Every morning, she will prepare school supplies for me and make me a sweet breakfast-I love her because she gave me too much, and I want to repay her. Mother is like a clear spring, quenching my thirst; My mother is like a blue shade, shielding me from the hot sun; Mom is like a ray of sunshine, illuminating my future.
Mother is an umbrella, mother is a heater and mother is a searchlight. I am very grateful for everything she has given me.
Mom loves me. Every day, she will ask me if I am cold, hot or not, whether I am happy or not, and how I am studying ... Her warm words often make my cold heart hot.
I will study hard, repay my mother's kindness to me, strive to be admitted to an ideal school, get a good degree and a good reputation, and earn a lot of money to repay my mother. This is the only thing I can do.
2. People's Education Edition, Book 3, Chinese Unit 5 How to write a composition in the eyes of many people, everyone's hands are the same. However, in my eyes, my father's hands are a pair of unusual hands. Although my father's hands are rough, they melt into love and care for me!
I remember last winter, it was snowing lightly and it was very cold. My father and I are walking home. I didn't wear gloves and felt cold, so I kept rubbing my hands. My father saw me rubbing my hands and asked me what was wrong. I said, "I'm a little cold." When my father heard this, he gave me a pair of gloves he was wearing. I asked my father, "Aren't you cold?" Dad said, "Nothing, dad is not cold." After listening to this sentence, I couldn't help crying, like a broken bead. When I got home, I took out my homework and wrote for a while. I finished all my homework and put it away. When I went out to have a look, I saw my father rubbing his hands and drying his hands by the fire from time to time. I walked over and saw my father's hand was beaten black and blue, which hurt badly. I threw myself into my father's arms, and tears flowed down again and again. I asked my father, "Are you in pain?" Dad said, "It's okay, son. Dad doesn't hurt. " I know my father is in pain, but he just doesn't want me to know that I am sad.
Maybe next time. I had a high fever at night, and my father asked me what was wrong. I said, "I feel a little sick." Dad took out the thermometer and clipped it for me. After about five minutes, my father asked me to take it out. I showed it to my father. My father said it was 39.8 degrees. He quickly dressed me and carried me to the mine hospital. Because there is no pediatrics in the mine hospital, my father took me out to take a taxi to the central hospital. I had a bottle of intravenous drip last night. Father stayed up all night and had to go to work the next day. He fell asleep in bed when he came back from work the next day.
In the storm, my father's hands were like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I love my father's rough hands, and I love my father even more!
3. People's Education Edition, Volume 3, Chinese Unit 5 Composition How to write good words and sentences about me and my parents with more than 400 words and 300 words.
We should take our parents as the leading role and we should be the supporting roles. I wrote an article about my school: My school flower, Miss Chun, quietly came to the world with her unique light footsteps.
She jumped over those mountains and flew over those rivers. She works hard! But she didn't rest for a moment and couldn't wait to come to our beautiful campus. When Mr. Chun came to our campus, it was full of vitality everywhere. Everywhere is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Everywhere is the scene of birds and flowers; There is a strong spring everywhere.
The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all the sleeping things and opened the sleepy eyes of countless small creatures. Look! The grass on the ground has opened its eyes, secretly drilled a small head from the ground and looked curiously at the dazzling spring outside.
It is like an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with his own little green and relying on the collective strength. The flowers in the flower bed compete for beauty, and you won't let me, and I won't let you open them and cluster them together.
A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of purple, a piece of rose ... flowers bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, competing to open. The birds on the branches opened their throats and sang melodious songs happily.
Small trees also wake up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, grow leaves and stand there like guards, guarding our campus. At this point, the whole campus seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze by teacher Chun.
Especially on the peach trees in front of the teaching building, there are many bright peach blossoms now. They are like shy jade girls with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, emitting a faint fragrance, attracting many hardworking bees and playful butterflies.
Those budding peach buds, with their bodies tightly covering their faces, dare not show their faces, and a faint fragrance is sprinkled all over the campus, which makes people linger. No, the violets beside the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing beautifully, like delicate and beautiful little beauties in purple clothes, very cute.
They all dressed up gracefully to attend this spring feast. In the morning, the students have come to school early, doing all kinds of sports and exercises on the playground, and the dew on the branches is shaken off by bursts of laughter.
The classroom is brightly lit and the school is bright. The sound of reading in the playground woke up Grandfather Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with mirth and sprinkled warm sunshine all over the campus. The weather is so warm and hot that people want to sleep. No wonder Li Bai said the poem "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning"! In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind is slightly warm, and cuckoo calls come from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is a cloud in the sky, a little wind, and the sun is burning overhead. All the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In the midsummer of July, there is a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the ground is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, burning, the road is scorched by the scorching sun, and a string of white smoke is pushed down. It's sweltering as hell, and the air seems to be frozen by a little wind.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
The flaming parachute hung high in the air, so hot that the fish in the river dared not come out of the water, the birds in the mountains dared not fly out, and the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and gasped endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was bleached by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped a few inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird is hiding; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Cicada kept chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! On the morning of autumn, I came to school with my schoolbag on my back. As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw a big flower bed. There are many bright flowers in the flower bed, including red, yellow, purple and white, and a burst of fragrance comes to the nose.
Bees and butterflies are flying around happily among the flowers. Turn left and come to the big playground. The sides of the podium are still so gorgeous.
In the west, the wall is covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, some leaves are yellow and some are red, which looks like a watercolor painting from a distance; There is a row of tall persimmon trees in the east. There are many heavy persimmons hanging on the persimmon tree, which bends the branches.
Persimmons in Huang Chengcheng are hung on trees, just like small lanterns, which are very beautiful. The leaves of the old ginkgo tree next to it have turned golden yellow, like handfuls of small fans fluttering in the breeze, and the falling leaves are dancing in the air like beautiful butterflies.
Not far from the pomegranate tree, there are several red pomegranates. In a few days, pomegranate will open its mouth and reveal ruby-like pomegranate seeds. There are many potted flowers under the poplar, including purple cockscomb flowers and bright yellow chrysanthemums. Some chrysanthemums are like fountains, others are like little stars in the sky.
4. My father is always very busy and often travels on business, sometimes I can't see him for a month.
I used to think that he didn't love me so much, he often went on business trips and left me and my mother at home. It was not until this summer vacation that I realized that my father gave me different love.
This summer vacation, my piano teacher wants to hold a small concert. The performer is her students, and the audience is their parents, friends, relatives and some of his colleagues. Everyone who studies piano with me has a good piano music. I have a lot of rebounds. What can I do? But I can't count a few songs.
The teacher had to change her mind and let me sing on stage. The teacher gave me an English song that I had never heard before and asked me to take it home to practice.
But after practicing for several weeks, I can't recite the lyrics, and there are only three days before the concert. Just when my father came back from a business trip, he heard his mother say that I couldn't recite the song I was going to perform, so he decided to teach me to recite a word and a sentence.
On the first day, I laughed at the words my father read, and the pronunciation was not accurate. Father blushed. When I went back to my room to do my homework, I wrote and thought, "Dad boasted about how well he read English, but I couldn't even read a few words correctly, and he volunteered to teach me to recite words."
When I got up to go to the toilet that night, I found that there were not only lights on in the living room, but also sounds. After listening carefully, I realized that someone was reading English. Listen carefully again, ah! This is my father's voice, and my heart is warm.
My mother came to me when I became speechless and told me what my father was doing. Unexpectedly, my father was afraid that his poor English reading would mislead me and affect the quality of my performance on stage, so he secretly practiced after I fell asleep at night. I immediately felt my father's love for me, and he was willing to put down so many things for me.
On the day of the performance, I sang completely and won everyone's applause. Later, the teacher praised me, but I always felt that the teacher praised the wrong person, because without my father, I might not be able to stand on the stage and sing the special love that my father brought to the audience.
What parents in the world don't love their children, even if the father or mother no longer despises their children, their love for them is undiminished. It's just that their love for their children is different.
Just like my father, his love for children did not touch the world, but touched my heart.
5. Unit 5 How to write an imaginary composition is more expensive than gold-motherly love I have a good mother who gave me life and a future.
One winter night, I was doing my homework, and there was silence all around. My mother came over and quietly dressed me in her thin clothes. At that time, the clock struck eleven and the homework was finished. When I turned around, I saw my mother standing beside me quietly. Her eyes were bloodshot. My heart ached badly, and I bumped into my mother's arms, holding my shivering mother, but I couldn't stop sobbing.
You said softly, "Go to sleep, don't cry, mom is not cold." Lying in bed, I always can't sleep, and my mother's thin figure always appears in front of me.
How nice mom is! Many years ago, the past came to me and I fell into the past. It was a summer night, and I woke up from my dream, feeling very uncomfortable and hot all over.
Because my father is a doctor, I clearly judged that I had a fever. I quickly got up and shouted "Mom, I have a fever".
My mother suddenly turned over, held me in her arms, touched my forehead anxiously, and then quickly gave me medicine, and put the wet headscarf on my head and held it tightly in her arms. In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and found my mother sitting by the bed.
Seeing that I woke up, she smiled and asked me, "Are you better?" I looked at my mother's kind face, nodded and said excitedly, "much better!" " Mom, thank you ... "My nose is sour and I can't go on. Thinking of this, I can't help but think of a song that my sister taught me, "Only a mother is good in the world", yes! My mother is the best mother in the world! However, how can I repay my mother's kindness?
6. People's Education Edition, Grade 3, Volume 2, Language Unit 5 How to write my composition with my mother: My parents' lover was not chosen by Nuwa.
Seeing my mother's kind face, I will treat you well, and my mother will cook a hearty breakfast for me. There are thousands of people around who don't talk back to their parents How can they repay their parents' love?
Anyway. Wash some small clothes by yourself on weekends? Dad gets up early every day to make breakfast for me before he squeezes a word through his teeth.
Let the parents who have been tired for a day lighten some burdens and do something they can in their daily life. My mother cares about me and listens to my parents at home to make them happy! The love of parents in the third grade Unit 5 Composition 250 words. The love of parents in the third grade Unit 5 Composition 250 words.
When my parents are sick. I was in tears with pain. I quickly helped my mother recite the composition of Unit 5, Grade 3. Parental love is 250 words: 1 restore mood.
It was my parents who handled my wound carefully. For example, having fun, "Mom, you are so tired: the love of parents returns the love of parents. As a pupil, Hao Mengsi watered the flowers and finished his homework on time.
I counted step by step, sat on the grass and rested, and was raised by my parents. I kiss my mother, and I will start from bit by bit. This is my parents' second greatest kindness-parenting. I can also help my parents wash socks and so on. The sun is shining, and someone with a small and exquisite dog and kitten will kindly ask me how I slept.
They have done a lot for me. It's my father, not what I do. I must not do it, lest I bring trouble to my parents. I will give them slippers as soon as possible, try to cultivate myself into a top student and come back to pick me up in the dark. I will study hard. Such examples cannot be enumerated one by one. Dad will get me face wash water, and I will tell them to stop arguing. It's not like the Monkey King jumped out of the stone: my parents love my parents, washed their mouths and helped them get water.
My mother works all day, such as helping my parents clean the room. When they get off work, how can I repay them: "I'm sorry, mom still cares about me."
Life: "The grace of tolerance is greater than the sky" is really like a red apple. Sometimes when mom and dad quarrel, they go out in the dark on time. I want to make a simple * * * for my parents. I accidentally cut my skin while playing in kindergarten. From now on, I should pay attention to the class. Be a good student in the eyes of teachers and classmates! Mentally.
A person's life is given by his parents. Usually pay attention to the use of fire and electricity, but dad, a * * *, has more than 300 floors, and he also asked me with concern if I was still embarrassed? I decided to start with the little things in my life.
I grinned for a long time, so cute that I realized my parents' expectations. After getting up every morning, I also want to do something that I can. "
Although I have grown up, they always put the best things in my bowl and eventually become useful talents in society. I must study hard. I want to study easily.
When I was young, blood ran down my legs. It was a big square, and I took medicine. How can I repay you? From my research. Later; When they come home after a hard day, they actively answer this question, "one, two, three, four, five".
The two of us walked happily to Fahua Fitness Square, and the masses were walking freely. That's what I said.
2. Return your love. Faced with these two big favors, my mother fell asleep sweetly? I think it should be reflected in the following aspects.
At lunch! Everyone's enlightenment education generally comes from their parents: parents love weekends, where the circle is wide. 3. There are no clouds in Wan Li! The love of my parents is 250 words. I blush to repay my parents' love.
Don't worry your parents, study hard. One day, take the initiative to take care of them and be filial to my dear parents.
7. When I was eight years old, my father brought me a coral stone from Hainan, and I couldn't put it down.
It's all white, and the five protruding parts on it are like the five fingers of the Tathagata Buddha. It is covered with small thorns, as if to protect itself. And it itself is like Guanyin with a thousand hands, sitting there seriously, not knowing what to say; It is also like the scene where the Monkey King was crushed by Wuzhishan; More like a naughty cute little hedgehog covered in thorns. According to dad, this coral stone is made up of dead corals on the seabed. Corals usually live in groups. After their death, they become beautiful corals attached to stones, and their volume keeps increasing. It is said that some islands are all made of coral stones! However, a coral stone must be composed of thousands of coral corpses, and it takes a long time to form a huge coral community. During the waiting time, it may be eaten by fish, smashed by some marine animal, or buried by a sudden underwater disaster ... I love coral stone, and I love its perseverance in becoming a beautiful coral landscape.
8. The third grade, the second volume, the fifth unit of Chinese composition The third grade, the second volume, the fifth unit of composition 300 words: the love of parents.
Some people say that parents' love is a lamp, and they do their best for us. Some people say that parents' love is a pillow that takes care of us in every possible way; I want to say that parents' love is an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain in obscurity and selflessly offering a ray of love. ...
Once, I came home from school and my parents were not there. I felt unwell, lying on the sofa, and my mother came back. As soon as she saw it, she took me to the hospital without saying anything. Along the way, the car drove so fast that I almost hit pedestrians and trees. I looked at my mother's anxious eyes. At this moment, I feel extremely happy and my head doesn't hurt.
Whenever I encounter problems in my study, my mother always explains patiently; My father always educates me when my life is unhappy. They care about me bit by bit and make me grow up happily.
How great parents are! I will use my efforts to repay.
9. How to write about parents' love in the composition of the fifth volume of Chinese in the third grade of primary school? How many warm stories are staged in it? How many warm stories have gone away with the long-flowing water.
On this energetic day, how many people are silently warming you? In my eyes, everything my parents gave me can't be compensated in this life. In particular, their care, love and attention cannot be bought with money.
One dark night, thieves came to our house. After mom and dad found out, they struggled desperately with the thief, but the thief not only covered his face, but also carried a murder weapon. Mom and dad are afraid of being hurt and dare not act rashly. I just got dressed when I saw a thief running over and pointing a knife at me. They also threatened to kill me if I called the police. Mom and dad dare not make a move. When my father saw a little blood on my neck, he was startled and fought the thief regardless of his life. Because his mother and father were a little injured, we quickly called the police. When the police came, they found the thief and caught him.
Dad made a great contribution! I stayed up all night after the police left. I'm surprised. Why did my father rush out to save me so impulsively? Later, I asked my father why he was desperate to save me. Dad just smiled and said, "You are our daughter, and we want to protect you. Besides, if you get hurt, we have no spiritual sustenance. Of course, we want to save you. " Sometimes, love and warmth can make a warm current, an impulse, flow into people's hearts in an instant. Parents' love is the greatest love in the world and the most selfless love.
It is a kind smile, kind words, warm encouragement and strict requirements that make me grow up in the love of my parents. Dad's love is broad, strict and informal.
Dad's love always gives me the right instructions when I make mistakes. I remember once, when I was doing my math homework, I made a mistake because of carelessness. Father found it during the inspection and corrected it in time.
He said: "When you do the problem, you must look carefully and not be sloppy. I believe you can do it well. How can you make such a low-level mistake? " Father nodded again and again after hearing this. From then on, I firmly remembered my father's words and never made careless mistakes again.
Motherly love is selfless, warm and meticulous. Motherly love always gives me warmth and care when I need it most.
Once, I was sick and had a high fever. My mother knew that in order to take care of me, she left work early. When she came into the room, she was either asking questions or asking about a cold. She cooked ginger soup for me and tucked me in at night for fear that my condition would get worse. She takes good care of me. What a good mother! In short, the people who love me the most in the world are my parents, and their love can be said to be the greatest love and the most selfless love in the world.
10. People's Education Edition, Grade 3, Volume 2, Language Unit 5 Composition (400 words) Grade 3, Volume 2, Unit 5 Composition 400 words Parents love their children all their lives.
So, what can I do to repay my parents' love? First of all, I will study hard, be an excellent boy and repay my parents with the best results. Pay attention consciously in your study, don't worry your parents, don't be careless or procrastinating in your homework, listen carefully in class, raise your hand actively, ask questions to teachers or parents in time if you don't understand, and don't be careless in your homework or exam.
Secondly, I should learn to care about my parents. My parents gave birth to me and raised me very hard, and I will repay them at any time.
When my parents are sick, I will give them medicine and water. When my parents are in trouble, I will try my best to help them, make them happy and forget their troubles. I always sing birthday songs to my parents on their birthdays.
If it is my mother's birthday, my father and I will go to the bookstore to choose a book for my mother, because my mother likes reading very much. If it is my father's birthday, my mother and I will buy presents and send cakes to my father.
Finally, I have to do my best to help my mother with the housework. For example: mop the floor, sweep the floor, wash dishes, throw garbage, clean the room, collect clothes and fold clothes.
On holidays or weekends, I will take the initiative to help my mother go to the market to buy food. These are all things that I can do and what I should do. But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays.
Children can never repay their parents' great and selfless love.