I believe that everyone has a home, and there are relatives at home. Here I want to talk about my mother. I think I am an imperfect girl, because no one is perfect. I also have my own defects, since I was born. I remember my mother told me that I didn't cry when I was born, because all newborn children cried, so the nurse in the hospital hung my little feet upside down and patted me several times before I cried. Soon, I nestled quietly in my mother's arms. I asked my mother that giving birth should be very painful. My mother replied: actually, it really hurts when I was born, but after I gave birth. What a fool ~ ~ ~
There is a big mole on the back, which is natural. My mother didn't know it was a mole at that time. She thought I had ants on my back, so she pinched the mole on my back with her hand. As a result, I cried, and she knew that her daughter had a mole.
The stupidest thing is that no matter what I say, she will always believe me. Once I deliberately asked her: Mom, why do you love me? As a result, she only said one sentence: You are my aunt.
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Mom. Hee hee ~ ~ ~
With such a past, I really feel that my mother is so stupid. My mother went to my school, and I told her at home that the road was not far, and my mother really believed me. When I got off the bus, we were both wearing high-heeled sandals and walking in the hot sun. My mother also helps me with my luggage. It's too hot to say anything. The sun is scorching the earth, the trees on both sides of the road hang their heads listlessly, and our sweat is like rain, one after another, and we walk. I said: It's only a short walk, a short walk, and my mother is panting with fatigue. Plus, she was carrying my luggage, so I still said, It's only a short walk, and after a short walk, my mother's hair stuck to her cheek, but I said to her, Mom, look, it's just past the traffic lights ahead. I don't think my mother will trust her daughter anymore, because this section of the road is not what I said. Mom finally couldn't help saying, Rong, you usually walk this way without anything. Of course, you are not tired when you walk fast, but you won't feel this way if I ask you to carry something. You should judge things according to the actual situation. At that time, I really felt that I was not sensible. My mother came all the way, so I should stop a taxi. Oh, I'm so stupid. The school is here, but my mother and I suffered. My feet were worn out by shoes. It was two days before I dared to wear shoes.
Shayang Experimental Senior Two: Huang Rong 668
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Composition 2: Excellent Composition in Middle School: Motherly Love Composition 1700 words to help net.5730.net.
The past is like running water in my mind, and a breeze helps me open the door to memory. That person will never disappear in my memory because she is my mother.
People say that my daughter loves her mother the most, but in my childhood memory, my mother is so majestic and out of reach. What my mother told me the most was: A dutiful son can only be born under a stick, and Fiona Fang can't be defeated without a stick. Since then, my mother has established prestige in my heart.
My biggest fear is my mother. I remember one summer, because my home was in the country, children in the country generally went crazy to play. That time, my mother was not at home. My neighbor's children came to see me. I was so happy that I forgot my mother's instructions and regulations. My friends and I played hide-and-seek barefoot on the ground. After playing for a long time, my mother suddenly came back. I was walking barefoot on the ground. Mother's face darkened immediately, and the originally sunny sky became gloomy. I could feel that something ominous was happening in my heart, so I hurried away all my friends for fear that they would be implicated because of me. My mother solemnly said to me, "Did you do housework today?" I shook my head. Mom asked again, "Did you listen to what I told you?" I shook my head again. My mother picked up the broom next to her and drew at my feet. Although it was very painful, I tried not to cry because my mother said to be strong. After getting angry, my mother wiped her feet with medicine and said, "You know, you are not a child anymore. You should learn to be independent and take care of yourself. Mom can't be with you forever. I did this for your own good, and you will understand when you grow up. " My mother's words deeply touched my young heart.
When I was a child, I always thought that my mother didn't love me or care about me. But now I understand that everything my mother did was for my own good. She told me the truth of being a man and taught me to be ambitious. She always reminds me when I am about to make a mistake, and always loves and cares about me silently behind my back.
Mom, every word you say is like a seed, which is planted in my heart forever and benefits me endlessly.
Maternal love is great, and the maternal love of a dutiful son is even greater, because she has the greatest influence on the author. What is particularly touching is that at the end of the article, I directly expressed my gratitude to my mother in the second person. (Instructor: Xu Ruijun)
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Composition 3: "Excellent composition on maternal love" 500 words excellent composition on maternal love.
"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." I have memorized this poem since I was a child, but I have never really understood its meaning. In a blink of an eye, I'm already in Grade One. In my eyes, my mother has always been a person who only cares about my study and doesn't care much about my life. But one thing woke me up and changed my view of my mother.
I am a person who feels very unhappy. One day my mother and I had a big fight. My mother and I were angry, so I slammed the door and left. God, it's so dark, I can't help shivering. Suddenly I felt a little hungry, only to remember that I hadn't eaten dinner today, but because I was angry with my mother, I didn't want to go back and gave up being with my mother. I had to walk against the cold wind for a while. I stopped at the edge of a meadow. Somehow, my mother suddenly appeared in front of me, and then she said to me, "Ran Ran, my mother is wrong, but she shouldn't quarrel with you." After listening to my mother's earnest advice, I went home with her.
When I got home and finished my mother's cooking, I suddenly felt warm. I think I am the happiest person in the world.
Motherly love is ubiquitous and selfless. As long as you feel and experience with your heart, you will ripple in the ocean of love. Sadness is comfort, depression is hope, weakness is strength, and it is the source of sympathy, compassion, love and tolerance. Let us cherish and thrive under the nourishment of the source.
[Excellent composition on maternal love]
Composition 4: "[Excellent Composition] Love my unique mother" 600 words to say that my mother cares about me, it can be like a raging river. Today, I will tell you something that I will never forget.
Once, the math teacher handed out the test paper, and I got 5 1. The moment I took the test paper, I thought: How can I face my mother with such a poor test?
In the evening, it rained heavily, and my mother came home in the rain. After dinner, my mother came into my room and asked, "What's up? How many points did you get on this math paper? " "5 1 minute." My voice is very small, I lowered my head and whispered. I hope it will pass quickly today. "Alas ..." Mother sighed, and then went to wash the dishes. I looked at my mother's disappointed and worried eyes, and I was very upset. Picked up the math exercise in a hurry and wrote it.
Half an hour later, maybe half an hour! Mom came over and asked me to take out my math test paper. I slowly took out my test paper and thought about how to get through this time. After reading the paper, my mother said, "Go to the door and stand for 30 minutes, wake yourself up and find out the reason for the mistake." Let's go Come back by yourself later. "
I stood in front of the door and realized my mistake. Suddenly I found a bunch of small flowers in front of the door being slapped by the rain. At this time, a few trees next to them just covered them, and the rain could no longer hit the little flowers. Just like several mothers guarding their children in the rain.
When I returned to my room, I saw a piece of paper on the table, full of words. I took a closer look and said, "Baby, these are the mistakes. Mom won't scold you for this failure. Come on. " I see a lot of words on it. My eyes are already wet. Some branches and leaves of those big trees outside have been knocked off by raindrops, but the flowers below are unscathed. Mother is not like a big tree, silently dedicating herself, protecting us and inspiring us. And we have to make her sad, sad, and cut another knife in her fragile heart, don't we?
Ah! Mother is like a tree, mother is like a tree. I hope all children in the world can cherish their mothers!
Composition 5: 500 words can't forget maternal love.
It's raining outside the window and the wind is blowing gently. It opens the floodgate of memory, and memory is like the tide in Ma Benteng.
I grew up carefree under the blue sky woven by my mother with love, but I never really felt it with my heart. I remember one time, the night before the final exam, I turned over the books listlessly and couldn't read any more, because the final exam is coming tomorrow. I was so nervous that my heart jumped like a rabbit in my pocket. Just when I was upset, the door was opened. My mother came in with a bottle of warm milk and said to me with concern, "Daughter, it's cold. Have a cup of hot milk." After that, she put the milk on the table and smiled and said to me, "Daughter, it will rain heavily tonight, please be careful not to catch cold, and" I was angry before my mother finished. I have an exam tomorrow, so don't disturb me to review. "Say that finish, I turned away and ignored my mother. Mother swallowed her anger and said, "well, I won't bother you to review." You should go to bed early and take care of yourself. "
Text. "hey! "The door was closed, and I looked at the back of my mother's departure, and my heart was suddenly filled with guilt. I can't help blaming myself. I shouldn't have said those words, which broke my mother's heart. In fact, my mother has been weaving the cradle of love for me with her broad maternal love. Under her care, I grew up carefree and happy.
Until today, I didn't understand my mother's good intentions for me. Learning from me, toddler, my mother paid too much hardship. Romain rolland once said: Motherly love is the biggest flame. Yes, my mother was my first teacher growing up. She told me the philosophy of life and was an indispensable navigator on my life path.
Grade 5 of Xinsheng Central Primary School: Sun Jingyi
Composition 6: "[Excellent Composition] Mother who loves skipping rope" 400 words mother who loves skipping rope.
Three (5) classes of yellow
My mother is 43 years old this year. She is of medium height, short hair and fair skin. Her eyes smile like a curved moon, which is very kind. Many people say that my mother is young because she has an active personality.
My mother likes skipping rope, which is fast and good. Every time she jumps, I see the rope flying around, which makes me dazzled and countless. She is also my skipping teacher! My mother often says to me, "Jumping rope more is good, you can lose weight and keep fit, and you can grow taller."
One night in the summer vacation, my mother and I played skipping at home, and my father was our referee. The game started, and I jumped hard, once, twice, three times ... Wow! I jumped 180 times this time. I was panting with fatigue, but I was secretly happy, thinking that I would definitely surpass my mother. But when I looked back at my mother, she was still dancing intently, as if she were not tired at all. I jumped up quickly again. Finally, my mother jumped 260 times, and I jumped 2 10 times. The game was over, and my father announced that my mother had won. Hey! I really admire my mother. She is really a master of skipping rope.
I like my mother who loves skipping rope. I will practice and jump more in the future and surpass my mother as soon as possible.
Instructor: Gao Shifen
Composition 7: "Mother's love is behind" 500 words Mother's warm and nagging words can't help worrying us. But we never thought about who it was for! The following passage expresses mother's love for us:
When you were two years old, you often thanked your mother by throwing the delicious food she cooked for you on the ground. That's because we don't understand.
When you were four years old, you often wore the beautiful clothes your mother bought for you, went to play in the mud pit, and went home to let your exhausted mother help you wash them, saying that you would repay your mother by wearing them tomorrow.
When you were five years old, your mother bought you a football, but you used it to smash the neighbor's glass and let your mother bear it to repay your mother.
When you were seven years old, your mother spent a lot of money on your school, but you didn't attend classes well, bullied your classmates and ruined them. Let your mother take responsibility to repay your mother.
When you were thirteen years old, when you came home from school, your mother wanted to give you a hug, but you said impatiently, how annoying! Then I go back to my bedroom to do my homework. To repay mom.
When you were nineteen, your mother sent you to college. You said, Mom! Stand away, my classmates laugh at me! To repay mom.
Have you ever thought about what your mother's mood is after you said these words! Motherly love is always behind us, always in our young hearts! Motherly love is always selfless and great. What we can do is to help my mother do housework and study hard to repay her! No matter how high and far we fly, mom's love is always behind us, encouraging and supporting us. It's a great pity and shame to think about our ignorance when we were young!
Composition 8: "Thank your mother for her love" 500 words One hot night, my mother shook my fan and my clothes were soaked with sweat. My mother's love is a cool wind.
It rained after school, and my mother came to pick me up and gave me an umbrella. Mother's love is an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. Maternal love is a fire that never goes out in winter. Maternal love is a clear river, flowing endlessly.
Mother's love is selfless love, pure love! Thank my mother for giving me life and bringing me into this world; Thank my mother for everything, so that I can live and study without worry! My mother gave me a lot and touched me a lot. ...
I remember when I was four, I had an operation. When I woke up in the ward, I cried and said, "I'm in pain, I'm in pain ..." But my mother couldn't enter the ward, so she had to cry outside and wait anxiously for visiting hours. Ah! Motherly love is a teardrop!
My mother severely criticized me when I spilled pen water on my schoolbag. At that time, my face turned red and I dared not look up into her eyes. Ah! Motherly love is a reproachful look!
Once I forgot to bring my pencil case to school, and my mother chased me after me and shouted in a hoarse voice that had not fully recovered after the operation: "Yao Hanjing, pencil case!" " "But I didn't hear it. Until mom caught up with me. Ah! Motherly love is the pace of catching up!
Motherly love is soaked in my little progress; Motherly love accompanied me to grow sturdily; Mom's love makes me happy every day!
I want to say to my mother, "Mom, thank you for your love!" "
Composition 9: "[excellent composition] jealous mother" 500 words jealous mother
My mother is a jealous mother, classmates, that's not the kind of vinegar you think. But the other one, to know what she is jealous of, you have to listen to me slowly. I like to keep a diary.
I often write about my dad, greedy dad, funny dad and father-daughter love in my diary, which all reflect my dad's concern for me and his characteristics. My mother was very happy at first, giving me counseling and reviewing, but gradually my mother became jealous.
One day I was writing about my father again, and my mother began to nag: "There is a person who only writes about his father all day, as if his mother is not important to her." As soon as I heard this, it was obvious that there was something inside-talking about me. I looked at my father again. He was not angry at all. He just sat on the sofa and snickered. I want to ask my father for help, but my father's eyes are full of pride, as if to say, "Who told you to write about me all the time?" Now you have offended your mother. What do you do? " I am really angry and hate, and I really regret writing so much about my father. It seems that I have to take out my "killer" and act like a spoiled brat. I walked up to my mother and shook her arm. I said to her, "OK, OK, OK, Mom, my daughter has come to confess her sins." "Then how can you make up for your mistake?" Mom asked happily. Write about you and make amends for today's diary! You asked me to write yours when I sat at my desk and picked up a pen and started writing. Don't blame me for taking it mercilessly. No, I wrote "jealous mother".
Li Mengyang, Guo Fu No.1 Experimental School.
When the beautiful and charming fireworks bloomed in the sky, the reflected sky was as bright as day, and I was deeply shocked. There was silence after the fireworks, and so did I: every child was like this big flower in the sky, and my mother was like a piece of paper wrapped in fireworks. When the fireworks are in full bloom, the wrapping paper is broken into pieces and scattered all over the floor, even for a moment. ...
My mother loved me very much since I was a child, and she couldn't bear to hurt me a little. She took good care of me. Childhood is the happiest and best time in my life. At that time, my mother took my hand and pointed to the book to teach me to read the three-character classic: "At the beginning of life, human nature is good ... Xuanxuan, read after me." At that time, I just wanted to play and watch the children playing outside the balcony.
"Mom, I want to go out to play!"
"No, read me the amethyst."
"Can I go out to play with my back?"
"Of course."
I clapped my hands and recited carefully. At that time, playing ball was like my motivation. In a short time, my mother memorized several of my three-character classics, and my mother finally allowed me to go out to play. I've always wanted to break the cage, rush out of the house, play hide-and-seek with my friends and lose my handkerchief. ...
Although I was very happy when I was a child, I entered a state of intense study. I have a mountain of homework every day, and I often make mistakes in my homework. In the past, my gentle mother began to nag me seriously, spit in my face, and sometimes she was stubborn. Once, I was angry and angry, yelling at my mother, slamming the door and starting a cold war with my mother!
In the fifth grade, when the family was in financial crisis, my mother started the shoe business and shuttled through the market every day. When I went to school again, I happened to meet my mother. I suddenly found that my mother was much older, so thin and fragile that a gust of wind could blow her down. The cold wind made people tremble, and my mother coughed a few times. The cold wind shook the silver thread on my mother's head, and I suddenly burst into tears, tears streaming down my cheeks.
My mother takes care of me like a baby, afraid that I will fall into my hand and melt in my mouth. My mother is heartbroken for * * *. Statistics show that as mothers, we earn millions a year, and we should accept it. If we don't love our mother, how should we face the mother who raised us?
Motherly love is like running water, nourishing everything; Like nature, calm impetuous heart; Like the sea, the waves are rough, and how much love it contains ... even a thousand words can't express mom's love!
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