Mother's fourth grade composition 1 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. 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. "
Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile haunted him. When he learned about his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face and the joy in his heart. He shook off the layers of wind and frost on his clothes and brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart. Take the children's wives to meet their mothers outside Liyang. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. When the mother and son met, tears welled up in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face, they couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion, and began to write poems to recite their feelings. Under Meng Jiao's pen, they melted and cast this poem full of maternal love-Ode to a Wanderer.
This is love, this is maternal love. A person with maternal love is happy and should be cherished.
When I was a child, I lay in my mother's arms and fell asleep listening to his soft lullaby. Although I knew nothing about maternal love at that time, I also felt the sweetness. At that time, my mother's warm arms were my home, but I was not oppressed by the wind and rain.
Gradually, as I grew up, my mother began to nag, "Are you full? Are you warm? Don't go far ... "At first, I always felt trouble. My left ear goes in and my right ear goes out. But then I realized that it was just maternal love.
In fact, maternal love is all the time, maybe it is a look, a word, an action ... At this time, he has been with us, but sometimes you don't find it.
At this moment, I have understood and cherished maternal love. But words cannot express it. But you can feel warm and comfortable. In the face of maternal love, nothing can beat you at this time.
Let's say kindly, "Mom! It's really hard for you to raise me for so many years! I will definitely repay you in the future! "
Mom, I think you are a very fair mother. But I misunderstood you before.
Ever since you gave birth to my little sister, I feel that you have become unfair and everything is biased towards your sister. Once, you took my sister and me out to play and bought us a bottle of drink. Because my sister is very young, she walked carelessly and didn't hold her steady. A bottle full of drinks was scattered to the bottom of the bottle ... she immediately burst into tears, and the deafening cry resounded through the sky. Mother saw that she was crying so sadly, so she took a full bottle of drink to my sister and boldly said, "Drink it! Your sister has a full bottle here. I'll pour you half. Stop crying! " I was so angry that I couldn't bear to drink that bottle of drink myself. I'm tasting it! My mother took the drink from me and handed it to my sister without even asking me. Of course I don't want to! At that time, I thought: mom must not love me, but only love my sister, which is not fair at all!
After coming home, I was just about to do my homework when my sister swaggered into my room and painted on my homework, which took me a long time to finish! I cried and told my mother, and my mother was also very angry and gave my sister a good education. My sister cried again, but my mother ignored her and comforted me. It turns out that my mother still loves me and her precious eldest daughter deeply.
I finally found out that my mother is a particularly fair mother, and there is truth behind what seems unfair. If you are innocent, she will surely uphold justice for you; But if you are wrong, she will definitely remind you severely. Give my drink to my sister, so that I can learn to share and pay; I don't want to spoil my child by ignoring my sister's crying.
I feel very lucky. I have a lovely sister and a fair and just mother. I love my mother, and my mother loves me too.
Mother's fourth grade composition 3 "3.8" Women's Day is coming, and what I want to write most is my beautiful and kind mother.
My mother is slim, with bright black hair and a ponytail. My mother is a little dark. Under the eyebrows like willow leaves, there are a pair of "watery" big eyes, like two big black grapes. There is a mole between my mother's eyes and my nose. People often call it "beauty spot". Thick and long eyelashes are fake, full of modern people's breath, and have a unique beauty of our Tujia people. Mom's lips are very thick. When she walked in the street, people thought she was an Indian.
My mother never wears makeup. She has her own natural beauty. My mother looks good in whatever clothes she wears, and my aunt always envies her. She has a good figure and is a clothes hanger. If she wears our Tujia costume, she will look good like a star on TV.
Every time my mother takes me outside, people will say, such a small person has such a big child!
My mother is not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted Once my mother took me to the street and saw a white-haired lame old man playing the erhu, and an old woman holding the old man in one hand and begging for money in the other. My mother stopped and gave the old man five dollars. I said to my mother, "Why do you only give them money? I asked you to buy me cotton candy, but you didn't. " Mom said, "marshmallows are junk food, you can't eat them." Besides, your food is always available, but they are too poor. They are not as delicious as us. We should care about the disadvantaged groups. " I bowed my head in shame. At this moment, I looked up at my mother. She became more beautiful.
Do you think my mother is beautiful? Kind? Here, I want to say to my mother, "Happy holidays! Always beautiful! "
My mother's fourth grade composition 4 Yongning is where my mother grew up. My mother spent her childhood near Yongning Old Street.
The old street is very long, one kilometer long. It is covered with granite strips, and the road surface is very flat.
Laojie is very old, over 600 years old. The history of shops and buildings on both sides of the street is faintly visible.
The old street is very quiet, and you can hear the ticking of clocks and the footsteps of old people when you pass by.
Old Street teaches my mother to be hardworking!
The food stall called Aizhu at the intersection of Laojie is filled with mother's memories. At that time, the family was poor and could not afford snacks. It's hard to watch other people's children eat popsicles and swallow their saliva. In order to buy a five-cent popsicle, my mother, who was only seven or eight years old, took the initiative to learn handicrafts under a bamboo basket. Sometimes she has to squat on the ground for three or four hours to get the money to buy popsicles. The feeling at that time was sweet.
Every day before dawn, my mother will sell bowls and cakes and peddle them back and forth in your leisurely old street; Every custom festival, the crowds in the street are bustling, and my mother helps my grandmother cook all kinds of snacks all night, always earning money to buy snacks. More often, my mother is reluctant to give flowers to my grandmother's house.
Old street taught my mother kindness!
When my mother was young, she saw the bustling side of the old street and some poor people. They will beg along the street, and their mothers will imitate their neighbors and bring food and water to the beggars. Mom said that the goodwill of the neighborhood is like a seed scattered in her little heart.
Now, although my mother doesn't live in Yongning, she often takes me along that long old street, telling that long story, recalling my childhood, looking for the history of the old street and teaching me the truth of being a man.
Now, I have become a fan of Laojie. I think Lao Jie is not only my mother's mother, but also my mother. I will come to see her often. I will also take my children to see my old street mom in the future!
People say that the sea is unpredictable. Some people like stormy waves when they lose their temper. At that time, it was the object of conquest by adventurers. Some people like the calm sea when it is "gentle". At that time, it was an amusement park where people were happy. I like the "gentle" sea, especially at sunrise in the morning, because the sea is the most beautiful at that time, which makes people feel like a gentle and loving mother.
Standing by the sea in the morning, the fresh sea breeze brought me the first gift from Mother Hai-aerobic air with a faint smell of sea water. This gift is a unique gift from Mother Hai. I enjoyed it very much. Close my eyes, rotate my body and take a deep breath. People are in a happy mood, as if they were in a fairyland. Looking around at the beautiful scenery, the blue sea is endless and connected with the blue sky. The sun quietly reveals half of its face from the sea level and asks its mother, "Good morning!" " "The sun also playfully dyed a piece of sea water reddish. In the distance, the sparkling and clear blue sea water hides white clouds in the blue sky and a few seabirds flying freely in the air. That's mother hai's painting. What a beautiful picture this is! This is also the second gift that Mother Hai gave me. Small white waves are like the kiss of mother ocean, kissing her children gently. It kissed the golden beach, it kissed the beautiful reef, it kissed my lovely feet, and the gentle kiss made people feel itchy and kind. Look! On the beach, there is the third gift that Mother Hai left me-shells and conchs. I like these gifts very much and collect those beautiful shells and shells. Thank you for the gift from mother hai!
Mother Hai, if only I could become a mermaid in a fairy tale! I can go back to my mother's arms and become the daughter of the sea.
Speaking of gratitude to my mother, what should I 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 when I got to my destination, I walked forward, unconsciously forgetting what I wanted her to hold. When I remembered it again, I asked, "Is it time for a hug?" She added: "At this time, go to the next telephone pole and 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 in hindsight, I just didn't do it 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.
Mom's fourth grade composition 7 has such hands, which makes me busy and rough for my family. These hands have been working nonstop since morning.
When I get up in the morning, these hands wake me up in my dream. I glanced at my watch in the dim light. It's already half past six! This is half an hour behind the time I usually get up! In the process of washing, I complained to myself: why didn't these hands push me earlier, so I wouldn't open the door late. But the words came to my mouth, but I swallowed them back. After washing, these hands began to buy me breakfast, and then watched me come back for dinner. Then these hands took me to school by electric car.
The owner of these hands is very busy and works hard. At school, I sometimes worry about whether she will cut her finger by the newspaper and whether there will be safety problems when taking the tram on the road. Such worries often appear. Whenever this happens, I feel very distressed when I look at these hands.
On my balcony, I often see clean clothes hanging one by one. Who washed it? Those hands, of course, those rough hands from work and housework. After washing clothes, these hands began to help me with my homework again. Take a triangle ruler in your left hand and a pen in your right hand. Talk about the perimeter and area of the figure. I watched carefully, watching the wonderful patterns created by these hands, and at the same time, I listened carefully, listening to the teachings and knowledge that these hands brought me. ...
These hands are my dear mother's. Although these hands are getting rougher now, they will always be smooth and beautiful in my heart.
What is Bajia? The so-called home is a family group composed of parents and children, and every time I see my classmates and their parents talking and laughing happily together, tears always come out unwillingly. I don't know whether it is jealous tears or bitter tears. ...
Spring and summer alternate this year, and the temperature is hot and cold. One day after school, the students were anxious to get ready to go home. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering, the wind roared and the rain poured down. We are all trapped in the classroom and can't go home.
It rained harder and harder, and the wind blew crazier and crazier, and the window was "banged" by the strong wind. The big trees on the playground shook violently in the wind, fluttering like a lion out of control. The branches swung back and forth in the wind, and some branches were blown in two. Some bark was blown off by the wind. I was trembling with fear at the sudden horror scene. Maybe I'm wearing too little. I sneezed a dozen times in a row. After a while, the rain seems to have stopped, but it is still raining in Mao Mao outside. At this time, it was getting dark, some students stamped their feet on their seats, and some even braved the wind and rain to carry their schoolbags back, perhaps to get home.
Other students all have mothers, waiting for their mothers to pick them up at school. But I don't have a mother, only my father, who works in the street and has no time to pick me up. I have to go home in the wind and rain. On the way, I saw many classmates' parents picking up their children, and some even asked me, "Is our child back?" I said to them, "Your children are still at school, waiting for you to pick them up." I saw the mother run away in a hurry. I looked at the parents of the students who were in a hurry and felt envious in my heart.
I hate my mother, but I also love her. She gave me life, but I can't accept my mother. Because she left the day after she gave birth to me, it was my father, who was both a father and a mother, who led me a hard life.
I like "mom". Although I don't enjoy maternal love, it's enough. Mom, Mother's Day is coming. I will go to see you with my father. I prepared a bunch of flowers for you.
Mother's fourth grade composition 9 Others have a nagging mother, others have a simple mother, but I have a "double-faced" mother.
The first serious side of a mother. Usually my mother is very busy at work and has no time to talk to me. I remember once, I handed out a paper, and I got 99 points in the exam. I took the test paper and checked it carefully. I found that one of the questions was obviously wrong, but the teacher returned it to me. I am secretly happy. When I got home, I proudly told my mother about it. Hearing this, my mother said to me seriously and patiently, "How could you do this, child?" You should be an honest boy. As the saying goes, honesty is more precious than money. You must tell the teacher the truth and let him correct it. "As soon as my voice fell, I immediately retorted," Mom, I finally got 99 points, and I have to ask the teacher to correct it again. Mom, you work too hard! "
After arguing for a few minutes, I couldn't beat my mother, who insisted that I hand in the test paper to the teacher's office. I have to obey my mother obediently. The next day, I took the test paper to the office and asked the teacher to correct it. The teacher praised me as an honest boy. I'm so happy!
Although my mother is a little serious at ordinary times, she is very nice. As the saying goes, beauty in appearance does not mean beauty in mind. I remember once, my mother and I ate in the house. At this moment, I heard an old woman shouting outside: "Who is kind enough to give me something to eat?" I thought to myself: these old women will pretend, and I will ignore her! Mother also heard, and quickly opened the door to let the old woman come in for dinner. I quickly said to my mother, "Mom, you can't trust others easily." Mother ignored me and pulled the old woman in. The old woman said, "Don't come in. Help yourself to something." Mom said, "You're welcome, I won't dislike you!" " "After dinner, the old woman took out a dollar from her purse and handed it to her mother. Mother said, "How can I accept your money? Besides, people should care about each other. " The old lady murmured, "that's very kind of you, that's very kind of you." "
I am proud that I have such a "double-faced" mother! Mom, I love you!
Mom's fourth grade composition 10 in my heart, there is a beautiful smiling face all day-mom's young face.
My mother, with light yellow hair, has bright eyes like two black chess pieces embedded under dark and thick eyebrows. Her nose is small and exquisite, and she can smell thousands of miles away like a growling dog. My mouth under my nose is neither too big nor too small, and I always have a smile on my face. When I see friends or acquaintances, I will proudly say, "Look! How beautiful and lovely my mother is! " Anyone who listens will say, "Well, what a mermaid!" After listening to this sentence, my mother showed a smile on her face.
Mother is tolerant of everything. Once, I came home with a math paper with only 85 points. My mother did not scold me, but asked me, "You have always been one of the best in mathematics. Why did you only get 85 points this time? " "I ... I." I stuttered. My mother looked at me, opened her tolerant mind, patiently taught me questions I didn't understand, and stayed with me until late at night. At this time, I saw my mother's eyes turn red and her face is wrinkled. Really carefree, because I wrinkled my face! Seeing this, I thought: Mom, why are you so kind to me?
My mother is also very helpful. One rainy day, Jeikiy and I came out with umbrellas. Mother saw that Jeikiy didn't bring an umbrella, so she gently said to Jeikiy, "Jeikiy, let's lend you an umbrella in case you catch a cold in the rain!" "Well, aunt, no, thanks." Jeikiy said politely. "But ..." "Bye bye" haven't finished, Jeikiy has "escaped". I watched the "lip service" finally come to an end.
Ah! My mother has many advantages, but her greatest advantage is a great, kind, tolerant and motherly heart!
Mom's composition for the fourth grade 1 1 I have a nagging mother who chatters in my ear like a sparrow all day, for fear that I won't do it, so I won't.
In the morning, just before dawn, my mother began to "chirp" and make noise: "Lingling, get up quickly, or you will be late again." When I go home for dinner at noon, my mother always points to the dishes on the table and says, "Lingling, come on, eat more vegetables. Vegetables contain a lot of vitamins ..." Before the words are finished, the dishes arrive in the bowl. "There are tofu and beef ..." At some point, a chopstick dish is caught in the bowl again, and the whole bowl of vegetables is full of vegetables, which can hardly be eaten. "alas." I sighed in my mind, "Why don't you even eat rice for a while ..." When I came home from school at night, my mother nagged again, "Lingling, you should finish your homework quickly. It's almost time for dinner. After dinner, you should write the class exercises I bought for you. You have to write Chinese and math, and write three pages in each subject. " "Hey, don't let me rest. I'm exhausted. Really annoying. " I muttered to myself.
In this way, the days spent in my mother's "Twitter" came in the blink of an eye. Facing the exam, I am both afraid and looking forward to it. What I am afraid of is that my exam results are not ideal. I expect to get a good grade this time, so I don't have to do "classroom exercises" every day. Finally, the test paper was handed out. I took the test paper and said, "God, I actually got the first place in the class." I am ecstatic, ecstatic. "Mom's Twitter can still be used."
Walking home alone after school, I suddenly realized that although my mother was nagging, sometimes it was really annoying. However, her "chattering" words contain deep concern and love for me. I really don't know what I would be like without my mother's Twitter. ......
I love my Twitter mom.
When it comes to Santa Claus, it reminds people of the kind grandfather who always smiles, has a white beard, wears red clothes and wears a black belt. He always gives presents to the children on Christmas Eve, so the children like him very much.
I get a surprise gift every Christmas. Therefore, I like Christmas very much. Santa Claus gave me many gifts: a modern Chinese dictionary, a multi-purpose car, white rabbit toffee, and the green monster came. Even once I received a letter from Santa Claus, he encouraged me to study hard. However, the children in the neighborhood have never received Christmas presents. They say there is no Santa Claus in the world. Only I firmly believe that there is Santa Claus in the world, and I am the best among the children, so I will receive Christmas presents.
When I was seven years old, my father's colleague gave me a book "Folk Custom", in which an article said, "The real Santa Claus is my mother." So I know there is no Santa Claus in the world. It turns out that all the gifts I have received for so many years are from my mother. I was moved to tears. As a result, my mother gave me a Christmas present that year, and I felt something was missing. I cried and said to my mother, "Where is Santa Claus?"
Unexpectedly, this Christmas, Santa Claus came again, and I got a dream modern Chinese dictionary.
Mom, my mom, my dear good mom, she must have found my disappointment last year, so this year, Santa Claus is back! I love my mother, Santa's game will go on forever, and I will always be a silly boy waiting for Christmas presents!
My mother is a "angels in white". She has helped many babies escape from the clutches of death.
She is petite, with thick eyebrows bent like a crescent moon, bright eyes and a straight nose. Although my mother can't accompany me many times, I still love her deeply.
On a sunny Sunday, we are going to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books. But at 4 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by a rush of cell phone ringing. I yawned and stretched, and was about to go back to sleep, but I heard the thump of running, the swish of water and the sound of brushing my teeth, forming a familiar "symphony" of getting up.
It turned out that the mother's hospital called, and a baby was in critical condition and needed emergency rescue. Please ask the head nurse's mother to go to the hospital at once.
When it was dark, my mother came home tired. I asked my mother aggrieved, "Why can't you stay with me all day?" She said: "Because a newborn premature baby is in critical condition, it is urgent to be rescued by medical staff, otherwise a young life will pass away." This reminds me of her busy day. My mother rushed to the hospital and immediately changed her clothes. While simply comforting the anxious family members at the door, she rushed into the neonatal ward, asked the night nurse aunt about the situation and immediately organized rescue. Monitor vital signs first, then use a gastric lavage machine to induce vomiting, and then put an oxygen mask on the child. At this time, the night nurse aunt was a little nervous and felt very tired, but her mother was as cool as a cucumber and didn't wipe the sweat from her head. While cheering for the nurse, she helped the doctor to carry out rescue, which shows her mother's nursing skills. With the rescue of skilled doctors, mothers and nurses, the baby finally turned the corner and was out of danger, and the mother was relieved.
I admire my mother's dedication, responsibility and meticulous care for patients. She is really angels in white who gave up her family for everyone.
I have a lovely mother, who is a middle school PE teacher. It may be because of her occupation or her personality. Her hair was cut short. Under two thick black eyebrows, there are a pair of big eyes, a tall nose, rosy lips and a pointed chin, which are even more beautiful than big stars. When taking selfies, she especially likes to pretend to be cute.
Between you and me, my mother was like a little boy when she was a child. Once, she showed me an old photo, which was taken by some high school students. She said that she was inside and asked me to find her. But I pointed to several girls in a row, but none of them were! Finally, my mother told me that she was the twelfth from the left in the fourth row. I finally found my mother according to the prompt, looked at it carefully and thought, "At that time, my mother was more like a boy."
Mother not only looks like a boy, but also has a personality. She often tells me stories about her childhood. In primary school, when she came home from school, she would go to a small ditch with her friends to touch loach and catch small fish. They took off their shoes, pulled up their trouser legs, jumped into the ditch and blocked both ends. When the water inside was shallow, they could enjoy the joy of harvest. Sometimes there are not only small fish loach, but also crabs and shrimps! Every time I go home, I'm all wet and my pants are covered with mud. I look like a drowned rat. It's a mess. Grandma won't scold her when she sees her, because her mother is still a hardworking and sensible daughter. She will help grandma, sometimes she will go up the mountain to cut wood with adults, and sometimes she will go alone. There were many snakes on the mountain at that time, but my mother was not afraid at all.
In my eyes, my mother is really a lovely, brave, gentle and naughty little girl!
My mother's fourth grade composition 15 I like my mother best. She is very handsome. Her eyes are big and heavy. Although her nose is a little small, it looks good if she is taller. Her face is round and her neck is slender. Her body has always been straight, neither tall nor short. Mother's mouth is very small, and there is a deep dimple above the corner of her mouth when she smiles. Fingers are also very long. I remember once, I went to my mother's office to play, and when I came in, wow! The poster on the whole wall is mom, which shows how beautiful mom is! Anyway, in my mind, mom is the most beautiful.
One thing that impressed me the most in my memory was that I got pneumonia when I was 4 years old, and I had a bad cough. The thing is, the night my mother sent me to my grandmother's house to play, I fell asleep, and it got cold when I pushed the quilt away. I have been coughing, and my grandmother quickly took me to the hospital. It was early in the morning, and my mother came as soon as she heard that I was ill. I woke up and found myself lying in my mother's warm arms. Although the oxygen inhalation device hanging on my nose was very uncomfortable, I still felt very happy. In the following days, my mother stayed with me in the hospital. No matter how I cry, my mother is always there to comfort me.
I still remember that my mother used to hold my little hand with her big hand. I got used to it day by day, but one day when I was at school, my mother suddenly said to me, "You grow so fast that my mother can hardly hold your hand!" . At that moment, I suddenly felt that my mother was getting older every day, and I grew up in her warm arms.
My mother's words are plain, but they are full of motherly feelings that have benefited me all my life. Now I realize a sentence I once read in a book: "In this world, all debts can be paid off except what we owe our mother!" " ",I love my mother!