Mother often wears a golden ponytail, under long thin arch eyebrows, and in a pair of bright watery eyes, she can always see a sweet smile, and her thin cherry-like lips can't cover her teeth that want to vent. My mother is short but slim. She wears beautiful clothes. This is my mother.
During my winter vacation in primary school, I was at home, lying in bed, half squinting and thinking about things, my brother was fighting on the computer, and my father went to work early in the morning. Mother is going to go out on business, but when she sees that grandma hasn't got up yet, because grandma always gets up early, she can't help wondering.
I went to lock the door, and it was locked inside out. My mother was very anxious and shouted, "Mom, mom, are you awake?" Mom, mom. ..... "Mom's voice completely woke me up. While I was wondering, my mother turned up in the bedroom drawer like stepping on oil, only to see her pick up a bunch of keys and go out again. I followed, and my mother picked up one of the keys to open grandma's door and called my father: "Hello, husband?" "You hurry home, your mother has an accident, hurry up!" My mother opened the door with an anxious face and saw my grandmother lying in bed, pale and weak. My mother was busy calling my aunts and pushing her: "Mom, Mom, wake up …" After a while, my father came, and my father put my grandmother in the car, and my mother took care of her. After a few weeks, my grandmother was finally discharged from the hospital.
The neighbor said, "If it weren't for your mother, your grandmother would have died." Yes, if mom hadn't always cared about grandma, maybe grandma would have died long ago. Neighbors praised her mother. "She does things beautifully! This is my mother, a mother who always cares about others. I love my beautiful mother.
2. My mother's composition should have a 400-word introduction. My mother is very kind to me, but sometimes she is too strict. Everything is like death. Last time I almost called her "black and white impermanence".
At 6 o'clock in the morning, I was still dreaming, "get up! Get dressed quickly! " A loud noise pulled me out of my dream. I stretched drowsily, my mind still immersed in the dream I had just finished. Another thunderbolt: "Hurry up, when will it be ready!" " "I can't help shivering. The dream just now has run away without a trace.
Hey, my mother! I grabbed my clothes and put them on in a hurry. Mother's voice rang again in a hurry: "I haven't got up slowly for a long time, and I haven't recovered yet!" " "Mom served a delicious breakfast, but it was too hot, so I had to pick it with chopsticks.
At this time, there was another tornado in my ear: "Come on, what are you doing!" " "I said with confidence;" It's too hot. I want to eat cold food. Besides, it's only 7 o'clock. ""Don't make any noise again! " Mom said loudly.
This kind of thing happens every day in my family, even during the summer vacation. Finally, I have a holiday and don't have to go to school. I don't have to worry about being late.
I don't think my mother will "rush her life" any more, so she can relax. But mom, as always, my schedule hasn't changed at all. As usual, I get up, exercise, read English and do my homework.
Hey, my mom! I only play computer on Sunday, and my mother will scold me regardless; If you eat slowly, you will talk a lot. Now that I think about it, the only thing I haven't been scolded for is studying, because this is my strong point.
Hey, my mother, I know you are doing me good, but I have grown up and know what to do. So you should swear less in the future.
3. My mother's composition introduction My mother has short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose.
My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood.
I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday.
Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition.
My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world.
On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.
I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.
Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.
Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.
Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
4. Introduction to my mother's composition My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.
I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.
I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.
Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.
Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
5. Ask for a diary and ask for a positive description. About 400 words, spring flowers and autumn fruits, sunset, geese flying south. Years are spent one step at a time. Every time I look back on the road I have traveled, it is so depressing that there are only a few deep or shallow footprints. If you look closely, you will find that there are more or less rectangular marks on the edge of footprints, either true or false, or dreams or reality. In the end, I am still myself. I can only see the memories of the years. Follow each footprint-it's getting smaller. Next to a footprint, I saw a small mark, which was the first book I read. Memory unlocks the shackles on the door buckle, and fragmented memories emerge, which makes me confused. But I glanced at it-it looked so thin in a thick book. That is the first book I have read-my mother's diary! Maybe it's not a book, maybe it's just a drop in the ocean in your eyes. But it really helps me grow. The year I found it, I was eight years old and a sophomore, and I also learned more "Duo". I found it on the nightstand. That year, I only served as the group leader in my class and felt extremely humble. I also lost my original enthusiasm for learning. Its boredom makes me sick. I opened it. I got up in the middle of the night, turned on the TV and went to sleep again ... there were too many new words I didn't know. Curiosity prompted me to look up the dictionary patiently according to the method taught by the teacher for the first time. I feel a kind of fullness and pride that I have never felt before. I seem to taste the joy of learning and study hard. My mother's diary is really like a book, and I am the protagonist of the whole book. She never seems to notice that I moved her diary, because I always go back to my original place. Occasionally seeing the passive position of the diary, she just smiled, and my nervous heart was relieved. My mother keeps a diary every day, all the time. Even though she was tired, she wrote it down that day. This is what I learned from her since I was a child-what can be done today can be done today. And because of her spirit, I can see new things every day. Page by page, I seem to understand a lot, I seem to have grown up. Day after day, I don't know when to put down my diary and start reading other people's books. After reading other people's books, you will feel how naive and vulgar the diary is. There are more and more books on the shelf, and so is my reading. After entering junior high school, I also began to borrow books from the library. In the sea of books, everything is quiet ... years later, I talked about this diary to my mother. Diary is too common, but she just smiled. In your eyes, it may be really worthless, even not worthy of the title of "book", but I really think it is the first book in my life, the first book I read in my life! Now, when I grow up, I also start to write my own diary. There are not many luxurious sentences in the diary. Because I understand my mother's original intention of keeping a diary, I understand, I finally understand ... there are footprints every day, and there are traces of books next to them. Every day, I remember the first book I read, The Philosophy of Love.
6. Interesting Mom Composition 400 describes interesting mom and mom in action, psychology, details, front and side. Here I want to say thank you first! Thank you for encouraging me when I failed most; Thank you for giving me comfort when I was most helpless; Thank you for your kindness to me over the years! I remember I failed in a math contest! I thought you would scold me for making a mistake on the wrong topic, but you didn't blame me at all. Instead, you kindly said to me, "It doesn't matter, even if you fail this exam!" Learn a lesson from this exam. Be sure to work harder next time! Mom believes you can! " Mom, your words gave me courage and confidence. Thank you for your affirmation! Mom, I also want to say sorry to you! Your concern for me has never stopped, but I always say that you don't care enough about me, not enough about me! You have never been stingy with my love, but I always say that you don't love me enough to deserve me! I still remember the day before the exam, I was desperately reviewing for the final exam the next day.
At this time, you came into my room with a cup of hot tea and said kindly, "You are tired of reviewing, have a cup of tea and have a rest!" " ".I don't know why, suddenly have a strange impulse.
So, I said loudly, "There is no time to review. Is there any tea?" I am not thirsty! "So I spilled the nameless fire on you. You were surprised at first, and then said in a friendly tone, "Review well and go to bed early, and you will be full of energy in the exam tomorrow." "
Say that finish gently go out and close the door. I didn't go to bed until eleven that night. I opened the door and found you hovering in front of my door. You tried to come into my room again and again, but you stopped.
I can't sleep at night, and I feel guilty about what happened before. Therefore, I am determined to repay you with excellent results.
But ... I let you down again! Mom, you have paid too much for me,' whoever says grass will have three spring scenery.' I will study hard and repay you in the future.
I will grow up healthily under your care and care! A thousand words can't express my gratitude to you, and colorful can't describe my love for you. I can only say to you: "Mom, I love you in my life!" " " .
7. Write a brief introduction to your mother's composition. Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother. My mother is different. The way she caresses you is very special, so I admire her.
I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street and cried in despair. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, so she stepped forward and kicked me. She was not depressed and said that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once, and my mood changed. I understand a truth. Don't cry when things get difficult. Crying won't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mom. I understand your pain.
Mom, I love you. There is a saying, buried in a secret corner of my memory. Small words, though short, I will never forget them. In the second grade of primary school, some classmates and I always quarreled over trivial matters. Every time we quarreled, we blushed and often had a cold war.
Mom didn't say anything when she found out. Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand.
Bright red blood flowed from white arms. I quickly took medicine to help my mother bandage her bleeding hand.
Mom still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!" " I started arguing.
My mother waited for me to finish, and when my mood calmed down, she said to me calmly, "I believe that tolerance is necessary to get along with people." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.
I thought for a long time that night. Now I've changed a lot because of one sentence.
Mothers are all over the world and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent.
8. A composition describing the profile of the mother 600 words Mother's hand in the world, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands.
Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand. When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast.
Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner.
At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.
Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon.
I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework. It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well.
At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm.
With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold.
In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit.
I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me.
Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots.
But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere.
No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots.
Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it."
Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes.
Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.
Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother. . .