinking milk, my body seems to be full of a warm current, a warmth and a happiness. My mother puts on gloves and scarves for me. In a flash, I saw my mother's hands covered with wrinkles, not as delicate and soft as before. There was a trace of silver hair on my head, wrinkles climbed up my mother's forehead and my mother's eyes were moist. I suddenly realized that my mother had done a lot for me, but I didn't cherish it easily. Mother's taste is so affectionate, so gentle as water. We should grasp it well.
Yes, maybe just as a casual gesture, it is enough to express how much my mother has paid for me. Cherish it. Try to bring my mother a glass of water, a pair of shoes and a magazine ... the north wind is still blowing.
Mother topic composition 2 We listen to the bell of the times in the starry sky. How many times have we waited for the dawn in the long night? How many times have we lost sleep? We all support this unusual day-the birthday of our motherland!
Looking up at the history of the sky, the stars are still shining! Our China is ancient and great, and our China is magnificent and eternal! Cai Lun wrote on a piece of paper that her wisdom compass was spinning in her direction. Under the sword, she returned to the spirit of peace again and again, and was reborn again and again in the disaster of self-immolation.
For the growth of the motherland, countless people have worked hard for the prosperity of the motherland, and how many people have burned their lives and youth! Even under the strangulation of feudalism and the artillery fire of imperialism, the people of China still erected the ancient Great Wall of China with their own backbones. Fifty-seven years ago, on October 1st, our motherland soared in the sky again, sending the most solemn and sacred voice to the whole world: "The people of China have stood up since then!" The giant's cry shook the world, making the towering mountains respond, and the majestic sea echoed!
From then on, a new generation of favored ones stood up. They warmed the once cold body of the motherland with their own soul fire, ignited the once dim soul of the motherland with the blood of youth, and spun the rosy clouds of the motherland with inspiring songs.
Being in history, we are immersed in it and share the excitement and sadness of the past; Looking into the future, we will find that the road ahead seems more distant and difficult. However, we will not shrink back or be afraid. We will shout loudly to our motherland: we are all one-third of you and one of your 9.6 million square kilometers. To you, we are so small and insignificant, but how deep and warm we love you, how much we want to snuggle up to you, and how much we try our best to dress you up more beautifully! Let us integrate the heroism of Chinese sons and daughters and the courage of the descendants of dragons into our fiery youth, sing the songs of youth more magnificently, write the poems of youth brilliantly without regrets, and write the chapters of the motherland brilliantly! We should take science, rationality, diligence and perseverance as our great goals. Let us dedicate our noble character, excellent cultivation and excellent achievements to the motherland. Let us solemnly swear under the five-star red flag: we will work hard for the lovely and beautiful motherland, and we will do our best to burn our youth! For the beautiful and eternal life of the motherland!
My family is poor, but I don't feel inferior because of it. On the contrary, I have been living happily because I have a mother who makes me proud. I've always wanted to say something to my mother, but I'm always embarrassed to say it, so I want to write a weekly diary today and say it happily.
Mom, in the eyes of relatives and neighbors, you are so simple, so hardworking, so smart, and you are always dressed in rags all year round-but very neat. Short hair is always so fluffy and messy in the harvest season, and it is often mixed with dead leaves brought back from the ground. Your eyes are full of wrinkles, and your lips are always so dry, so you are not beautiful to strangers. However, I want to say: Mom, you are the most beautiful in my heart, and I love you forever!
Every day, you always prepare hot meals before I finish school and wait for me to come back for dinner. You always chat with me while eating, listen to me carefully and patiently about the unpleasant things I have encountered, and share my happy mood when I have encountered good things. Every time I talk to you, I feel extremely comfortable, forget all my troubles, and then skip to school like a happy rabbit. Every time I go to school, you will stand at the door and watch me walk to the corner. I know you are not only watching me go to school, but also silently wishing me success.
I vaguely remember that I did badly in the mid-term exam in the first semester of junior high school. I was really defeated that time and was heartbroken. When I got home, I told you helplessly that suddenly, your eyes were red, and then you asked me what the problem was. I didn't say a word, just silently crying. When you see me like this, please comfort me and encourage me. You said, "Forget it, I didn't do well in the exam this time. Try again next time, and I will get up from where I fell. Is there still a chance? " As soon as your voice fell, your tears fell. At that moment, I was very sad, because I made you so sad, so I swore in my heart: next time, I will do well in the exam, and I will not let my mother down or make her sad. After a while, I asked you, "Mom, are you sad?" Why not blame me? "You stroked my head and said," Of course I'm sad, but I don't blame you. As I said, you should try your best to study with your sister. Besides, you may have just entered middle school this time and haven't adapted to so many subjects. It will be better next time. " At this point, we are all lost in thought.
I rose a lot in the final exam. I still clearly remember your happy smile at that time, so sweet, so I worked harder since then, because I want you to be happy and proud forever!
Mom! Your figure will always be busy for me, and your life will always be dedicated to me. I will never forget your busy figure on the night when the power went out in midsummer this year: I moved the bed upstairs, went downstairs to get the pillow, and went downstairs to get the mosquito-repellent incense. As I walked, I muttered, "My memory is much worse when I get older." At the moment I heard this, my heart was like a needle, and tears were about to gush out: Yes, mom, you are old, and you are no longer young. So the golden age of your life was silently dedicated to your two little witches. Don't you feel sorry? Don't you feel regret? Just when I was full of gratitude, a cool wind blew gently. I suddenly woke up and saw that you fanned me. Suddenly, my heart felt very comfortable. Look at you again. The sweat on your forehead shines with starlight. I'll take a fan and fan it for you. At that time, you didn't argue with me, just stroking my head and gently stroking my hair, which made me feel so lucky and happy.
There are many similar things. For example, during school, you won't let me watch TV for fear of affecting my study and eyesight, but occasionally you will let me watch useful programs, such as Light of Science and Technology, Man and Nature, Lecture Room and so on. In order to get education and increase one's knowledge; When you are free, you will help me take care of my own flowers and plants. Every Monday in winter, you will leave the warm bed early and get up to cook for me. After dinner, you take me to school. As soon as autumn comes, you will spread thick cotton wool on my bed, thick quilts and soft sheets, lest I catch cold. ...
Mom! You have given me too much love, which I will never forget and can never repay! And I know you don't need me to do anything for you. Your only wish is that I can study hard, and I can break my own sky and live a happy life in the future. So now I'm trying to make you feel happy and proud of my achievements.
Mom, in fact, I have long wanted to say something to you, but I am embarrassed to say it. Now just listen: "mom, you will always be the most beautiful person in my mind and my most beloved mother." I will love you forever, just as you love me forever! I will definitely study hard and repay you with my best results! "
The most admirable person in the world is my mother, and she is also one of my favorite people.
I remember once, my mother and I met a fellow villager on our way home from shopping. She is an old woman with white hair. The old woman walked weakly alone on the highway. At this moment, her mother saw it. She looked up and down carefully, her Adam's apple moved up and down, and her eyes blinked several times. She didn't notice me at all, but looked at the old woman with rapt attention. Then, her mother walked over without hesitation. Say to the old woman with spots and wrinkles, "What's the matter with you?" The old woman glanced at her mother and said in a fragile voice, "I'm just dizzy and have a stomachache." You don't have to worry. " I hate her appearance, but not only does my helpful mother hate it. He also said to her very gently, "Look at your pain. I'd better take you to that small clinic nearby! " ! "So, my mother insisted on helping the old woman go to a small clinic to see a doctor. After reading it, my mother still insisted on helping the old woman pay the medical expenses, but the old woman refused, and the two of them had a big fight. Finally, I let my careful mother pay the money.
At this time, I told my mother to leave, and my mother actually had to escort her mother-in-law home. I couldn't stop it, so I had to escort my mother-in-law home with my mother.
On the way home, my mother and I looked very happy. Mother still keeps her usual amiable smile, but the smile is more beautiful than ever. But mom's heart is more beautiful.
Mother's Topic Composition 5 Meng Xiao, a great poet in ancient China, wrote in the poem Wanderer that maternal love is like bright sunshine and I am like grass in the sunshine, which shows that maternal love cannot be returned. Yesterday, on Mother's Day, I bought bones with the scholarship I got from making up lessons there and made a bowl of bone soup for my mother.
I finished my homework yesterday and sat on the sofa thinking about what to give my mother for Mother's Day. I thought to myself: what should I send? Flowers? No, it's too corny! What should I send? What should I send? ..... Just when I was sad, a fragrance got into my nostrils. When I went out, it turned out that my neighbor was cooking bone soup! I patted my head and thought: Yes! Bone soup! My mother has a pain in her kneecap recently, just to supplement calcium for her mother.
I said, and immediately ran downstairs to the Huangjing Longting Fair Price Store, and bought more than a catty of fans' bones home with the money from 20 yuan made up for the Olympics.
When I got home, I had to ask my grandmother, the chef, because I had never stewed bone soup.
After about half an hour, the "big project" was finally completed. I crept. Carefully put the stewed bone soup on the table and wait for mom to come home.
At 7 o'clock, my mother came home from work. I shouted, "Happy Mother's Day!" "Mom paused, and then a happy smile, so sweet. In my heart, that smile can be completely related to the great artist: da. Finch's amazing painting: Mona Lisa's smile is invincible.
I will never forget, I will never forget that moment of knowing a smile.
Ah, mom! Happy Mother's Day!
Speaking of the majestic statue of Wu Zixu and recalling the delicious Gaochun crab, people will naturally think of Gucheng Lake, the great mother of Gaochun people. It was she who selflessly nurtured generations of Gaochun children with her own milk; It is she who has achieved the brilliant career of generations of Gaochun people with her broad mind ... the wisdom of Gaochun people can shine here; The ambition of Gaochun people can be realized here; The simple enthusiasm of Gaochun people continues here ... She is our pride, our pride, and it is with her nourishment that Gaochun radiates more attractive brilliance!
Gucheng Lake, located in the south of Gaochun County, is named after the ancient "ancient city" near the lake, commonly known as Hu Xiaonan. With an area of 32 square kilometers, it is one of the top ten natural lakes in Jiangsu. Facing the vast lake swaying in the breeze, although it is not as rough as the waves, it always feels that an army is pressing in, which makes people afraid. Looking around, Tianshui is the same color. In the distance, the horizon in the distance is like a delicate silver line, stitching up the sky and the lake and boating in it, just like swimming in a world of scrolls. The charming scenery makes people linger.
Our mother lake is not only beautiful in scenery, good in water quality, but also rich in products, which is the source of the happy life of Gaochun people. In the rippling lake, there is a warrior wearing golden armor-crab, and fish and shrimp with silver light.
They always appear in fishermen's nets, on people's tables and in people's laughter. With the formation of green ecological environment, crabs in Gucheng Lake are more likely to run wild all over the world. According to statistics, in XX, the area of crab stocking in our county was 205,000 mu. The total output of crabs is 7.75 million kilograms, with an output value of 55,000 yuan, and the per capita income of farmers in the county is 6,226 yuan. What a considerable number this is! It shows the rapid growth of people's economic income, the rapid improvement of living standards and the rapid development of aquaculture, and isn't it our lovely mother behind all this? It was she who opened her broad mind to us and gave us space and opportunities to explore. Isn't it silently showing the true nature of a great mother? With the changes of the times and the development of science and technology, we have also paid a heavy price for environmental pollution. The water quality of Gucheng Lake is declining year by year, and our mother is facing the entanglement of diseases. In the past, the lake was crystal clear and fish and shrimp played. Now? Pieces of domestic garbage and industrial waste water are devouring mother's youthful face, waiting for them is her haggard and our sadness. Don't forget, she is our mother! Nowadays, mother is facing bad luck, and we children, still unconscious, are still hurting mother unscrupulously. Have we forgotten all the ancient "nurturing grace"? Have we forgotten all her selfless efforts in the past? Her sincere dedication has brought endless harm and a group of selfish and greedy beasts. How dare we call her mother again? Maybe she is moaning, maybe she is crying and sighing, because she is struggling in the abyss of pain. Don't we know what to repay? Don't we know how to protect our mother? Don't always use "too far from the ground" to shirk your responsibility, and be kind to every ditch and river around you. Although none of this matters, the ditches are connected. Perhaps the pollution of a small river today is laying the groundwork for the destruction of Mother Lake tomorrow. Have we ever thought that if Gucheng Lake disappears one day, it will be replaced by industrial sewage or piles of garbage. At that time, where can we find fish, shrimp and crabs? Where to find happiness? What does our life and even our life depend on? Wastewater? Remember, there can be no second Gucheng Lake!
Just like our mother is irreplaceable! Polluted mother lake, didn't it pollute our own blood vessels? Nowadays, not only Gaochun Gucheng Lake, but also the whole country and even the whole world are troubled by water pollution. Although all kinds of measures have been exhausted, they still have no effect. I think the key is ourselves. We say that it is everyone's responsibility to protect water resources, but how much have we actually done? Cherishing water resources is not just talk. Talking is not giving orders to others. Cherishing water resources is an idea, an action and a manifestation of wisdom. Cherish water resources from bit by bit: the tap is on, you can turn it off without wasting it; No littering ... enough, but have we done it? It is not difficult to cherish water resources. It is difficult to cherish water resources all your life. It's hard to make it a habit.
Come on, let's act together, and let the "mother" regain her youth with that grateful heart, and let Qian Qian's eternal "mother" youth stay forever. Never let the last drop of water in the world become the tears of mom and us!
On the 5th, I want to go out to play with my parents during the holiday. My mother said there was nothing to see and suggested going to the biggest flower market in the city, so a group of people drove straight to the flower market.
In the morning, I visited the market with my parents. Because the market is too big, I am tired soon. I sat in a small man-made scenic spot for customers to rest, but my mother was full of energy and she was still shopping. Nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, the children all said they were hungry, but there was no sign of their mother. They searched separately and finally found her. They drove to a small restaurant nearby and had a casual meal. Mother said, "Go and play somewhere else. I'm here alone." I suggested that my father accompany her, and she said, "No, I'm free alone." The daughter said to her, "Grandma, you are really fascinated by this!" " "I said," is it? Your grandmother is crazy about this. "In this way, my mother was still in the market, so we wandered around the city for a while and then went to Luopu Park to play. I didn't go in because I was a little tired. I lay in the car and rested alone, thinking about my mother's love for flowers and plants.
Speaking of my mother planting flowers and grass, it has been several years, and it has to be traced back to more than ten years ago.
At that time, my father had just retired and went home, and my youngest sister was in junior high school. My mother is relatively much more leisure. She doesn't play cards or mahjong, and she doesn't like playing, but she likes flowers and plants. So after finishing the housework, she planted flowers and grass. After years of careful cultivation, my mother's home has long been a garden. There are flowers and plants everywhere in the house, yard, bungalow, balcony, stairs and gatehouse, which has become a world of flowers and an ocean of grass.
In spring, the first thing to open is the winter jasmine. Then there were many flowers, and I couldn't name them the second time.
On the fifteenth day of the first month every year, it is still warm at first glance. When the village was still full of small sand left over from winter and the chilly spring cold in early spring, the mother's house was already full of gratifying golden color, and the row of vines of the winter jasmine fell vertically from the gatehouse. A string of small yellow flowers are all smiling, drumming little cheeks, facing the still cold wind and blowing the song of welcoming the Spring. Whenever I go home to visit my parents at this time, I don't walk into the house, but I see warm golden yellow from afar; Whenever this happens, I have the urge to jump into the warmth, so I can't help but speed up my steps and almost rush into the house like running to call my mother.
The hot summer is coming, and we children who work in the city like to run to their parents' homes whenever we are free on holidays. First, I miss my parents, and second, I am attached to my mother's cool and poetic courtyard. Pomegranate flowers are fiery red, peony hibiscus is in full bloom, and colorful and green cherries are covered with branches. Become that kind of cool and brilliant, and I can't help but be happy.
In autumn, azaleas are in full bloom in the yard, and Jin Ju 'ao is frosty; In winter, plum blossoms welcome the cold, and holly and orchid leaves are green. At this time, when I go back to my parents' home, there is almost no place to sit. There are flowers and plants everywhere in the yard, living room and wings. Mother is afraid of freezing her baby, so please pick them up from the ground and come inside!
My father didn't like flowers and plants at all. Because of my mother's ears, in recent years, I have also run a "garden" with my mother, and planted flowers together every day. With the support of my father, my mother began to sell flowers again.
One day three years ago, my mother came to live in my house (that is, for three days). Once she was wandering in the street and saw someone selling flowers, she began to talk to others. She is very happy to see someone waiting for someone to buy flowers leisurely, and the people who buy flowers are also very happy and want to try. With such an idea, when she got back, she immediately took action, loaded the extra flowers at home with a tricycle and sold them in a nearby village. Later, she went to the flower beds and flower markets in the city, selected some flowers suitable for rural courtyards, raised them, looked at them and sold them herself. Usually, as long as anyone has something she doesn't have, she will come to buy it. I heard that there are good flowers or gardens there, and she will take pains to find and collect them. She is happy when she sees her flowers and plants, and even happier when she sees her flowers bought by others. She made a beautiful yard and brought her happiness and beauty to thousands of families. That is to have a rose with someone, and there is still a lingering fragrance in your hand!
To tell the truth, there is no shortage of money at home. Her father's pension is enough for her parents to live a good life, and with her children's meager filial piety, she doesn't need to do that. My mother told me that planting flowers and selling them is also a way of playing. Some people like playing hemp, some like playing cards, some like dancing, and some like visiting. I like growing flowers, which is better than all of them. I enjoy beauty and sports, which is many times more than sitting at a card table all day. Yes, my mother is in the flower business and has made many friends who like flowers and plants.
Motherly love is a wonderful song, which sings the truest feelings of all people. And I, deeply intoxicated in this touching song.
I will never forget that night. When I had been studying math and physics for a long time without success, a large piece of water mist appeared under the table, which blurred my lenses. I said impatiently to the person under the table, "What are you doing!" "It's cold, help you soak your feet!" She never explains much when she does it. I followed her and gently took off my shoes and socks.
She gently put my foot in the water. Suddenly, a warm current rushed into my body and slowly bred in my heart. I looked down at her. She was not as old as a literary work. Her hands are still white, her hair is still black and shiny, and she ...
No, I'm a little dissatisfied with my idea. Not all young people are mothers, but those who are squatting at the table and wasting their youth for their daughters are mothers.
She rubbed my feet gently and rubbed warm water under my feet from time to time. "Cold, I pour some!" "She got up and said to me. I suppressed my inner feelings and made a weak voice: "Yeah! "
Warm water heats water, my lenses are blurred again, and the air in the room is warmer.
She squatted down again and tried the water temperature. "It's a little hot!" She seems to be talking to herself. Ready to stand up again, I grabbed her: "Nothing, just burn it!" She frowned, one hand pressed my feet, and the other hand shook hot water in the basin and rubbed it at my feet. I don't feel hot
When I looked down again, my white hands had turned red, and my lenses were blurred again, not only because of the water vapor.
When the water warms up, she gently wipes my feet with a dry towel, just like wiping her books. Then gently put my feet back in the slippers.
She stood up again and said, "Go to bed early, don't do it too late." I looked up at her and replied, "Hmm!" She put down the footbath and was about to open the door when I gently stopped her: "Mom!" " ""well, what's the matter! " I choked back the pain in my nose and said, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " She smiled and said, "My daughter works harder. How tired she is doing her homework! " Then he opened the door and went out.
The fog on the lens has been lingering for a long time. Just like my heart, it can't be calm for a long time.
How wonderful the song of mother's love is, it belongs to the sun, because it will bring warmth to people and it will last forever. I am destined to be warmed by this song. ...