Every child will have a rebellious period. I remember when I was eighteen, I was always prejudiced against my mother and always bickered. Now that I think about it, it seems that I am closer to my mother than Chen Mo is now. Looking back at school, my mother was really kind to me, but I didn't understand it at that time. It's raining, and my mother will send me an umbrella no matter how busy she is at home. When I don't go home for dinner at noon, my mother always brings me hot meals in the sun. When I was in junior high school, I always sent meals to me from time to time and asked if I had any money. Is it not used to it? I always thought that I enjoyed what a mother should do. All the chores at home are shouldered by my mother, but I have never heard her shout tired. When my brother went to high school, the burden on his family became heavier. My mother got up before dawn to go shopping, just to save two yuan on the bus fare. She always tells me and my brother that the clothes we wear are not good, as long as they are clean and not broken. Don't envy other people's money, and don't live up to their expectations.
Grandma has never liked our family very much because of the poor economic situation at home. She always talks sarcastically about my mother. Sometimes I can't help but say, forget it. As long as you live up to expectations, your mother's good day is in your hands.
I remember very clearly that the family spent the Spring Festival at my grandmother's house that year, and all my uncles and aunts went home. When eating, my grandmother always puts meat in their bowls and asks them how they are doing, but she ignores my mother. I still remember that my grandmother really didn't ask my mother a word, and kept saying that it was not good to see what those two aunts were doing. Mother didn't speak, just ate blindly. Later, when I came home, my mother hugged me and cried, crying very sadly. Those tears are grievances accumulated for a long time, and those tears are the silent venting of mother. I know my mother is really angry with her grandmother, but she has always been so kind to her grandmother and swallowed everything. Once my mother quarreled with my brother, and I sat alone crying.
My mother is really ordinary, but also really great. When my mother hugged me, when I saw every tear left by my mother, I understood, completely understood, how stupid I was before. Friend, are you still at odds with your mother, or are you biased against your mother? Then I ask you to think about everything your mother has done for us. I'm sure you will understand.
My mother imitates Lao She's writing in chronological order. If you see a white boat in your dream, don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason. This is your beloved daughter, with her love and sadness. Whenever I think of Bing Xin's poem "Paper Boat", I will think of my mother who cares about me all the time.
Once after school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. I got off the bus, waited anxiously for a long time and rushed into the rain helplessly. When I got home, I saw you changing clothes. When you saw me coming back, you said to me apologetically, "Nannan, I'm sorry. Mom just got off work and hasn't come to pick you up yet.
Look, you are all wet. Come on, get dressed quickly, don't catch a cold. I see that your head is still dripping, but you care about me so much that I am speechless for a moment.
Another time, on my birthday, I said I would invite someone home for dinner, and you nodded yes and went to work for others in the morning. Although I didn't say anything on the surface, I was very unhappy.
In the evening, my friends still came. They all waited patiently. After a while, mom came back. She has some birthday presents in her hand. I looked at her and smiled. I had a good time that night. Later, I learned that you were always afraid that I would have a bad birthday, so you told them to wait and you went down to buy something to eat.
I know you are not well either, but you still cooked a sumptuous meal without eating a bite. This birthday party lasted until 10. You waited for them to leave before eating a little meal, but didn't say anything.
I feel salty in my mouth. Hey, it's tears. Mother's love is great, and we can never finish talking about mother. If someone asks who is the dearest person in the world, my answer is mom, because mom has given us too much.
Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sorrow home. For my growth, my mother gave me the noblest and greatest love.
My mother imitated Lao She's writing an article in chronological order if you see a small white boat in your dream.
Don't be surprised that it dreams for no reason.
This is your beloved daughter.
Overlap
numerous hills and streams
Ask it to bring her love and sadness home.
Every time I think of this poem "Paper Boat" by Bing Xin, I will think of my mother who has always cared about me.
Once after school, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. I got off the bus, waited anxiously for a long time and rushed into the rain helplessly. When I got home, I saw you changing clothes. When you saw me coming back, you said to me apologetically, "Nannan, I'm sorry. Mom just got off work and hasn't come to pick you up yet. Look, you are all wet. Come on, get dressed quickly, don't catch a cold. I see that your head is still dripping, but you care about me so much that I am speechless for a moment.
Another time, on my birthday, I said I would invite someone home for dinner, and you nodded yes and went to work for others in the morning. Although I didn't say anything on the surface, I was very unhappy. In the evening, my friends still came. They all waited patiently. After a while, mom came back. She has some birthday presents in her hand. I looked at her and smiled. I had a good time that night. Later, I learned that you were always afraid that I would have a bad birthday, so you told them to wait and you went down to buy something to eat. I know you are not well either, but you still cooked a sumptuous meal without eating a bite. This birthday party lasted until 10. You waited for them to leave before eating a little meal, but didn't say anything. I feel salty in my mouth. Hey, it's tears.
Mother's love is great, and we can never finish talking about mother. If someone asks who is the dearest person in the world, my answer is mom, because mom has given us too much.
Qian Shan begged it to bring her love and sorrow home.
For my growth, my mother gave me the noblest and greatest love.
4. Writing composition: In what order should mom write? First, write about summer. My mother is like a statue, waiting persistently beside a big popsicle box. The vicious sunshine made her dark skin black and red, and day after day, it turned into a bronze color. Hands that are neglected because of blindness always have long black nails; I can't tell the color of my clothes.
In the wind, she leaned helplessly against the wall, and her messy gray hair fluttered beside her old cheeks. I saw her sunken eyes, her withered bamboo-like hand covered with blue veins and black spots, and the bright bamboo pole.
My back is straight, my mother. Turn around, my mother. Above the brown mask, a pair of tired eyes looked at me in surprise. My mother is tall, with regular facial features, oval face and fair skin. Except for a few shallow crow's feet around her eyes, she still looks elegant and graceful.
5. Writing composition: In what order should a mother write, what to write first, what to write next, and what to write about her at last? If you ask me who I know best, I will definitely say my mother.
My mother is of medium height, with a round face, a small mouth and a pair of dimples when she smiles. My mother is very capable. She can not only cook a good dish, but also clean the house. Everything in the house was cleaned by her mother.
Mother cooks our favorite dishes every day, which makes our whole family full. Besides cooking and doing housework, my mother always cares about my study when she is free. If I encounter impossible or difficult problems, my mother always gives me patient guidance, so that I can overcome one difficulty after another in my study and enhance my confidence and courage in overcoming difficulties.
My mother is very concerned about me. I remember once, when I was sick, my mother brought me a bowl of medicine. I smelled it and knew it was bitter, so I didn't drink it.
My mother looks like a tiger. I can tell at a glance that it's not good. I drank the medicine at once, and my mother had a smile on her face. This is my mother. I love my mother, and I love her hardworking and capable hands more. I'm really proud of having such a mother. This is my good mother! A Letter to Humanity Dear Humanity: Hello! I am your mother earth.
A long time ago, I brought your ancestors into this world and fed them with sweet milk-water. Embrace them tightly with a warm heart-the earth; Protect them day and night with beautiful clothes-the forest ... gradually, you humans are more and more, and I am more diligent in raising you. However, as descendants of human beings, you don't know how to cherish me.
The things you do that endanger my health are like sharp needles stuck in my heart, and my heart is almost broken. I never thought you were so greedy and ignorant. You see, the black smoke from the factory blackened my white cloud shawl, which made me always lose in the Xingbimei competition. Black smoke also gave me lung cancer. My beautiful white gauze skirt has also become tattered ... cough ... cough! You know, my patience is limited. Sometimes I lose my temper. Floods, earthquakes and tornadoes destroyed many things, but I had to do it! Dear children, you are smart, but you are too smart.
Wake up! If I leave, you can't live! Good luck with your work. Your mother: the crying of the earth textbook may 2008 10. I am a textbook. I have a lot of heartfelt words and nowhere to tell them. I was extremely depressed and annoyed, so I had to talk to myself and lament my misfortune. My little master is a clever little boy, in the third grade.
He likes reading best. His small bedroom is simply a world of books: books are everywhere on the bookshelf, desk and bedside.
Even the toy cupboard is full of books every day ... he reads books every day and falls asleep. Books are his inseparable friends, and he is a small book fan.
He loves books, but never loves me, a textbook that also belongs to books. He always frowns when he sees me, as if I can only bring him unhappiness.
No matter in the classroom or at his home, every day, he always drags me out of my schoolbag unhappily, opens it carelessly, and listlessly copies, writes, recites and recites a page ... I am worried about him. After a semester, the cover of my clothes-book was torn and my body-page was wrinkled.
I was rudely dragged out of my schoolbag by the young master and put in an inconspicuous corner under the bookshelf. At this time, I looked up at this new house and found that almost all my friends on the bookshelf were more beautiful and proud than me.
The cover is more exquisite than me, the paper is more advanced than me, the illustrations are more exquisite than me, the colors are brighter than me, the language is richer than me, the stories are more interesting than me, and the knowledge is newer than me ... I understand why the young master doesn't like me and hates me. I really don't deserve to stand with those little friends. I can't wait to jump down from the bookshelf and get into the stove, and exchange my sacrifice for a little warmth and happiness from my young master.
Ah, how I envy those little friends on the bookshelf! How I want to be the intimate friend that young master likes and spend that golden childhood with him! However, who can make my good wishes come true? Grandparents, grandmothers, uncles and aunts who care about the growth of the young master, come and help me, I beg you! Snow, the little messenger in winter, brought her unique gift-snow. "It's snowing, it's snowing!" With the shouts of children, hexagonal snowflakes fall with the wind.
It is like a white "elf" floating down at will, hovering and dancing, one after another, piece by piece, flawless and exquisite. I looked up at the snowflake, which kissed my face and left me cool.
In a short time, the earth was wrapped in silver, and the surrounding became a crystal fairy tale world. Rows of trees and trees are full of silver flowers, shining in the sun.
I tread lightly on the snow, and my feet creak. At this time, it seems that there is only this voice and a series of clear footprints left by me in the whole world. "Ha ha!" There were bursts of laughter in the distance. Oh, it turns out that groups of children are playing in the snow. Some of them make snowmen vividly, others have snowball fights and are all smiles ... even adults make snowmen. Look, that uncle made a good snowman: a delicate nose and narrow eyes. He smiled happily.
Its body is round and strong, and its broom-shaped hand beckons us to welcome it. Looking at the snowflakes flying outside, I can't help thinking of an agricultural proverb: "Xue Rui indicates a bumper harvest year". This heavy snow comes at the right time, and it will definitely bring a bumper harvest to wheat next year. Snow water seeps into the soil, which can meet the needs of crop growth, freeze locust eggs and protect crops.
People often say: "Wheat covers three quilts in winter and sleeps with steamed bread in the second year." Looking at the beautiful snow and thinking about the bumper harvest of wheat next year, my heart is full of joy. What beautiful snow! It makes me feel what is really beautiful-pure and quiet, making others feel happy.
My mother Zhongguancun No.2 Primary School.
6. Ask for a short essay about grateful mothers and talk about grateful mothers in chronological order. What do you want to thank? I want to thank that I have a treacherous mother. I remember just learning to walk when I was a child. When I wanted her to hug me, she said to me, "I'll go to the tree in front and hug you." So I started walking step by step, and kept walking at the destination, unconsciously forgetting what I wanted her to hold. When I remembered it again, I asked, "Is it time to hug?" She added, "Go to the next telephone pole and give me a hug." In this way, after a few months, I don't have to hug. I want to thank my mother for letting me unconsciously stop relying on her and learn to walk with my own feet.
I have a strict mother. She lost her temper because she hated me for not studying hard. Sometimes I feel wronged, but afterwards, I think I didn't do well. I study hard for fear that my mother will have a bad temper.
I have a careless mother. Either you forgot your equipment or you forgot your cell phone when you went out. Once, I didn't attend an interest class and finished school at 3: 30, but she forgot about it, thinking that I didn't go home until 5: 00 and went out on business by myself. Let me do my homework noisily downstairs for half a day. I want to thank her for her confusion and let me learn to manage myself, because she is "unreliable".
I have a mother who always says that her psychological age is only 16. She will drag me to watch cartoons and listen to the most popular music, so she is more like a friend of mine.
Mom is my favorite person and my good friend. Because you not only gave birth to me, but also thank you for letting me learn a lot and benefit me for life.
7. How to write about my mother? I have an ordinary and great mother, in chronological order.
A beautiful black hair, a pair of small eyes with gods, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose, this is my mother. She is ordinary because she buys food, cooks and washes clothes every day like other people's mothers, sends me to school and takes me home.
I remember it was a hot summer, and the power went out that day. I slept in the bed, my forehead was hot and I was sweating all over. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up a fan and gave it to me. I fell asleep in the breeze.
Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother sweating and fanning me. "Mom, thank you!" I read silently in my mind.
It was another rainy day. After school, my mother came to pick me up. It rained heavily, but my mother only brought an umbrella. Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, the sky on my mother's side is cloudy, but the sky on my side is purple.
When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on. This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.
8. Give me an article written in chronological order: Autumn in Three Gorges.
Author: Ji Fang
Autumn has arrived in the Three Gorges. Autumn in the Three Gorges begins with citrus and pomelo trees on both sides. These trees grow on steep rocks and their leaves are as hard and straight as blue rocks. There are more and more autumn, and they appear greener and darker; And that heavy fruit is turning from green to yellow, and gradually emerges from the middle of the leaves. At this time, they began to emit a fragrance, which filled the Three Gorges with the breath of mature autumn.
In the early morning, the transparent dew shines, and the gorge wind is a little cool, as if to sprinkle a layer of frost on the orange pomelo trees all over the mountain, which is fresh and clear; When the sun comes out, the dew disappears, and the orange pomelo tree is sunny and the green leaves are golden; The Three Gorges is another beautiful autumn.
At noon, the peaks were covered with golden armor, the sun jumped on the water, and the Yangtze River became warm, like a golden python, rolling, whistling and washing away; On the other hand, he threw his surging and leaping brilliance on the steep cliffs on both sides. As a result, the whole canyon is rippling, and the Three Gorges is full of the warmth of autumn.
In the afternoon, before sunset, a layer of blue mist rose early in the canyon. This makes the dusk in the canyon come early and go late. Thus, in the blue and transparent dusk, the reflections of cliffs on both sides of the river flock to the center of the river, leaving a shining sky on the river. The Yangtze River flows quietly and gently, becoming like a bright stream.
At night, finally. Fishing fires on the shore and lights in the middle of the river light up one after another; Coupled with their red light on the water, the Yangtze River seems to be blinking and sleeping. Only the barges that pass by occasionally, whistling, draw a shining road on the river; So the fishing fire and the bonfire, like waking up, swayed gently on the water.
Maybe it's because the mountains are too high, the valleys are too deep, the sky is too narrow, and even the moon comes late. At first, the canyon can only feel its hazy green light, which is connected with dusk; I don't know when it suddenly appeared on the mountain. Just like growing out of the mountain, it is a part of the mountain; Like a huge, smooth, shiny mica stone. At this time, the contrast between the shadow of the moon and the mountain is very obvious-the mountain is black as ink, standing on the wall, leaning towards the center of the river, as if it were going to fall down; The moon, from the top of the mountain, pours its clear light all the way to the river along the deep and upright valley. Like a waterfall, flying down in the air; Like a plain brocade, hanging on the mountain.
This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
9. In what order was Lao She's article My Mother written? In chronological order: my mother got married → I was born → I was one and a half years old (the year of the Boxer Rebellion) → I graduated from primary school → I graduated from normal school → I was twenty-three years old → I was twenty-seven years old → the July 7th Anti-Japanese War → last year → this year.
In the article, Lao She described her mother's character in detail. She works hard, is enthusiastic and loves her children. What his mother gave him was "the education of life".
This article is simple and fresh in style. The language is spontaneous, natural and simple, and every word is affectionate. The structure is willful and smooth.
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language feature
This article is an unforgettable one. The main forms of expression: narration, lyricism, description and discussion.
1. The narrative and description language is fluent, simple, friendly and expressive. This is also the basic feature of Lao She's literary language. For example, "My brother is less than ten years old ..." Until midnight "completely describes the experience and spirit of my mother working day and night to support her family after her father died. The language used is simple, fluent and friendly.
2. The discussion language is concise, affectionate, meaningful and philosophical. In the article, Lao She often talks about a certain time, which plays a finishing touch on the theme of the full text and expresses rich feelings. For example, "People, even if they live to be 80 or 90 years old ... are at peace in their hearts", which is a passage in which the author was forced to hide in Sichuan during War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's period and could not see the complex feelings of fear and yearning expressed by his mother's detention in Peiping.
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