Mother is a good doctor praised by patients. She is very beautiful, and I sincerely admire her. In my childhood memory, my mother is a serious person. When I was seven years old. I was naughty and broke the marble table top of a neighbor's square mahogany table in Qing Dynasty. My mother slapped me several times in front of my neighbors. It was loud, but it didn't hurt at all.

In fact, my mother loves me as much as my father, but she is more reserved than my father. My mother often restricts me. She always takes a look at the book I'm reading and returns it to me if she thinks it's all right. Seeing me eating and reading, she will definitely bring the book to me. Mom is afraid I'll break my eyes. She often borrows books from work to read to me. On my eighth birthday, my mother bought me a book called The Story of Zoya and Shula.

After graduating from middle school, I experienced many ups and downs in my life and became a writer. My mother never talked about literature in front of me, and never boasted about my success.

Now every time I publish a new book, I give the first one to my mother.

This paper shows that the mother is serious in appearance, unsmiling and strict with her son, but she loves her son deeply in her heart.

Zhao was born in an ordinary alley in beijing east road. His father was educated in a private school for several years. He has a good knowledge of literature and ink, and can keep accounts and write letters. Mom is a doctor. At the age of five, Zhao was able to read independently. He read a lot of classic works in primary school and was able to recite a lot of ancient poems by China. 65438-0983 Join Chinese Writers Association. The collection of prose "The Soul of Poetry" was published. Won the China Excellent Prose Collection Award in the New Period. Composed the poem "China, My Dear Motherland" to form a symphony choir, and won the "Five Ones" project award in Publicity Department of the Communist Party of China. 1987, applied as a professional writer of Shanghai Writers Association. More than ten of Zhao's works have been selected by Chinese textbooks in Chinese mainland, Hongkong and Singapore, and he is the writer with the most selected works in contemporary textbooks. Zhao won the Golden Key Award of Serbian International Poetry 20 13. The poetry collection "Ship in the Sky" will be translated into Serbian by Dragan Dragoje, a famous Serbian poet and translator, and published in both Serbian and Chinese. Zhao is now a member of Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, a counselor of Shanghai Municipal People's Government, a member of the National Committee of Chinese Writers Association, a vice president of China Prose Association, a vice president of Shanghai Writers Association, the president of Shanghai Literature magazine, and a professor of East China Normal University and Jiaotong University.

I have a mother who loves reading, not because she is a Chinese teacher, but because she has an endless learning spirit.

Once, my mother was cooking, so she came out to sit when she was free, so she took a copy of How Steel was Tempered and began to read it.

After reading it for a while, I smelled a burning smell when I was doing my homework. I thought someone else's food was burnt, so I didn't care much.

After a while, I still smell a burning smell.

I asked my mother, but no one answered after shouting for a long time. I wonder if something happened. I walked to the sofa in surprise. My mother was reading a book! I patted the sofa hard, and my mother was shocked, but I was still laughing silly. I told you what happened just now, and then my mother remembered that the pot was still boiling! At this time, my father came back from the activity, and I told my father what had just happened. After that, I smiled.

Dad doesn't think so. He thinks this is a good thing. He said, "Aren't you proud that you have a mother who loves reading?" .

But your mother has a problem! "I didn't understand this, but after a while, I said," What's delicious? I'm going to have a paste meal at noon today. Since you think it's a good thing ... "I suddenly said here, and my anxious father quickly said," Say it quickly.

"I said slowly," this is a good thing. In order to reward mom, you can eat this pot of rice … all of it! " Then I burst into laughter, and so did my parents! I am proud to have a mother who loves reading, and I am happy to have a humorous father.

Mom is a book composition. I have two here. You can choose and edit them according to your needs and the number of words.

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; Mom is a book full of care and love.

Reading this book seems to have entered the world of affection.

; Open the first page, which contains a deep maternal love.

; On a stormy day, my mother and I walked on the cold street. My hands are as cold as ice, so I quickly put them in my pocket.

However, it is not warm in my pocket. My mother felt very distressed when she saw that my hand was purple, so she quietly held my cold little hand with his warm and soft hand.

When my mother's warm hand touched my cold hand, I took a deep look at my mother and met her kind eyes. The mother and daughter smiled in unison, sweet and warm.

; Turn to the second page. My mother is my teacher.

; After a mid-term exam score came down, my tears swirled playfully in my eyes and I couldn't help crying. I only got 94 points in the exam, and when I got home, my heart was as heavy as lead. When my mother came back, I showed her the paper. I said to my mother sadly, "Mom, why can't I reach the three digits in my mind?" As I spoke, my tears of disappointment flowed down again.

But my mother said to me, "son, you have done your best, and my mother has seen it."

But you can't always be the goal of your highest score! Your goal should be to try your best to get the score you deserve. It's good to get high marks, but it's not the right attitude to be depressed if you can't reach your goals.

"Mom said, wiping my tears.

Suddenly my heart warmed up a lot! ; Isn't mom a book? My mother gave me confidence when I was in trouble, urged me when I had shortcomings, and encouraged me when I was happy ... My mother is 36 years old, of medium build, with bright eyes under curved arch eyebrows.

; Mom is a book full of care and love.

Reading this book seems to have entered the world of affection.

; Open the first page, which contains a deep maternal love.

; On a stormy day, my mother and I walked on the cold street. My hands are as cold as ice, so I quickly put them in my pocket.

However, it is not warm in my pocket. My mother felt very distressed when she saw that my hand was purple, so she quietly held my cold little hand with his warm and soft hand.

When my mother's warm hand touched my cold hand, I took a deep look at my mother and met her kind eyes. The mother and daughter smiled in unison, sweet and warm.

; Turn to the second page. My mother is my teacher.

; After a mid-term exam score came down, my tears swirled playfully in my eyes and I couldn't help crying. I only got 94 points in the exam, and when I got home, my heart was as heavy as lead. When my mother came back, I showed her the paper. I said to my mother sadly, "Mom, why can't I reach the three digits in my mind?" As I spoke, my tears of disappointment flowed down again.

But my mother said to me, "son, you have done your best, and my mother has seen it."

But you can't always be the goal of your highest score! Your goal should be to try your best to get the score you deserve. It's good to get high marks, but it's not the right attitude to be depressed if you can't reach your goals.

"Mom said, wiping my tears.

Suddenly my heart warmed up a lot! ; Isn't mom a book? My mother gave me confidence when I was in trouble. When I have shortcomings, my mother will push me. When I was happy, my mother gave me encouragement. .............................................................................................................................................................................

; Turning to the first page, this concept contains endless tolerance.

Once, I had a fight with my neighbor's classmates.

In the evening, I talked to my mother angrily. The next day, my mother chatted with my neighbor's aunt for a while, only to find out that he hit people first.

After returning home, my mother said to me, "It's not your fault this time, but don't be too haggle over every ounce. Let it go. If he knew his mistake, he would certainly admit it. "

"Sure enough, he came in the afternoon, he told me I was sorry, I forgave him, and we shook hands again.

Open the second page, there is selfless love.

A few days ago, the school organized an activity to donate money to the disaster-stricken areas in Sichuan.

After school, I excitedly told the news to my mother, who also beamed and said, "With your love, the people in the disaster area will definitely live a better life.

"I quickly took out the whole piggy bank and poured out all the money, leaving only 20 yuan. It suddenly occurred to me that I just donated 100 yuan in the community last week, which was deposited in 20 yuan in recent days. I clamored for my mother's money.

My mother said to me, "Donate only to see if you have love, not to compete with each other for more money." 20 yuan is enough.

"Although I only donated 20 yuan, I am not sad.

I just sit in front of the TV with my mother every day and silently pray for the people in the disaster area.

Open the third page, which depicts mother's hard work.

There is no alarm clock in my house, but my mother always gets up at six o'clock, washes clothes first, then sweeps the floor, and wakes me up after preparing a big breakfast.

And I, a lazy pig, got up at 6: 40. After breakfast, I got up and left. My mother stopped me: "Haven't you got the red scarf and school card yet?" I took it and went downstairs.

My mother is my "free driver" every day, and she brought me here to pick me up ... Isn't it all out of love? Now, I have lived under my mother's chest for more than ten years. Although Kitty Hawk will leave her mother and hometown one day, I will always remember her "personal letter".

The composition about my mother sending me books is a long life, but we need a patient and tolerant heart to stick to it and treat it hard.

Maybe there are many ways to live, just like women have different types. I worship women who are tender as water, I like talented women, and I worship women who are gentle and blue-hearted, but what makes me unforgettable is those women who face the loess and face the sky.

They didn't have good looks, but they taught me how to love myself and strive for self-improvement; They also have no outstanding talents, but they taught me to have a tenacious heart in life; They have no gentle appearance, but they have taught me more tolerance and patience in life.

Such a woman, unpretentious, is the brightest pearl in loess.

My mother is a book, although she has never really read a book in her life.

In her time, it was common not to study, especially for girls.

But she used her kindness, her kindness, her diligence, her virtue and the hardships of her life to write a book of great love and silence for future generations.

In any case, I can't get rid of a silhouette: at dusk, our family is drifting away. Looking back, my mother always opened her eyes more and more cloudy, waved her arms more and more weak, and watched her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter go away. The sunset shaped her into a kind goddess.

The children haven't left yet. She is counting when she will come again.

All her life, she cares about the big and the small, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

I will never forget the year when I first got married. My mother gave birth to me at the age of forty, and I got married late. At that time, she was sixty-six years old. It's hard to get married just now. There is nothing but a lot of debts. My mom and dad brought us two bowls that day, a spoon and a pot of clear oil, especially more than 400 kilograms of coal, one for each.

They didn't tell me when they came. When I got to school, I saw that I was in class, and I was afraid that it would affect me, so I sat quietly at the door and waited.

My parents, even if you only did it for me once in your life, I will never forget it until I die.

After my mother left, my father went to see my mother in less than a year.

They were born in the same year, and after less than a year, they all left.

After they left, there were few family gatherings, and I felt the strong sewing power of maternal love.

No mother, no home.

My father told me this several times, and my feelings became stronger and stronger.

A poet said that the place where there is a mother is the hometown, which is really good.

Mother is kind. Adults and children are not guilty of people along the river. She has been gone for more than six years. Every time I go back, people are still thinking about her kindness. Although she was over 80 years old at that time, she could only live on the support of her children. However, when she meets begging, she always gives her a dime and a quarter. When she meets food, she always stays to eat together. When she was young, she helped to work and beg, knowing the hardships of being a sponsor.

The old people around next door have food and wine to drink, and their mother's hut has become an activity room for the old people by the river. Every time I go home, I always see the excitement in my mother's room.

My mother is very virtuous, my grandfather died before she was thirty-six, and my grandmother left the church soon. As the eldest daughter-in-law, there are several younger brothers and sisters here, who are already married, married and have a series of children of their own. She always works hard, and only she suffers.

When she left, her uncles and aunts cried their eyes out, which moved us juniors.

After all, they are about seventy themselves.

Mother worked hard when she was young and was a good worker.

By the time I knew something, she was almost 500 years old, but she was still working as a full-time female worker in the production team, and there were ten grandchildren, all of whom grew up in her hands. They were over 60 years old and could not work in the fields, so she seriously managed her own small vegetable garden and helped her brothers and sisters cook rice when she was busy, while she was still over 70 years old, still ordering food and occasionally trading her side dishes for some fish.

She always said, it's better to move, moving a little is a little, and it's not easy for you to lighten your burden.

My mother's birthday is less than half a month, and I always burst into tears that day.

Mom is gone, and I will always remember her kindness.

She is a big book that I can't finish reading all my life. I think of my mother on this cold night today, and my heart is warm. As long as I think of my mother, I will know how to go in the future.

Write an article entitled "Mom is my book". Mom is like a book, which is full of endless care and love. Every page is different.

Reading this book is like walking into a world full of affection.

Open the first page, which contains a deep maternal love.

It was a stormy day. My mother and I were walking in the street, and the cold wind blew straight into the collar of my clothes.

The wind blows our hats and the rain hits our faces.

My mother held my hand tightly, hoping it would be warmer.

When the north wind blows, my mother's grip is tighter, but isn't her hand cold? This may be the so-called maternal love.

A gust of wind blew and my eyes were moist.

Open the second page, which contains rich knowledge.

There was a math exam, and I didn't do well.

When I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother, turned and walked away, tears streaming down my face.

I don't know when, my mother appeared beside me and touched my head kindly and said, "Son, do you know where you are wrong this time?" I bit my lip and shook my head with tears in my eyes.

Mom smiled and said, "You can't just get high marks in the exam. You should face every exam with a normal heart. Only in this way can you get the best results.

"I nodded.

Then, my mother helped me to check my mistakes and carefully explain every thinking question I didn't understand.

So, my mother planted the seeds of hope in my heart.

Open the third page, which is about life experience.

When I was a child, it was my mother who told me the truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood and ugliness. It was my mother who taught me to use electrical appliances. It was my mother who told me common sense; It was my mother who taught me the experience of life.

It all comes from one word: love.

Now, I have lived under the "protection" of my mother for more than ten years.

When Kitty grows up, she will leave her mother and hometown one day, but I will always remember the "parent-child book" Mom.

Motherly love is a book that can never be read. Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings. We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations. There is no thrilling historical epic, and there is no reversal of stormy waves. Motherly love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently. Long and far away. Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... Old people in twilight can't help crying and wandering." Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With their children's drinks and sips. Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly; Motherly love is a warm wind that blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring. A mother's love is a lifetime of laughter, a wandering yearning, a concern and anxiety for her children before their sickbed, and an ardent expectation for their growth. When they think of their mother, their depression will turn into high spirits. When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; When I think of my mother, my wandering soul finds a place to live. Time is like water, time flies, how many memories we have lost, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. Yingerchun went to Yan, her face was old and her hair was as beautiful as snow. The children grow up day by day, while her mother grows old day by day. When they see the white-haired mother above the hall, they will all jump into her arms and shed tears! Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on maternal love, which moisten things silently. The musicians played a beautiful tune with the theme of maternal love. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home, but how much love an inch of grass had won the third spring scenery. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, but his mother's smile always lingered in his heart. Knowing her future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and shook off the wind and frost of the upper clothes. He took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang. Herbs, fragrant flowers, white clouds and Qingchuan are filled with endless thoughts about my son. The mother and son lived alone, and tears filled their eyes. They held their mother's warm hand and looked at her old face. They couldn't help but burst into tears, filled with emotion, and wrote poems with emotion. In Meng Jiao's pen. When he returned to his hometown after the Anshi Rebellion, his countryside was sparsely populated and things changed a lot. He is miserable and sad, and he is sad to see things. He combined his concern for the country and people with his yearning for his mother and wrote a touching Homelessness. "I have been ill for five years, but I can't do anything about it. I have been sour for a lifetime. Why is life homeless? " The sad words are enough to make people feel generous and moved, and also enough to make future generations cry. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wanli abandoned him. When redeemed by the Chinese envoy, the mother and son bid farewell, weeping bitterly, and sent their relatives and friends away, feeling sad. She wrote in Poems of Sorrow and Indignation: "I am free from my own life, so I should abandon my son." It makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, crying like resentment and crying like songs, and the strong mother-child feelings were full of tunes. Motherly love is great and selfless, soaking everything and filling the world.

Mother is a book. Mother is like a book, full of endless care and love. Every page is different. Reading this book seems to have entered a world full of affection.

Turning to the first page, this concept contains endless tolerance.

Once, I had a fight with my neighbor's classmates.

In the evening, I talked to my mother angrily. The next day, my mother chatted with my neighbor's aunt for a while, only to find out that he hit people first.

After returning home, my mother said to me, "It's not your fault this time, but don't be too haggle over every ounce. Let it go. If he knew his mistake, he would certainly admit it. "

"Sure enough, he came in the afternoon, he told me I was sorry, I forgave him, and we shook hands again.

Open the second page, there is selfless love.

A few days ago, the school organized an activity to donate money to the disaster-stricken areas in Sichuan.

After school, I excitedly told the news to my mother, who also beamed and said, "With your love, the people in the disaster area will definitely live a better life.

"I quickly took out the whole piggy bank and poured out all the money, leaving only 20 yuan. It suddenly occurred to me that I just donated 100 yuan in the community last week, which was deposited in 20 yuan in recent days. I clamored for my mother's money.

My mother said to me, "Donate only to see if you have love, not to compete with each other for more money." 20 yuan is enough.

"Although I only donated 20 yuan, I am not sad.

I just sit in front of the TV with my mother every day and silently pray for the people in the disaster area.

Open the third page, which depicts mother's hard work.

There is no alarm clock in my house, but my mother always gets up at six o'clock, washes clothes first, then sweeps the floor, and wakes me up after preparing a big breakfast.

And I, a lazy pig, got up at 6: 40. After breakfast, I got up and left. My mother stopped me: "Haven't you got the red scarf and school card yet?" I took it and went downstairs.

My mother is my "free driver" every day, and she brought me here to pick me up ... Isn't it all out of love? Now, I have lived under my mother's chest for more than ten years. Although Kitty Hawk will leave her mother and hometown one day, I will always remember her "personal letter".

What are the clues that mother and book run through the article? This article expresses the author's feelings for his mother ... In this article, Lao She talked about his mother's life experience.

In this way, the article enriches the development and changes of the plot. Although it is a prose style, it is as fascinating as a novel.

The author vividly wrote the excellent quality of mother as a species along the clue that mother is "never too old, poor to old, and difficult to old".

At the same time, the author wrote down the fundamental meaning of his mother to him in a nearly parallel sentence pattern at the end, which made people naturally turn their love for Lao She into admiration and nostalgia for their mother.

The full text begins with a calm tone, and the feelings are getting stronger and stronger, the emotions are getting more and more excited, and the sentences are getting more and more tense until "heartache!" Shout out heartache! "Pure heart overflows outside the text; Come to an abrupt end, with endless aftertaste

The story composition of the book I enjoyed the spring rain with him, strolled under the starry sky on summer nights, picked up flaming maple leaves in autumn and enjoyed the free flying of winter snow. The beauty of the four seasons weaves my stories and books together.

When the spring rain continues, happy rain curtains are woven on the earth one by one, and the outside is flourishing, and the room is leisurely, with a cup of fragrant tea, holding an ancient book, and how many touching stories are under the yellowed pages, which makes me intoxicated.

With this indulgence, I thought of the tranquility of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", and recalled the memory of "getting wet clothes, apricot blossoms and blowing cold willows", as if I saw the activity of "fish out in the drizzle and swallows slanting in the breeze"

Spring rain, ancient books and fragrant tea make spring more poetic.

The stars are like fighting, and the night is still. I like reading fairy tales and reading minds. I often like to look up at the stars, dance with the prince and princess in the stars and watch the ugly duckling turn into a white swan.

Perhaps, everything in the fairy tale world will not come true.

But in the busy world, quietly lying on the rattan chair, looking up at the twinkling stars all over the sky, my heart will fly to the underwater palace where the mermaid lives and listen to her moving voice singing moving songs.

Autumn is sunny and fruitful. I like to watch the famous foreign book Who's Who, feel the power of celebrities, and enlighten the way of growth.

Beethoven suppressed fate's throat with tenacious will and played a great symphony of fate with unyielding life, which made me understand that even a small life can create miracles in a humble life.

It's snowing in winter, and I'm addicted to ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered. Paul has experienced countless failures in his life, but he still remains optimistic and persistent about life.

The value of a person's life is only so much, but the light of his life shocked me.

How many seasons, in the ink fragrance, I talked with my ancestors, talked with celebrities, walked side by side with birds, bit by bit, and my story with books was recorded in my song-like years.

Don't forget to adopt it.

The wind is blowing, the snow is falling one after another, and in winter, I hastily took over the autumn shift and came to the world with a gift to nature.

I walked into the study and looked at those thick notebooks, thinking of my favorite mother.

Mom is like a book, which contains endless knowledge, care and love, and each page is different.

Reading this book seems to have entered a world full of affection.

Open the first page, which contains a deep maternal love.

It was a stormy day. My mother and I were walking in the street, and the cold wind blew straight into the collar of my clothes.

The wind blows my hair, and it really hurts to hit my face.

My mother held my hand tightly, hoping to keep it warm.

The north wind is blowing harder, and my mother holds my hand tighter. This may be the so-called maternal love.

A gust of wind blew over.

My eyes are moist.

Open the second page, which contains rich knowledge.

There was a Chinese exam, and I didn't do well.

When I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother, turned and walked away, tears streaming down my face.

I don't know when my mother appeared beside me and touched my head kindly: "Do you know what's wrong, son?" I bit my lip and shook my head with tears in my eyes.

Mom smiled and said, "You can't just think about getting high marks. You should face every exam with a normal heart, so that you can get good grades.

"I nodded.

Then, my mother helped me check my mistakes and explained every question I didn't understand carefully.

Open the third page, which says my growing experience.

When I was a child, it was my mother who told me the truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood and ugliness. It was my mother who taught me to use electrical appliances. It was my mother who told me common sense; It is my mother's experience in teaching me to be a man; .................................................................................................................................................................................. then I will: thank the teacher for teaching us knowledge; Thank friends and bring us friendship; Thank our parents for giving us life, making us strong and never giving up! Now, I have lived in the shadow of my mother for ten years.

The grown-up baby eagle will leave her mother one day, but I will always remember her book. I also want to send her a book: mom, do you know that in that sunny spring, I would like to turn into a spring breeze and blow away the wrinkles on my forehead for you; Mom, you know, in that hot summer, I would like to become an air conditioner and bring you endless coolness. Mom, do you know that in that crisp autumn season, I would like to turn into a jasmine flower and bring you the fragrance in my heart. Mom, do you know, in that snowy winter, I want to become a pair of warm gloves, so that your hands are no longer disturbed by the cold wind.

Mom, I wish you happiness forever, and my daughter loves you forever!

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