Chapter 1: Grateful Mother's 800-word Composition Collection Mother, an ordinary person, cares about our growth; Mother, a real person, cares for our lives; Mother, a hardworking person, also needs our care and love for her.
We should be grateful to our mother, and we should repay her. Be grateful, say thank you to your mother and send her a flower; Give mom a happy and complete family. How much sweat did mom put into cultivating us into adults, studying hard, and hoping that we would live better in the future? Mothers all think so. What do they expect? If you don't win honor for your mother, won't you live up to her expectations? Mom, she cares about us day and night, rain or shine.
Once, it was cloudy and there was a class. Wow, it's raining heavily, and the ticking sound is ringing regularly. It's raining hard. What should I do without an umbrella? At this moment, it was raining harder and harder, and my heart was in a mess. I didn't listen to several classes in a row. "Ding Lingling ..." I have to go to the remedial class to write and watch my homework after school! It's not far from here, but it's raining heavily and densely. What shall we do? Just then, a familiar figure appeared in front of me. "It's mom, it's mom!" I ran over, and my mother took out a dress and put it on me, and put on a raincoat for me. I don't know why, but I feel that this dress is particularly thick and warm. I looked at my mother and felt "drums" in my heart. Why? When I got home, my mother caught a cold, insisted on going to work, picked me up and sent me. She won't tell us whether she feels sick or not, for fear that we will worry. Once I went home to do my homework, because I was distracted, and my writing was a bit sloppy and not serious. My mother gave me everything I could tear and wipe and asked me to do it again. I'm a little unconvinced Why did you tear it for me? I did it again in desperation. This time, I will write carefully and do it seriously. My mother looked at it, nodded and finally passed. I can't help being happy.
From one example to another, every movement of a mother shows maternal love. Let's thank her together!
Chapter 2: Grateful Mother Composition 800 words In my life, there are many people who thank me, and the one I thank is my mother, who made me grow up.
My mother is the head of a kindergarten. She has black hair and big watery eyes. There is a tall nose under her eyes and a glib mouth under her nose. She likes wearing colorful clothes and dressing up.
That was when I was in grade one. It's stormy outside the classroom, and a burst of thunder seems to stimulate every nerve of mine, which makes me more and more afraid. I sat alone in the classroom. At this time, there was a burst of voices in my ear. I immediately leaned out of the window. It's my mother. I saw my mother standing alone on the playground in a downpour. I didn't have an umbrella. I immediately went downstairs and walked to my mother. My mother opened the umbrella and said, "Let's go home." I said, "Yeah." On the way home, my mother inclined her umbrella beside me again for fear that I might catch a cold. Suddenly, my mother slipped and my umbrella fell somewhere else. My mother immediately climbed over to pick it up, ran to my side and continued to hold an umbrella to shelter me from the rain, and then continued to go home. I looked down and saw that my mother's knee was bruised and bloody, but she still ignored it. I said, "Mom, your knee …". "No problem, son." She went home casually and went straight to the kitchen to cook for me. I looked at my mother's back and my eyes were wet.
Another time, my mother was worried that I couldn't write my composition well, so she contacted teacher xx to help me write my composition. When the teacher gave the composition the title "My Good Friend", his mind went blank and he didn't know what to write. The teacher patiently counseled me and said, "Your best friend did something good, so just write down what impressed you the most." It suddenly occurred to me that xx helped the old man push a tricycle full of vegetables, and I wrote it down at once. And according to what the teacher said, it must be written in accordance with the six essentials of the narrative, and finally completed and handed over to the teacher. The teacher saw it and encouraged me to say, "How well written! Go home and send it to the computer to show the teacher, and then modify it. " When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother said happily, "son, you are really good!" Send it to the computer and send it to the teacher. " My mother looked at me word by word and accompanied me to finish this composition.
Mom, when I grow up, I will repay you. I will study hard. Please rest assured. Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you!" " Thank you. " .
Today, I want to talk about my mother.
My mother is neither a successful woman nor a leader in a certain field. She is neither full of literary talent nor brilliant eloquence, but she is the most grateful and beloved person in my life. She gave me life, taught me to talk, taught me to walk, taught me to be a man ... She was the first teacher in my life. However, what moved me most was not only that, but that she got up early every day to make breakfast for me.
Remember that morning, I got up early for a while. As soon as I opened my sleepy eyes, I found an interesting faint light outside the window. who is it? What are you doing?
With full of doubts, I pushed open the wooden door, only to find my mother cooking breakfast for me in the kitchen. Obviously, she didn't find me, but it's not hard to find that she was so tired by the light. I didn't speak. I just looked up at the dead sky, looked down at the watch on my wrist, and then I couldn't help it anymore: "Mom, why are you up so early?" It's only 5 o'clock! " I am distressed to say that my mother was first stunned, and then cheered up and said, "What do you say? I'm, I'm fine, I'm not tired, and I'm used to it every day. Oh? What are you doing here? Why don't you go back to your room and sleep? Hurry, hurry back, don't catch cold. " "But ... you ..." I don't know why, but I can't say it. It choked my throat and made me feel indescribable. "Forget it, go to sleep!" I can hear that my mother is a little anxious at this time. "The leng wear stem? Go! " My mother got angry and scolded me severely. In order not to make my mother angry, I went back to the house. My mother helped me tuck in the corner of the quilt and went to cook with peace of mind.
Lying in bed, I can't sleep anymore. How can I sleep? Thinking about the usual dribs and drabs, I don't feel like tears, and then secretly looking at my hard-working mother through the corner, I can't help crying even more fiercely. At that moment, I didn't wipe the tears off my face, but let him flow freely, let him flow into my mouth and let him soak the pillow towel. But that morning, on the way to school, I didn't feel cold or scared. Because I know that there has always been a sun composed of maternal love, which illuminates me, warms me, dispels the haze for me and gives me a blue sky. It was also that day that I knew that only studying hard was the best way to repay my mother's kindness.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Bathed with a thick maternal love, I am the happiest grass, and my mother's kindness can only be obtained through my life's efforts.
Chapter IV: Grateful Mothers Composition 800-word Collection "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures ..." Whenever I hear this song, I will think of the scene where my mother loves me ... My mother loves me with her eyes. When I was sick, my mother's eyes were anxious; When I was asleep, my mother's eyes were kind; When I study, my mother's eyes are proud ... My mother loves me with both hands. When I fell, my mother helped me up and patted me on the body. When I carry a heavy schoolbag, my mother will carry it without hesitation; When I was in trouble, my mother patted me on the shoulder, which made me feel a kind of strength ... I know that in my mother's eyes, I am my daughter and I am everything to her.
One thing I will never forget is that when I came home from school in the afternoon, I curled up on the sofa, shivering and sweating, and the sofa was wet. How much I wanted someone to care about me at that time! Just when I was uncomfortable, my mother came back and saw me curled up, as if reading my mind, touching my head and saying, "What's the matter, daughter?" What's the matter? "I said three words weakly:" I feel dizzy. " Mother hurried to get a thermometer to take my temperature. Suddenly, I realized that I might as well be a mother! Mom is like a worm in my stomach and knows what I'm thinking. A look at the thermometer: 40 degrees, my mother immediately carried me to the hospital. On the way, my mother wiped my sweat and touched my head for a while. My mother is already sweating, and my tears are falling like broken beads. Finally, we got on the bus, and my mother muttered, as if telling the driver to drive faster, faster. She stamped her feet straight, like ants on hot bricks ... One minute passed, ten minutes passed, and my mother became more and more anxious. Finally, she went to the hospital-twenty minutes. For my mother, the whole world has disappeared, and she only has me in her heart. When I was lying in the hospital bed with an infusion, my mother finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at me with a smile, while I was already asleep. After writing this, I can't help singing "Only a mother is good in the world ..." 。
I said to her in a complaining tone, "Why did you come?" Why don't you wear a raincoat? What if I get wet? Take an injection and take medicine when you have a cold. "My mother looked down like a child who made a mistake and said," I was worried that you didn't get wet by your raincoat, so I came over quickly. " .
I have nothing to say. My mother cares about me. When I was about to go home, the sky stopped crying and recovered its former glory. A rainbow appeared in the sky. I think: this is God, who is also moved by maternal love, and will not continue to get wet with his mother.
Some people say that mother is like a vast sky, and we are birds flying freely in it. I think my mother is like a hard gardener, and we are just small trees moistened by water. Some people say there is no eternal love in the world. I was wrong! Mother's love is eternal, and she is a star that never falls.
Chapter 5: Grateful Mother's 800-word composition collection "Mother" What an ordinary and resounding name! How many spring, summer, autumn and winter, the mother always pays for her children and works day and night for them. Children are the mother's thoughts, the care linked by blood, the deep affection of falling leaves and the painstaking efforts.
The mother gave her youth for her children, her forehead was wrinkled and her hair was dyed white. However, what remains unchanged is her love for children, which is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. When children fail, it is the mother who comes to comfort them first. When children succeed, it is always the mother who supports them. In order to repay everything my mother has done for me, I decided to give my mother a "surprise" before Mother's Day! In order to realize this "lofty ideal", I got up early and looked into my mother's room. Oh, mom is still in a sweet dream! I crept into the kitchen like a soldier spying on the enemy.
I quietly turned on the gas valve, first poured some oil into the pot, touched the eggs on the stove, and fell into the pot, only to hear "splash!" With a cry, the oil star suddenly splashed; Then, I used a shovel to "avalanche" in the pot, but sometimes it turned too hard and turned the eggs over to the stove; Then when the egg is almost ripe, I sprinkle a little salt on it; Finally, slowly put it into the bowl with a shovel. I put my "masterpiece" on the dining table and put my elaborate greeting card beside it. Then, I quietly picked up the broom and cleaned the "partners" around me. I didn't let go of every gap. Then, I picked up the rag and carefully wiped every corner of the room. After a while, I came to "overwhelming" and there was no dust at all; After a while, I came to "wait for the rabbit" and surrounded the dust with a rag. Although sweat ran down my cheeks, I didn't care, and soon the dust was swept away. I sat on the sofa and looked at the fruits of my labor, and I was very proud.
Finally, I quietly went back to my room and hid under the door to peek at my mother's performance. After a while, my mother woke up and opened the bedroom door, which startled her. I walked slowly to the table, picked up the greeting card and looked at the food on the table. I couldn't help laughing with relief. I walked quickly to the living room and said loudly, "Happy holidays, mom!" " "My mother smiled at me and said," My daughter has grown up! "At this moment, I remembered Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer," The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body. "I am very happy to see my mother eating the food I made myself.
Thanks mom, I will definitely repay you with my own practical actions!