Grateful mother's sixth grade composition 1 "The thread in the mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but an inch of grass has won much love." Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, sang the most beautiful emotion in the world ―― the love between mother and child!
I heard such a touching story: "A young mother caught up with a wolf at an amazing speed when she saw a wolf take away a baby in its infancy. In despair, she jumped on the wolf's back. The wolf was frightened and ran for hundreds of miles, but his mother was still on the wolf. The mother beat the wolf crazily until she saved the baby. "
An ordinary mother shows superhuman strength when she releases her maternal love. It can be said that the power of motherhood is better than the laws of nature. CCTV has a public service advertisement of "washing feet for mother", which is about a lady washing feet for her old mother. All this was seen by her young son, but she also imitated her mother's appearance and brought her foot washing water.
I thought to myself: Otherwise, I will wash my mother's feet once. I thought about it, moved a big basin of water, and staggered to my mother like a little boy in a public service advertisement. "Mom, I will wash your feet today." I squatted on the ground and said a few words. Before I finished, my mother smiled so brightly that the wrinkles on her face disappeared. She said, "Yongkang has really grown up!" "
However, when I picked up my mother's feet, I found them so dry. What good feet! I touched my mother's foot with my hand, and the dried skin cut my hand like a knife. There are peeling and some rubbing marks on toes, soles and heels. Look at my small and tender feet, so smooth …
I held my mother's foot with one hand and rubbed it gently with water with the other, trying to hold back my tears. Those disobedient tears kept spinning in my eyes, and I kept my head down from my mother. But in the end, I really couldn't help it. The accumulated tears suddenly poured out and flowed to my mother's feet. Crystal tears are mixed with foot washing water. I stroked my mother's feet carefully.
Ask: "Mom, does it hurt?" She smiled and said, "silly child, how can cocoons hurt?" Remember? You were naughty when you were a child. When I wash your feet, you always beat the water with those little feet, splashing it all over me, and you still laugh. How naughty! Now that you are grown up, you can wash your mother's feet. Mom is old! "
My mother used to wash my feet. I washed my mother's feet for the first time today. I feel that I have suddenly grown up and can work for my mother. In the future, I will help my mother work more, do my homework on my own initiative, study hard and be a good boy to reassure my mother.
Grateful Mother Composition 2 Students, let's talk about a topic: What is gratitude? Some people say it is a reward; Someone said thank you. Let me tell you that gratitude actually means giving back. There are too many people who make us grateful, such as teachers, fathers, mothers and grandmothers. I can't even count them. Then why should we be grateful? For example, after my mother gave birth to me, my father went to work in other places to make money. My mother takes me with one hand and does housework. Later, I broke the bowl. Looking back now, I was too ignorant when I was a child. When I was 8 years old, I often had a high fever because of my tonsils. Whenever I have a fever, I lie in bed. Late at night, I was sleeping. My mother was afraid that I would have a high fever again, so she always stayed up all night. Every time I wake up, I find my mother still around. I still have a towel on my head, and tears roll in my eyes every time. My mother still insisted on going to work in the morning, and then I made up my mind: I must get full marks in the future to repay my mother's kindness to me.
In March, the sun is shining and colorful. This is a warm season, a season of gratitude and a season of reward. Time is like a song, remembering my mother. In our country with a long tradition of respecting the elderly, the name "mother" has given us too much present and future.
Then how should we young pioneers be grateful? I once did an experiment, it was an afternoon. When I came home from school, I opened the refrigerator, took out beef and coriander, sliced the beef, and then put the beef and coriander together in the pot. I only heard the sound of "crack". I fried them with a shovel, and soon the beef soup was ready. I put steaming beef soup on the table, waiting for my mother's "arrival". After a while, my mother came back. Seeing the beef soup, I asked who made it while doing my homework. I said, "Try it yourself." My mother tasted it and said, "You must have done it." (because my mother has tasted it before) I nodded.
Actually, we can use other methods. I got full marks in an exam once. When I got home, I told my mother about it at once. My mother was moved to tears and held me in her arms.
We should repay our mother and think from her point of view. In my heart, I will always hear that "only mother is good in the world"
Grateful Mother's Sixth Grade Composition 3 Who gave you the most sincere and cordial care on the bumpy journey of life? Who cares about you and has been giving you selfless dedication? Who tirelessly teaches you the truth of life? Who is worried about the trivia of your daily life? It's mom!
Every morning, mom is the first to get up and cook you a delicious breakfast. Look at the way you eat, she will laugh! In the evening, it is mom who waits for you to come home from school at home, and then, take out sweet snacks! At night, it is your mother who sits by your bed, covers the quilt you opened for you, and leaves the mark of love on your sleeping face! These are the best testimony of maternal love!
I remember in the middle of the night, my stomach ached badly, and my mother found me. She picked me up and rushed downstairs, standing at the intersection anxiously waiting for a taxi! About three or four minutes later, my mother couldn't wait and went to the hospital behind my back! The road from home to the hospital is more than 2500 meters, and my mother ran away abruptly! The doctor in the hospital concluded that I had acute appendicitis. If I went to the hospital half an hour later, I would have to have an operation! Because I was sent to the hospital in time, I recovered after a few days of intravenous drip, which is all thanks to my mother!
Afterwards, I asked my mother, if you can't even carry a bag of 25 kilograms of rice, how can you carry me over 30 kilograms? Mom said with a smile, I didn't think much at that time, just wanted to send me to the hospital early, save every second and minimize the harm to me! It turns out that it is the powerful force of maternal love that supports and drives the mother!
Maternal love, although not as thrilling as historical epic, is not as shocking as the sea. She is like a spring rain, moistening things silently; Just like an idyll, long and pure; She is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead sculpture and leaving it fresh and natural; She is like an affectionate song, melodious and unforgettable.
Mother is a beacon in the sea, pointing out the right direction for children; Mother is an umbrella in the snow, shielding her children from the wind and snow; Mother is a red candle burning silently, illuminating the road of life for children!
If my mother is rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If my mother is the moon, then I am the star holding the moon; If mother is the sun, then I am the light around the sun!
Finally, I want to say, "Thank you, Mom! You brought me to this beautiful world! You gave me bright eyes, you gave me a smart mind, you gave me a healthy body ... and you gave me everything! "
Grateful for Mother's Sixth Grade Composition 4 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." Every time I sing this song, I will think of my mother's love for me. My mother was pregnant in October, so I came to this wonderful world and had many friends, relatives, teachers and classmates. They all care about me. How happy I am! So I want to thank my mother.
My mother cares about me very much and won't let me suffer no matter how hard and tired I am.
I remember one time, the weather was very hot, but the weather was not beautiful, so there was a power outage at this time. The room is as hot as a steamer. At this time, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, and my mother was awakened by the heat. I said, "You go to sleep, and I'll fan it for you." Well, I nodded. Mother shook the fan in her hand, and a cool wind came out of her fan, and I fell asleep slowly. I had a sweet dream. When I woke up, I saw my mother still fanning me, but her clothes were soaked with sweat. I care: "Mom, are you okay? I'm not hot. Go to sleep! " "Mom said," Nothing, you go to sleep. " After that, I fell asleep again.
Another time, after school, it rained cats and dogs. I am waiting for my mother to send me an umbrella at school. Soon, my mother's familiar figure appeared in the rain. My mother came over and gave me an umbrella, and most of my body was wet by the rain. "Mom, lean on the umbrella!" "Mother was silent and shook her head with a smile. I don't know if it was sweat or rain running down her cheeks.
My mother asked me to do some housework before, and I was very reluctant to do it. Even if I did, it would be perfunctory. As a result, my mother made it herself. In the evening, I didn't sleep after my mother came back from overtime. I'm watching TV. In the morning, I always sleep late. Can't recite, often lose his temper. It really worries my mother! In the future, I will definitely get rid of these bad habits and take the initiative to help my mother do some housework within my power. Because I am a fifth-grade student, I want to learn to cook like an adult to reassure my mother.
Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I want my mother to know that I am grown up and sensible now. I don't want my teacher to worry at school, but my mother worries at home. Study hard, repay your mother with excellent results, and be a useful person to society!
Mom, thank you!
Grateful for my mother's sixth grade composition 5 I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, it had flown somewhere. -inscription
It's late at night, looking at my roommate's familiar face and listening to her loud voice, I can't sleep anyway. I can't help thinking of my mother who worked hard for me all day. I can't say how thick I am.
When I was a child, I always laughed at my mother for being ugly. My mother didn't say anything After a long time, I heard my mother sigh softly. When I was a child, I was not sensible, and I never felt sorry for it.
Once I got 765,438+0 in Chinese because I didn't listen carefully in class. I was at a loss and trudged home. I don't know why today's road is so short. When I met an acquaintance on the road, I bowed my head and looked up to see their mocking eyes. Unconsciously, I was already standing at the door, and my mother had cooked the meal. I can't help it I jumped into my mother's arms with a "wow" and burst into tears. I know, my mother's tears are iron tears!
Mom, when I was a child, my daughter did too many things to make you sad. Now that my daughter has grown up, I know those "hateful" practices when I was a child. My daughter is sorry for you! But I still don't have the courage to admit my mistake to you. I can only say sorry to you one hundred times and ten thousand times in this article. I hope you can forgive your daughter. "Mom, I want to tell you, but I can't swallow it when it comes to my mouth."
Mom, I see the wrinkles around your eyes and the white hair on your temples. This is the trace carved by ruthless years! No matter how beautiful a person is, he can't escape the ravages of time. I hate that old man. He took away your beautiful youth. I know there is no truth in a mother who doesn't love her children, but she is not good at talking, dear mother!
Dear mom, it will be mom's 60th birthday in a few days. I am proud of my two mothers. On this sacred day, I have the same high respect and heartfelt admiration for them. Good luck to you and your mother!
Today is March 8th Women's Day. In order to celebrate my mother's holiday, I decided to make a beautiful card for her myself. How to make greeting cards? Just when I was at my wit's end, my mother's usual inculcation and meticulous care suddenly appeared in front of me. I suddenly feel very sorry for my mother. I didn't help her back when she had a backache. She was tired all day, and I didn't help her wash the dishes. When she ...
Thinking about it, warm tears began to fall from the corner of my eye. At this time, I told myself not to cry, but to express my love for my mother with actions. Thinking of this, I wiped my tears and decided to make a greeting card. What shape should I cut? Suddenly, it occurred to me that I should cut it into a heart. Most hearts are rosy. Why is it a heart? Because the heart can express one meaning, that is, I love you! Of course, perfection is essential. I drew one picture after another, but none of them looked good. It took me more than ten minutes to cut off a satisfactory figure. I brought some colored paper, a pair of scissors and a pair of double-sided tape. I folded my love in half, cut off some extra exposed ones with scissors, cut yellow colored paper into strips, put double-sided adhesive on one of them, then slowly tore off the white paper stuck on the colloid, and carefully put the yellow note on the dotted line between the hearts. Cut a smaller love, stick double-sided tape on its back, then tear it off and stick it in the middle of the big love, and then draw a circle around the big love with a yellow pencil. In the blank, I wrote in blue ink: My mother is a quilt on a winter night. When I was shivering, my care and warmth made me sleep peacefully; Mother is a beacon in the darkness. When I lost my way, vague light and hope let me find my way. Mother is ...
I also drew two hearts together, representing that I will always be my mother's intimate little cotton-padded jacket, which will never catch fire! I also drew a yellow rose. Listen to others say that yellow represents luck, so I hope that luck can follow my mother all my life!
In the evening, my mother came back from work. I smiled and opened the door. Looking at my enthusiasm, my mother felt uncomfortable. I smiled and said, "Happy Women's Day on March 8th!" After that, I gave my mother the greeting card hidden behind me. When my mother saw it, her eyes were full of tears and she said excitedly, "My daughter has grown up!" " "
I also sang a song for my mother, named "Only my mother is good in the world"! I thought to myself: Mom, it is not easy to be a mother from my pregnancy in October to my birth and then to my upbringing. I must be filial to my mother and repay her with excellent results!
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, many moon cake shops have high, middle and low-grade moon cakes, and my father bought a tube of paper moon cakes. When I saw it, I wanted to peel it off and eat it. My father said to me, "Don't be greedy, eat after enjoying the moonlight." After enjoying the moonlight, my father seriously peeled off the paper moon cakes, and my heart's desire was also peeled off. My eyes are fixed on moon cakes, eager to taste sweet moon cakes.
Father piled the moon cakes into pieces with a knife, put down the knife, grabbed a piece with his hand and shouted his mother's name. My mother replied happily, running from the kitchen to my father's side, shyly opening her mouth and holding the moon cakes that my father handed me enthusiastically. From my parents' eyes, I know that love tastes sweeter than moon cakes.
My mother is older than my father. Not long ago, my mother had a decayed tooth that needed to be pulled out. At the moment when the dentist picked up the pliers, my mother suddenly got up and wanted to run away. My father suddenly hugged my mother's shoulder and scolded her sharply. My mother sat down like a child and opened her mouth. ...
My sister was admitted to the national key engineering university 2 1 1. At the moment when the admission notice was handed to my mother, my mother took out her reading glasses, looked at them, chewed them word by word, and said, "It costs tens of thousands of dollars to finish college." Our family is so poor, where did we get the money? " Father took it in his hand, read it aloud, and then smiled: "This girl really lived up to expectations, and her parents' hard work was not in vain. As long as she graduates from college and finds a good job, our life will be better! "In order to fulfill my sister's college dream, my father went to work as a coolie and my mother went to pick up waste.
My sister was hospitalized because of illness in college. When my mother heard the sad news, it was like a bolt from the blue. She cried her eyes out. Because my sister is in hospital, the family is heavily in debt. My mother became ill because of overwork and anxiety. Father gently wiped his mother's body. Wrapped in sadness, he carefully asked her: "If there is an afterlife, do you still recognize me as a husband?" Mother turned grief into joy and said with a smile, "I think so!" " Although you have a bad temper, you can always afford all kinds of things at home ... our two children are still young ... we must support them! "The father hugged his mother and said without hesitation," We will certainly raise our two children in any difficult situation! " "
At this moment, I couldn't help crying and let my tears keep flowing downwards.
Grateful mother sixth grade composition 8 "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Every time I recite this ode to a Wanderer, a warm current flows into my heart.
I went from birth to toddler, to babbling, to a slim girl. When did I grow up without my mother's blood and sweat? That time without mom's care? The time when my mother didn't take care of me? My mother gave birth to me and raised me. How hard my mother works! I want to thank my mother for her hard work for more than ten years.
The past came before my eyes. ...
In the dead of night, knowing singing in the trees, the trees rustled in the wind. A mother bird in the nest is taking good care of the bird, and the bird slowly falls asleep under the touch of her mother. When I get home, I'm going to bed. I have herpes on my feet, which hurts and itches. I can't catch it. It made me toss and turn in bed, moaning. This is really painful.
Seeing this, my mother quickly sat on my bed and rubbed my feet while applying medicine, trying to make me fall asleep quickly. But the pain is so terrible that I can't sleep anyway. I looked at my mother. Her face is pale, her eyes are dull and her hair is unkempt. Even if she wants to sleep again, she pretends to be very energetic in front of me and doesn't worry me. But I know my mother is working hard now, and she is just covering it up. It's late at night, and I'm still suffering from illness.
My mother saw me in such pain and said sadly, "Hey! If only the pain could be transferred to me. " Hearing this sentence, my tears came out unconsciously, and a feeling of happiness flowed into my heart. I really want to sleep, but I can't sleep anyway. It itches badly. Where it itches, mom will touch it for me. I was so itchy that I fell asleep sitting on my mother's lap. But my mother took care of me all night and never slept a wink.
I want to thank my mother for bringing me into this world, for her meticulous care for me and for her hard work for my growth!
A drop of kindness should be rewarded by spring water. Besides, mom has done so much for us, how can we repay her? We can only repay her with strong body and good grades.
Maternal love is great; Motherly love is pure; Maternal love is noble. Mother always thinks of us, and we should learn to repay her.
Ah! Mom, thank you for everything you have done for us!
Grateful mother sixth grade composition 9 walking slowly like a car, strolling by a harmonious lake, sucking the sweetness of love; The leaves turned into boats and carried me into the harbor of love.
Past events, like a tide, accidentally opened the floodgate of memory, and all the dusty old dreams broke free from the shackles of the soul and flew away at this moment, which reminded me of my thinking about love. Love is the golden key to open the door of life; Love is a tarpaulin umbrella; Love is a kind of giving, which makes me feel grateful.
Cold plum fighting snow, love is so loyal; Leaves are dancing, and love is so beautiful. I have stomach trouble since I was a child, and it is my mother's meticulous care that keeps me from suffering from the illness. But one night, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, tossed and turned, and felt sick. After a while, the pain intensified. I vomited in bed for a while, and then I passed out. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I was already lying in a hospital bed.
Later, I learned that my mother braved the heavy rain to send me to the hospital overnight, and my "little life" was saved. But what about mom? Because I was caught in the rain, I had a high fever ... this is the power of love, and this is the footprint of love.
I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and then I was discharged. After returning home, I watched my mother grow old day by day, and the years ruthlessly carved wrinkles on her face. My heart ached, and tears swirled in my eyes from time to time.
In order to repay my mother, I had an idea when she went out on her birthday. I wrote "Happy Birthday to you" on a big piece of paper and posted it on the wall. I followed my mother's example and kept my room spotless. When my mother came back soon, I turned off the light. As soon as the door opened, I sang a birthday song and lit the lamp. My mother was so happy that she came up to me and kissed me. I am sweeter than honey.
My mother gives out leaflets every day. In order to thank her for her kindness, I took out 100 yuan and wrote on the paper: You have worked hard. Then I help my mother hand out leaflets. When my mother received 100 yuan and a note, tears began to fall. I know my mother shed tears of joy.
"Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life …", this song sings the feelings of love. My parents are full of love for me, and I learned to be grateful under the growth of love.
Love is a pearl, shining with bright light, and love is a soft tune that sings the true meaning of life; Love is a mirror, reflecting my outstanding life.
Gratitude is like a clean and transparent spring, which can never be sprayed out. Sometimes serving a glass of cold water to parents after a hard day's work is to do something for them. All this is gratitude. I think the best gratitude to my mother is to wash her feet. That day is Sunday, which is what we call March 8 Women's Day. This day is the birthday of mothers all over the country, and it is also a day for children to thank their mothers. On this day, I was sitting in bed watching TV when I suddenly saw a video of a five-or six-year-old child massaging his mother. He put his hand on his mother's shoulder and massaged ... I was very touched. Then I thought about it in my head. What should I ask my mother to do? Suddenly an idea came to my mind, that is, to help my mother massage, but I thought about it again. No, I want something special. Finally, I thought of washing my mother's feet, and then I learned a little pedicure from my aunt's family. My mom will be happy.
So, I set the time for that night. As soon as my mother came into the room after a hard day's work that night, I mysteriously said to her, "Mom, let me help you wash your feet tonight!" " There is another surprise after washing your feet! My mother was very happy and said to me, "OK, I'm waiting for your surprise!" " ! "I'm going to make a pot of hot water and let my mother try the temperature. Mom said, "The temperature is just right. "Then let mom put her foot in for a while. Then I brought soap and put it on my mother's feet. In an instant, my mother's feet turned into white clouds ... finally, I washed the soap bubbles off my mother's feet. After that, I said to my mother, "Go to sleep first. This is my surprise for you." "I used an unfamiliar pedicure technique to give my mother a foot massage. Mom said happily, "Is this a surprise for me?" ? It's so special that it surprises me, my good boy! "My heart is happy, sweeter than eating honey. The happiness on my mother's face has never been seen before.
If we are compared to the flowers of the motherland, then parents are like fertile soil; Cultivate us. We should also bloom beautiful flowers like seedlings to repay our parents and thank our motherland.
Sixth grade: members are born with masters.
Grateful mother's sixth-grade composition 1 1 "A loving mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late, but an inch of grass won much love." This poem has been handed down from ancient times to the present, praising the greatness of the mother and telling the regretless efforts made by the mother for her children.
The first person we saw from the moment we opened our eyes was our mother. She is the greatest person in the world and the most ordinary person. Although there are more and more wrinkles on her face, more and more white hair on her head and more bent back, she is still the most beautiful person in the world.
I remember once, the teacher assigned a special homework, "Wash my mother's feet once". After school, I came home and said happily to my mother, "Mom, let me wash your feet once."
Mom was stunned when she heard this sentence, and then said, "No, son, I'm such a big man. Can I wash my feet myself?"
"Mom, that's not the same. Let me do it. " Without waiting for my mother to answer, I took my mother, sat her by the bed, went to the bathroom to get some cold water and hot water, and tried the water temperature just right. I came to see my mother, and she was a little embarrassed, so she declined and said, "I'll do it myself."
"Nothing, Mom." I took off my mother's shoes, gently put her feet in the basin and rubbed them carefully. I looked up at my mother, who was in tears, and a happy smile appeared on her old feet. At that moment, I couldn't help it anymore. Tears flowed down like a flood. I cried because my mother's feet were covered with cocoons. Those feet used to be so beautiful, but they became rough for me. After years of hard work, beauty has faded. I just found out that my concern for my mother is far less than her love for me. My mother and I embraced, and there were tears in laughter and laughter in tears. Tears are shed for my mother, and I thank her for her unrepentant efforts for so many years. The flower-like smile bloomed for her daughter and finally grew up.
I remember a saying: "We used to leave tenderness to strangers and temper to those closest to us. Tell the truth to strangers, no matter who is closest to them. " When I first heard this sentence, I laughed at its absurdity. However, this is also true. How much love do we have for our mother?
Mother's Day is coming. In this great festival, let's say "thank you" to our mother.
Grateful Mom's Sixth Grade Composition 12 If you ask me who I want to be grateful for most? I will answer without hesitation: "What I want to be grateful for most is my mother." My mother is the one who loves me the most and cares about me the most. Although I am tired of my mother's nagging, I know from these nagging words that you care more about me than the mountains and the sea. But I didn't listen again and again.
I remember once, when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was vaguely awakened by my mother. After I was woken up, my mother went to make breakfast. I got up lazily. Just dressed, the sky is gloomy. I know there won't be good weather today. I saw my mother coming to take off her clothes in a hurry on the balcony and handed me a dress to put on. It's very cold today, and I hate wearing more clothes in this ghost weather. I threw my clothes aside, put on a long-sleeved dress and went downstairs. My mother said softly, "It's time for dinner." "Oh." I'm just saying it lightly. I went to the table and sat down for breakfast. My mother saw that I was wearing only one dress and asked doubtfully, "Eh! Why don't you wear a coat? Not cold? " "Mom, it doesn't matter if you wear one less." I said naughtily. "You'll catch a cold like this." Mom said with concern. "Mom, I am so strong, how can I catch a cold? Don't worry. " I said humorously. Mom knows that if I don't want to, no one can force me. After dinner, I was sent to school by my mother. It's very cold in school. I don't have a cold war. Now I regret it. Why don't I listen and wear one more? I finally got to school, but it was raining heavily in this dead weather. I don't have an umbrella or a coat. Today is really my unlucky day. I just stood at the door, shivering, watching my parents pick up the children, but I didn't see my mother pick me up. I had to run back. Just about to step out of school, I vaguely saw a familiar figure-my mother came to pick me up. I don't want to mention how happy I am. My mother handed me her coat and said, "Put it on quickly, don't freeze." I am surprised that my mother didn't scold me. I saw my mother's anxious face. I put on my coat and feel much warmer. When I got home, my mother poured me a cup of boiled water. Drinking and drinking, a warm current welled up in my heart. Although it is just a cup of boiled water, it is colorless and tasteless, but it is sweet and happy when I drink it!
This is my mother, who has been caring for me in every possible way, caring for me and making me grow up healthily and happily!