My mother is a rural woman, with the simplicity and diligence of a countryman.
My mother gets up first at dawn every day, and then goes to the kitchen to cook for me. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, my mother always prepares breakfast for me early. Mother woke me up when the meal was ready. She is afraid that I can't sleep well, so my mother gets up first every morning. No matter how late she went to bed last night, she could get up the earliest. Mother cooked the meal, but didn't eat it herself. She only eats after I finish eating every day. While I was eating, my mother asked me if the food was delicious.
My mother keeps a tight schedule every day, dragging, washing, wiping and so on at home in the morning. I went to work in the field in the afternoon, because the work in the field was too heavy, and my mother's hands had been worn out. My mother makes down jackets in the evening. In winter, my mother will go to other places, where the weather is very bad. Winter is much colder than our home, and there is no heating. Under such difficult conditions, my mother still works until several o'clock in the morning. Due to long-term work with her head down and strong light, my mother got cervical spondylosis and her eyes were a little blurred. I said mom should stop doing this, your body will be exhausted, but mom said I need to work for two years while I can still move! So your brother and sister can go to school. Where else can I get money? After listening, I burst into tears.
Years are ruthless, and crow's feet quietly climb on the mother's face; There are a few more locks of white hair unconsciously. With the accumulation of years, the symptoms left by fatigue are getting more and more serious!
Composition on the topic of mother II. Mother's love
There are many kinds of maternal love, representing different meanings: parents' love for their children is selfless; The love between friends is pure; Our love for the disabled is sincere ... there is a kind of love that haunts us; There is a kind of love that is so selfless and great; There is a kind of love that moves us; There is a kind of love that we are ashamed of ... that is the love of our parents. What I will never forget is my mother's love.
One morning in junior high school, the sun was shining, which made people feel that summer had arrived, so I ran out of the house without an umbrella and only wore a summer sportswear. My mother stopped me and said to me, "Girl, it was very hot this morning, and it may get cold in the afternoon." Please put on more clothes and bring an umbrella! " "I didn't pick up my mother and went to school. Who knows, my mother was really right. It was really dark in the afternoon, and then there was a heavy rain, and the weather became cold. I was huddled up with cold and wanted to go home quickly, but I remembered that I forgot to bring my umbrella. What should I do? How to get home? I regret it very much. Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure quickly came to me, and that was my mother. It turned out that my mother knew that I had few clothes when I went back to school, and that it was getting cold and raining heavily, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so my mother came to bring me clothes and an umbrella.
My mother said to me, "I can only ask for half an hour." I'll go back to work later, and you can go home and do your homework later! " "My mother's words are like a breeze. By the time I pulled back my thoughts, my mother had dragged her tired body and returned to the company with a small umbrella. If I want to grade you, 100 is on time. There is a kind of love-the meticulous love of parents, many of which are or are often easily overlooked! Let's repay our parents' care, love and support when we grow up!
I have read Tagore and Bing Xin, and the sunshine of maternal love blooms in their works. But I read more about my mother. Love, like air, surrounds me all the time.
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I vaguely remember a report: in a village where a mudslide broke out, there were a pair of great parents who left the hope of life to their children. They built a ladder and lifted the children high. Perhaps, there are too many such examples for me to put together, but my mother is also a great person.
You see, she has round eyes, can't make up, her face is covered with black spots, she likes to wear simple T-shirts, and she is slightly fat. I often ride an old tricycle, and the carriage is full of fruits of various colors. Month after month, I go out early and come back late. This is my hardworking mother.
Although she doesn't read many books, she is very concerned about my study. To tell the truth, I am also annoyed with her, thinking that her Mandarin is not standard. I remember one time, the teacher asked us to go home and write silently. Because my father was not at home, I reluctantly asked my mother to help me write silently. Fortunately, I memorized all these words, otherwise, I would be in trouble. I hardly know five of my mother's ten words. I have no choice but to play crossword puzzles. Sometimes my mother reads too far, my brother and I will laugh, and my mother just smiles calmly.
Mother, this resounding name, this great person.
Maybe my mother is the most ordinary person in our life, but my mother has done extraordinary things in this ordinary post. She raised me, worked hard and did so much for me that I will never forget it.
I still remember that time, it was a stormy afternoon, and the wind was knocking on the door of the classroom, and school was almost over. Not only did I not bring an umbrella, but I also wore a thin coat. It's snowing, and I can't see the way home clearly. It's dark, like it was crushed. I was in a hurry and didn't attend the class. Finally, the bell rang. I ran out of the door with my classmates, expecting my parents to pick me up. Soon, their mother came to pick them up. I am anxious to see my classmates leave one by one. After a while, there were almost no people in the school, but it was still snowing. At that moment, I suddenly saw a short figure running towards me,' Ah, it's mom'' I ran over and threw myself in my mother's arms, as if it had suddenly cleared up. Seeing my mother soaked to the skin, I shed tears sadly. My mother took off her big coat and put on my raincoat. I asked,' Mom, aren't you cold? My mother smiled and said,' I'm not cold. Actually, I know my mother is cold. She put on a coat for me lest I freeze. I watched my mother all the way, so I didn't feel much pain. When we got home, my mother said, "I'll get you a glass of water." . I took my mother's hand and said,' Mom, you go and have a rest, and I'll get some water. Mom smiled with relief, and I poured her a cup of thick, loving hot water. My mother was very moved and hugged me tightly.
Yes, how short a person's life is, the power of maternal love is great. I want to say' Mom, I love you' loudly.
Mother's Day originated in ancient Greece and spread to China and Britain in the middle of17th century. English people can take the fourth Sunday of fasting as this Mother's Day. On this last day, young people who leave home will go home and bring big gifts to their mothers.
Mother's Day activities in modern society originated in China and the United States, and were initiated by Amanmjarvis (1864-1948). The first Mother's Day was held in West Virginia and Pennsylvania on May 1908. In this design festival, carnation was chosen as a flower dedicated to the motherland, which can be passed down.
19 13, the National Assembly passed a bill, stipulating that the second Sunday in May is the legal Mother's Day. Mother's Day has spread since then! !
Mother's Day is coming, I want to buy a small gift for my mother!
Today is Mother's Day. My mother told me and my brother not to buy any presents. Just cook a dish for her, but I firmly refused. I poured out the pocket money of a piggy bank and counted it, only 12 yuan. This is because we usually love to improve snacks to an unconscious level.
I just took 12 yuan went to the flower shop and bought a red flower this afternoon. When I got home, my mother was on the balcony and I walked over. I said kindly, "Mom." Mother said naturally, "What is that?" I look like my mother, bow. "Happy Mother's Day, Mom." Mother was very moved. She took the flowers and planted them wholeheartedly next to the trumpet.
I wish all mothers in the world health, peace and happiness, and hope all children are filial. I also hope that our children can try to spend more time with their parents who are no longer young.
One afternoon, dark clouds were gathering and the wind was blowing hard. Just as Xiaoli was leaving school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Xiao Li was on pins and needles in the classroom, like ants on hot bricks. She is thinking, "How can I go home in such a heavy rain?"
Just as Xiaoli was preparing to go home in the rain, her mother came to pick her up. Mother held an umbrella and helped Xiaoli to walk forward with difficulty. After they walked for a while, the storm became more violent than before. Seeing that Xiaoli can't walk, her mother said to her, "Xiaoli, get on her mother's back." So Xiaoli was carried by her mother.
Xiaoli's mother walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the heavy rain. In order not to get wet, she asked Xiaoli to hold an umbrella. The wind blew so hard that the umbrella in Xiaoli's hand was almost blown away by the wind.
There is a wooden bridge ahead. Xiaoli's mother's rain was mixed with sweat and fell down, but she still walked forward as cool as a cucumber and told Xiaoli to hold her tight from time to time.
After crossing the wooden bridge, Xiaoli's home is in front, and Xiaoli's mother runs home as fast as possible.
After returning home, the first thing my mother did was to change Xiaoli into clothes that were wet by the rain. Looking at her busy figure, Xiaoli thought, "Mom is really not easy. She even took me home to keep me from getting wet. She still refuses to rest and is busy with me. I must love her in the future! "
Motherly love is meticulous, selfless and regretless, and it is the warmest love in the world.
If I compare my mother to a big tree, I am a grass growing in the shade. I had always misunderstood my mother, and one day I finally realized how unfilial I was. ...
My mother was very worried about me when she was in primary school and kept sending me to school, so that people would be independent. My mother gave it to me. My classmates always laugh at me for being a stupid duck, and I can't even go to school. That was when I was weak. The headmaster called me to the headmaster's office and gave me a good lecture, and also called my mother over. After that, he told me to take it away, saying that he was going home to reflect. On the way, my mother said. As soon as I heard this, I felt very wronged, so I quarreled: What, I got into trouble because you sent me every day to let others call me a stupid duck, and then I hit someone. You are ashamed of me! "At this moment, I saw my mother, and my eyes trembled with tears. Suddenly, a feeling of guilt crossed my mind. On the way home, my mother didn't speak, but took me by bike, but I felt extremely honored. When I got home, my mother cried on my bed. I was worried, so I went to my mother and said, "Mom … I was wrong, I … I …" I was still.
I want to thank my mother. I want to say to my mother, "I love you, you have worked hard."
In May, the sun is shining, the flowers are in full bloom, and the warm wind is blowing on your face. That's because in this beautiful May, in this splendid season, we once again ushered in the "Mother's Day" of family harmony. Another mother's day, mother, what a sacred and pure word, maternal love, what a deep and heavy emotion. On this warm day, calling a mother is so pure and touching, and it is our deepest name for mother.
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. San Chunhui said, "She sewed carefully and mended it thoroughly, for fear of delaying his coming home late, but how much love does an inch of grass have?" A poem by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, tells the most sincere, profound and touching love between mother and child in the world. It is said that there is the kindest and greatest woman in the world. She is our kind mother. It is said that there is the most beautiful and gentle voice in the world, that is, the mother's call to her children; It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in this world, and she is also our mother!
Since we fell to the ground and cried for the first time in the world, we have become the concern of our mother's life. In fact, our mother only has children in her eyes. What percentage does mother occupy in our hearts? When this beautiful and special day comes, I have prepared beautiful clothes for my mother and future mother-in-law. Both mothers are very happy, and clothes are sweeter than honey. In fact, what her mother wants is that the child has her in his heart, not how old the child is.
The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day. As we all know, grand celebrations will be held all over the world to celebrate great maternal love.
Maybe you don't know that the mother's day initiative originated in a Sunday school in Cafton, West Virginia.
1876, the United States is still mourning the death of the civil war. Anna jarvis said in the chapel commemorating Memorial Day in the United States: "I hope someone can create a Mother's Day somewhere to commemorate and praise mothers in the United States and the world.
Mrs Chavez has served her church for more than 25 years. When she died at the age of 72, her 465,438+0-year-old daughter Anna decided to create Mother's Day to realize the wish of Chinese mothers to pray many years ago.
Anna has written to many famous people, asking students to support enterprises to set up Mother's Day to promote traditional filial piety. At first, the relationship was cold, but she was not discouraged and continued to appeal to all walks of life.
1907 On May 12, Andrevill Church held a ceremony for her mother at the invitation of Anna. The following year, this ceremony was held in Philadelphia, where the response was enthusiastic. Finally, it won the support of the Governor of Virginia and announced the establishment of Mother's Day on 19 10.
Subsequently, the United States and Canada, Mexico and other States held a mother's day recognition ceremony.
19 14, US President Wilson proposed that Congress could adopt a resolution to make the theme of Mother's Day a national holiday, and called on people to "disclose data to show that we need to love our mothers". Enterprises all over the world began to follow suit, thus becoming "International Mother's Day".
Anna originally suggested that the date of her mother's death should be May 10, but in order to make it easier for others to be with their families, she chose the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day.
Mom theme composition 10 mom, I love you!
I saw the hairline on your temple. Although it was still silky black in the morning, it turned into snow at night. That day, you lifted your hair and went to the mirror and said, Time and tide wait for no man! Mom, your smile made me understand the feelings I can't hide.
I see that your hard-working hands and once smooth arms have gradually become wrinkled. I stroked the hard cocoon of your palm that day and distinguished the dense lines on the back of your hand. You pulled out your hand in shock. Mom, your alarm made me feel unspeakable distress.
I see your tired eyes. The woman with bright eyes and white teeth is getting old. Your eyes are no longer clear, but you still send me warm eyes. Your gentleness and beauty are no longer dazzling in the passage of time. But, mom, your concern keeps me full of strength.
Mom, I love you!
For peace, work hard day and night, tirelessly, and ask for nothing in return.
Whenever I come home and see you busy doing housework, I always want to grow up quickly so that you are no longer tired.
Whenever I see you sleeping on the sofa waiting for me to come back at night, I always want to kiss your cheek and let you sleep.
I said, mom, let me grow up quickly, let me go shopping with you, let me cook for you, let me put you to bed, and let me help you cover up. ...
You say, silly child, you have to work when you grow up, so how can you have so much time with me?
Mom, you are always like this, thinking only of me. Your love has filled the void in my life. Your love illuminates the road of my life.
People say that geese cross without a trace. I said, love is perfect! Although the love you gave me is traceless, it is really engraved in my heart, which warms my heart and keeps me moving forward.
In my mind, mother is a strong person. She never cried, and that time, he really cried. ...
That day, I rushed home happily. "Mom, mom, menstruation makes me go to her house." Mother said softly, Oh, I see. "My mother's answer is that I am very dissatisfied. I ran back to my bedroom, sat by the window and looked at the sky. It just rained in Mao Mao. The blue sky is so blue, and snow-white clouds are attached to the embrace of the blue sky like newborn babies. A little girl in the room is looking forward to going to the house for menstruation. On the other side of the room, a tireless mother is preparing clothes, food and supplies for her daughter. ...
Time goes by. Every day at the dinner table, my mother only remembers to pick vegetables for her daughter. It's time to go to the menstrual home in a blink of an eye. My mother took out two big bags of things and accompanied me on the bus. We didn't say anything on the way, but at the moment when we got on the bus, my mother said, remember to go home early! "I nodded and got on the car. The bus is empty, just like my heart. I look back. My mother is waving to me. She looks haggard, her temples are gray, and her face keeps rubbing something. I can't help crying anymore. It flows out like a spring. ...
The car drove faster and faster until mom was out of sight. It's gray and foggy, and I can see some lights flashing. After a long time, I finally arrived. ...
I couldn't sleep well during the menstrual home. Under my various discouragements, menstruation finally promised to take me home.
That day, the sky was so clear. When my mother saw me, she cried and hugged me with excitement. Home is so kind. ...
In fact, in every child's heart, mother has long been regarded as a part and an inseparable part. ...
Motherly love is a glass of milk, thick and straight; Motherly love is the warm sun in winter, which warms your heart and mine. Motherly love is spring rain, which moistens children's hearts; Motherly love is sweet milk, which nurtures our growth; Motherly love is a bright eye that guides us forward; Motherly love is a gentle word that cares for our hearts; Motherly love is a severe punishment, urging us to correct our mistakes. We can't live without affection, just like a kite flying high can't get rid of a slender rope; We rely on family ties, like vines of melon beans wrapped around bamboo joints or fences; We have affection, like cold wheat covered with snow, warm as spring and happy as honey.
As the saying goes, the grace of dripping water will surely repay the spring. Who let us come to this world, feel the warmth of spring, the heat of summer, the coolness of autumn and the coldness of winter, and see all kinds of plants and animals? Is our great mother! From the moment they gave birth to us, they should shoulder the responsibility of raising us. And in order to raise us, no matter how much effort my mother spends, it's worth it!
In order to commemorate mother's great spirit, people set the second Sunday in May as Mother's Day. Mom is not afraid to raise us so hard, so we must learn to be grateful and grateful to mom. Even if it is a small act of gratitude, my mother feels very gratified. Gratitude is a reward. Mother gave birth to us, and then mother nursed us with milk. What's more, my mother never wants her to get anything. Just as the sun shines on us every day, it makes us feel warm and asks for nothing in return. We must be grateful to our mother and stop making her worry about us and work hard for us.
Motherly love is an unprecedented touch and a kind of happiness that transcends everything! We should learn to be grateful to our mother, remember her kindness to our education and upbringing, thank her again and repay her!
I want to thank my mother, because she gave me life. I heard a story about a child whose mother gave birth to him but died in childbirth. When the child grew up, he hated his mother very much. Every birthday, he said, "Hum, other people's children have birthdays, and their mothers give them to him (her)." Why don't you want me? You are cruel. "He cries every time he talks about it.
One day-it happened to be the night of his birthday, he dreamed of an old man with a white beard. He complained about his mother's words and was known by the old man. The old man said earnestly, "You, you and your mother have given you so many precious things, but you don't know that money can't be bought. She gave you a pair of eyes to observe the world; She gave you a pair of hands to change the world; I also gave you a pair of legs to travel around the world. The most important thing is that she gave you a life, and she traded her life for yours. Children, learn to be content, learn to be content, and learn to be grateful. " Then he disappeared.
The child suddenly woke up. He seemed to see his mother's tearful face, with a gratified smile, showing satisfaction and kindness. The child burst into tears, ran to his mother's grave like an arrow, and knelt down to confess.
Mother-a person who gave me life, the greatest person in the world, and a person who made me proud. We should respect my mother and thank her.
Mom's composition 14 mom, what a great person, I love my mom!
Mom, you have worked hard for me for more than ten years. You raised me since I was a child, and I changed from babbling to a fourth-grade student in a blink of an eye. Mom, I can't repay your kindness. I will prove that I have grown up with excellent grades, and I won't let you worry about me anymore. You made me understand the truth of being a man, and I received a good education since I was a child. You must be as pure and beautiful as an angel in this festival!
Mom, I know you always treat me like a newborn bird. You always put me under your wing for fear that something would happen to me. But now that I am grown up, I am a little man. I will always rely on your strength under your care, but I will never dare to try, so please put away your warm wings and let me try to fly. Even if I fall, I will stand up bravely and face what will happen in the future. Please let me.
Mom, when you held me in your arms, I saw that your originally wet and smooth face lost its former smoothness, but it was a wrinkled face; Mom, when you touch my head with your hand, I feel that your delicate hands have lost their soft feeling, but they are calloused and rough hands; I know it's because I worry you too much.
I waited quietly for the night to come. Finally, you got off work, and my mother had a hard day. I thought, I should let my mother enjoy it. So I washed your feet with hot water, and you smiled with relief. When I washed your feet, I found thick calluses on your feet. I don't think you would be so worried if it weren't for me. At that moment, I cried.
Mom, I love you! You will always be the favorite person in my heart!
My mother is an inarticulate person. She is only good at expressing her love for me with actions.
The sixth grade is an important period, which determines my life. In order to be admitted to the middle school in my mind and not to disappoint my mother, I get up early every day to go to school. Other students asked their parents to go to the roadside breakfast shop to buy breakfast, but my mother didn't do it when she came out. She always said to me, "The breakfast shops on the roadside are all unsanitary, and the chopsticks and bowls are not disinfected. If you have germs to eat, you will get sick. "
In order not to let me be late for school the next day, my mother always gets up around 12 and goes to the kitchen to cook porridge with an electric cooker. My mother always gets up half an hour earlier than me, because she is afraid of getting up at the same time with me and has no time to make breakfast. The porridge is too hot for me to eat. In order to take care of my appetite and keep me from getting tired of eating, my mother cooked different kinds of things in different ways. Sometimes it's rice porridge, sometimes it's black rice porridge, sometimes it's apple soup ... My mother always sends my brother to school after sending me to school. In this way, lack of sleep made her face very haggard.
I always tell her not to do this again, but my mother won't listen to me.
Once when I came home from school, I complained to her that I was hungry until the third class in the morning. The morning after she listened to me, she handed me a box of peeled apples. As she handed it to me, she said, "I'm afraid you're hungry, so I'll peel the apple for you." You can eat when you are hungry. " Every day the fruit is different, sometimes it is cut into pieces, sometimes it is peeled grapefruit, and sometimes it is pitaya. ...
This is my mother, a person who expresses her love for me with actions.