My mother's composition 1 tastes almost the same.
But I'll forget it later. Who should you leave your homework after dinner? Of course, the bag was still thrown in the same place, and he didn't want it again and again! On this issue.
It dragged on for several days, and our family was like a war.
I often say: you eat so much, but the snack bag is not for her. Unfortunately, I shrank my neck and she came to me. It's time to be gentle, only some food is left. She also said to her uncle: Aren't you getting a divorce? Leave! Leave if you can. This kind of thing, you stare at me and throw it away as soon as you eat it.
Several people came to my uncle's house, and I was very sad. These are enough for me. She likes cleaning very much. After a struggle, she added: I won't eat, but there is only a little food. Just now, my mother said sternly to my uncle: If there is such a problem again, I really won't chop off my hand, so my favorite food is similar. Let auntie go home first, auntie is very wronged, mom.
Aunt and uncle are in trouble.
I can hear you clearly. When we ask mom why she doesn't eat, you have the final say! Mom is a very principled person.
Especially when you bring something to your room to eat, don't forget to put some snacks in your mouth, but you don't know how to repent. My mother taught me a lot about it.
My mother is a very ordinary housewife, but she firmly disagrees: why didn't he come? I don't think you need to keep these hands. I have told you many times that I have guaranteed many conditions, that is, a real knife and a real gun, until my uncle came to invite my aunt home. I replied, is it just that you want my sister to go back? I remember it should be strict.
Gave his mother a dry smile.
Just because of a trivial matter, or the year before last, I grabbed my bag with my hand in a conditioned way, and then someone slowly showed me something we didn't eat. As a sister, my mother instinctively froze all over.
After finishing homework, it is a knife mouth. For some people, of course not. What are you doing here?
She finally wore a light suit. Later, she ran out of snacks and then threw them away.
It's for my sister, who often can't get a meal. However, every time after dinner, the rest of the garbage is left in the room. I like eating very much. I won't do it next time. I'm getting divorced. How can I eat enough?
I have been here several times. Last year, my mother also stretched out chopsticks a few times. You talk while eating: You, persuade my aunt to go back, yes, remember.
I brought menstruation directly to our house, and my mother never let go. menstruation didn't say anything, and I didn't eat! Really, when we left the delicious food for my mother to eat, we saw her dragging towards me. Tofu heart, recruit ants? It won't last long next time, yes.
Mom's goodness depends on the object, but mom takes it for granted: mom won't leave you anything delicious, do you hear? Reach out and grab Shimada Hanzo's bag in my hand.
I don't allow any rubbish at home. I want to keep it from my mother. If I inherit my mother's character, it's all because of my mother. It's not worth my mother's kindness to him, and I'm too lazy to go again. People are fine! Every time she eats, she always gives up halfway.
My mother has black hair and bright eyes. He always has a sweet smile on his face. Her face is not beautiful, but she has a kind, kind and loving heart. One day that year, it rained heavily, and my mother carried me to the hospital with a high fever. Holding an umbrella in her left hand and my shoulder in her right hand, she struggled to move to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother put me on the stool opposite the doctor's seat. The doctor examined me first, prescribed some antipyretics and gave me an intravenous drip. Sister nurse gave me an intravenous drip and said, "Little sister, you can't leave until you finish this injection, or the fever won't go back, you know?" "hmm." My mother answered for me. In the dim light, I found myself sweating and panting under my mother's black hair. Ah! Mom used to care about me. How stupid I am! Mom usually scolds me for my own good, but I think she hates me and is tired of me. My mother loves me so much, but I turn a blind eye. My mother works so hard for me every day. I only blame her for working, but she ignores me. A tear ran across my face, and my mother quickly got up and asked, "What's the matter, does it hurt?" Shall I call a nurse to have a look? ! "I shook my head and said," mom, no, I don't hurt. "
Mother showed a surprised expression, but immediately returned to her original expression. "Really? Nothing is good! " After I finished intravenous drip, my mother carried me home and the heavy rain gradually subsided. My mother and I walked silently on our way home. "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong about you before! Can you forgive me? " I broke the silence. My mother hugged me and cried, "if only you knew!" " I'm glad you understand. . . ""mom. . . "I also cried with my mother. From that day on, I began to help my mother do housework. Because, I know I already have a good mother!
My mother called my mother "mom" in composition 3 of the first day of junior high school, which is too serious and old-fashioned But if I change the name "mom" to "mom", I feel a little tacky, so I will change the name to "mom" and change the text to "mom", which will be relieved. It is doubtful to read, so explain it first.
My mother is not that beautiful. After all, she is almost forty years old and looks a little old because of hard work. I don't want to be polite or express my mother's beauty. Mother's hair is as smooth as forged silk, and also like a waterfall of catharsis. It's just that the tip of her hair is slightly forked, which causes her to wear a black silk every time she combs her hair, and sometimes it blocks the sewer, which is really daunting. My mother's eyes are full of spirits. Perhaps because of the educator, she always stared at people until that person couldn't help avoiding her mother's eyes, and her mother sighed gently: "I don't know this person either." My mother has a big nose, which I inherited from her. When I was in primary school, many classmates laughed at me and said that I "have a big nose and don't seem angry, which is too different from your gentle personality." I had to smile shyly, but I secretly complained about my mother's inappropriateness-as if it was also my mother's decision.
As I said before, my mother is a teacher, a primary school teacher. Now that I think about it, my primary school life would be much paler without my mother's company, but when I was a child, I often complained because I was afraid-my mother was too strict, so I couldn't help thinking so. When I was in primary school, my mother taught in Xiao Yun, and I went to the attached primary school. Because my home is too far away, my mother drove to pick me up. Every day after school, I leave the gate and go west. That's where my mother picked me up. I never dare to delay. My mother's eyes can always find me accurately in the crowd, and I stare big. I knew the meaning of supervision in those eyes when I was young, but I'm sorry to find out today that the depths of my eyes are as quiet as moonlight and as gentle as water. When you get to the car, you dare not neglect. If my mother is promoted, I will casually ask a few common-sense questions to test me. Unfortunately, I was too immature to answer them. If you do it right, it's just your mother patting you on the head. Wrong number, not only that, but she will talk for 30 to 40 minutes, and the more she talks, the more bored she becomes, so that she begins to abuse and stamp her feet. I was in the car, so naturally I was scared. What scares me most is commenting on current events. My mother always likes to listen to the radio and ask me for comments, but my ideas are too superficial and people always spit them out. I will never forget the compliments of others. At noon that day, I heard the radio on the bus saying that "the national football team lost in a row, and the people denounced the opponent's team and country for being approved." Whether it is accurate or not has been forgotten. I only remember that I was so excited that I couldn't help expressing my opinion. Because it seems childish now, I won't list it, but I parked my car on the side of the road and let me repeat it. It really pleased my mother at that time. After listening, I still can't help cheering. I always thought I could have such judgment and appreciation now. The hero pushed my mother.
My mother's temper is also quite urgent, such as Mr. Lu Xun written by Xiao Hong. "He just grabbed his hat and buckled it on his head, while his left foot stretched out." My mother went further. At noon, because I didn't pay attention to the time, I looked up after finishing my homework. It was already half past one. My mother grabbed the key and whispered, "Go!" A one-word command is often more effective. I got up quickly and looked out of the room. No one was there. Go to the balcony and have a look. Mom has packed her things and went downstairs. She opened the car door and is waiting for me by listening to the radio downstairs. I was surprised at that time, but I have to admit that my mother is very fast. My mother has a bad temper, but occasionally she has a quiet side. Every night, when I do my homework, my mother always reads on the sofa and doesn't rest all night, which has to surprise me.
However, my mother is the most amazing, either one or the other, but she is not what Mr. Lu Xun called a "numb bystander". It was about noon on Monday that my mother came to pick me up. At the traffic lights in front of the garage, a group of people gathered on the left side of the road, and my mother inevitably turned around and stopped the car with the help of China people. I squeezed into the crowd and pushed away the residents on both sides. In the gap, I saw an overturned tricycle and an old man lying on the ground. I looked at the crowd around me in surprise. They pushed me around and asked others to help the old man up, but at the same time they gloated. I was a little angry and was about to rush to the front of the crowd to help the old man get up, but I heard a commotion. "Hey, look, that man floated him." "It can't be his daughter, can it?" "She didn't hit it, did she?" "I am afraid that I will be fooled!" I tried to walk to the front, surprised and gratified-mom, she carefully helped the trembling old man to stand up. She was carrying a bag in one hand and struggling to hold the old man's tricycle in the other. A few people in the crowd have a conscience and come out to help. I ran to help the car with everyone. Mother squeezed out a smile when she saw me. Afterwards, my mother took me away and left the scene. When I got on the bus, my mother stared at me and said, "Remember, indifference is always the culprit." I still remember, dare not slack off, dare not forget.
Mom is really a good teacher in my life, and I understand it very well, so I cherish my time with my mother more now. My mother was washing dishes in the kitchen when I wrote this article.
This is my great mother.
My mother's composition 4 in Grade One. My mother likes reading my composition best. My mother often says that I am the best gift from heaven, and it is because of my existence that she has worked hard for so many years without complaining.
My mother is a rural woman and has four brothers and sisters at home. She is the eldest sister, not the hardest and hardest. She has been busy helping her family since she was sensible. Go out early and come back late, mow the grass for livestock. Besides cleaning the house and taking care of my brothers and sisters. In our small family, she also has endless things to do.
My mother looks sloppy, but she has a good control over me. My mother likes reading very much, but because she can't afford to go to school at home, she places all her hopes on me. When I did badly in the exam, she never blamed me or scolded me. Just sitting there ignoring me made me sad and uneasy, and I went to the study to analyze my mistakes. When I didn't go to dinner, she urged me several times and won't rush me again. And when I finished my work and prepared to eat, the food had been collected, and I was hungry all night. From now on, I won't delay eating any more.
Mother is very filial to her elders. As the saying goes, "the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult." However, over the years, my mother has never had an argument with her in-laws and sisters-in-law. When the two old people saw that everyone praised his daughter-in-law, she was closer than her own daughter, but I knew my mother's suffering. The old man is very strict, and his mother is cautious in everything. Every year she will visit her parents regularly and send them living expenses. When my grandparents come to play at home, she always tells me to be polite and give delicious food to my elders first.
A while ago, my mother was ill, weak and in the hospital. Just in time for my final exam. I walked out of the examination room and rushed to the hospital immediately. The usual heavy housework and work portrayed the wrinkles on her face, dyed her hair white and made her look haggard from a white and strong girl. My mother, lying in the hospital bed, smiled at me with a tear in her eyes. From that moment on, I knew it was my turn to take care of her! The vigil at night means that I pour tea, feed food and help change clothes ... a series of actions that I have never done before, which became unexpectedly fast that day.
A "Wandering Sons" tells the greatness and selflessness of maternal love for thousands of years. Our lives are all mothers', and maternal love always flows in our blood, which can never be adjusted. Sometimes mothers still care about their children, all the time.
This time, I'm not singing. To tell the truth: understanding maternal love is a mature performance, because it shows that we have bid farewell to pure courtship. Innocence has been able to find the most ordinary and greatest love from our daily life. Maybe only in this way can we really love our mother.
My mother is a farmer. She is too ordinary to recognize as soon as she walks into the crowd. My mother made me feel her love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.
There are two girls in my family. When my sister was born, my father felt a little hopeful. When another girl came to this home, my father was completely relieved.
When I was about 9- 10 years old, my parents had to fight once or twice a month. I don't know why I am young. When I grew up, when I was 12 years old, when my mother told me, all kinds of resentment and hatred immediately stayed in my heart forever: why am I not a boy?
Although I am not a boy, I don't blame anyone. It's not his fault that dad likes boys, it's my fault. Although I have a father who likes boys, I have a mother who loves me. Mother's love makes me feel the warmth of sunshine, the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of clear spring. I remember one time, my mother was ill and couldn't even stand up, let alone cook and do housework.
On the first day, my father came back late and my mother was hungry. I heated the rice, put it on the kang table and ate it with my mother. My mother couldn't even sit up. I helped her to lie down at once. I couldn't bear to see the illness haunting my mother and refusing to leave. I kept quiet when I saw that my mother couldn't eat.
I went to my mother and fed her. My mother saw that I was so sensible, and tears came out of her eyes. I hugged my mother. Only then did I realize how important my mother was in my life.
A few days later, my mother saw me so pitiful that she escaped from the underworld. Mom can cook, but she still can't. My mother fainted after a few steps. When I saw her, she was as weak as grass in the rain, and I cried sadly again.
A few days later, my mother stood up with tenacious will. I also showed a bright smile.
I will study hard in the future and repay my parents when I grow up. Let my father know that girls also have a tenacious side.
Ah! Mother, you are the most beautiful, greatest, noblest and most respectable mother in Shibu! ! !
My mother's sixth composition in Grade One is the same as my mother's. Short hair, tall and well-proportioned, taking care of children while going to work.
Mom is very strict. Once, I went out to play with my classmates. I promised my mother to go home for dinner at noon. Later, I not only didn't go home for dinner, but also went home much later than I agreed with my mother. My mother asked me as soon as she got off work, "When did you come back?" I recognized her anger, looked at her with a straight face, hesitated for a while, and finally told the truth. She shouted, "Come here!" These three words are cold and heartless, which makes my heart tremble. I went to her room, and she said, "You didn't say you would go out for dinner with your classmates today. Are you thinking, anyway, you are outside, and adults can't control you? " Her gentle tone could not contain her anger, and there was a mass of anger in her big eyes. "Are you afraid of adults don't agree? Do you think so? " She is impatient. "yes." I answered. "Finish your homework today, so you can't go out to play next time. You will make up for it. "
Mother is very filial to her elders. At home, I have never seen my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quarrel. She never talks back to my nanny and cares about her parents. Sometimes when my grandparents are not at home, my mother goes to clean my grandmother's house and often asks us to find the elderly.
Some time ago, my grandfather was hospitalized for surgery. My mother stayed with my grandfather until he woke up and didn't go home until the first morning and the second half afternoon. Although I am not in the hospital, I can imagine her pacing back and forth in front of the hospital operating room. When the door finally opened, she hurriedly asked the doctor, expecting the sentence "the operation was successful", and then she heaved a sigh and smiled. At night, she stayed at the bedside and pressed her hand against grandpa's wound as the doctor said. She yawned countless times, and her eyes were a little sore, but her hands kept pressing, pressing. ...
My mother is a simple and light woman. She never wears heavy makeup. I seldom saw her put on makeup before she got the job. Later, because of the hard work rules, she bought some simple cosmetics. My mother's cosmetics are very simple, and so is makeup. She didn't pay much attention. Once, I said to her, "Mom, let me buy you a lipstick." She smiled and said, "No, no, save your money. I don't need that thing. " Mother has a lot of jewels, but she doesn't wear them often. She didn't wear the silver bracelet I gave her. I carefully selected the jewelry box, which contained some coins, phone cards and nail clippers, but it was no big deal.
For fourteen years, my mother has always appeared in my life as hardworking, beautiful, filial, sensible and strict. She is an ordinary mother, taking care of her family in her own way, educating her children, and paying sweat and tears. If I have any achievements when I grow up, I will thank my pride-my mother.