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Mom's topic composition
In our daily life, everyone has been exposed to composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are 9 short articles on the topic of mother that I collected for you, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

1 I thought I couldn't write about my mother, thinking I had a father who could explain any love. As for maternal love, I didn't get the happiest kind. But some things can't stand the scrutiny of time, such as what a five-year-old child likes best, and a ten-year-old child will abandon it. /kloc-the goal of life at the age of 0/5 always makes the reality of the graduation army make a ridiculous sigh. For my mother, I am the same.

Last time I went home to buy things and went to see her in her factory, I really missed her. I didn't expect her to be even more so. Although there are still those things that should be there, I shouldn't buy her anything, she can't eat and so on. But I can feel that her words are much lighter at this time, and she has been talking like a barrage, and her expression is very relaxed. Because she was busy on the machine, I bent down to help her. Her workmate stopped me with a smile and said that it would get my hands dirty, so she helped instead of my mother. So I admire my mother once again for being able to establish her own small circle and become an important member in any group. I think my mother often mentions her son when chatting with them, otherwise I won't feel their nature and closeness if I only meet them once. After turning off the phone, my mother only has half an hour for dinner, and she needs to continue to work overtime at night. When she left, she insisted on saving time for dinner and farewell. On the way, she asked me for a few days off. When she learned that I was coming back to see my aunt, she immediately stopped for a while and suddenly realized that the excitement and pride had faded.

I saw her mind, hugged her affectedly, and said something missing. She was caught off guard and embarrassed, but she scolded cheerfully: "How old are you? You are still like a child." I understand that although she is a strict mother, with the growth of age, her satisfaction has reached the point where I can get it by moving my lips, and I will inadvertently make her less satisfied. Gone, after a long time, I still accidentally saw her standing at the intersection, with no intention of looking back. The faint street lamp painted her whole body yellow, which made her look very thin against the dark sky. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say, so I deduced that she was lonely when she walked through that dark road, which led to her mother's difficult life.

Their generation has their own suffering, and my mother's suffering is even more distressing. My mother was very happy when she was a child. I heard that every time she goes to the market, grandpa can bring her back some complementary food such as fried dough sticks. However, the mother's life did not bypass the "critical year" (it was later learned that it was a three-year natural disaster in 59 years). My grandfather saw the cruelty of being a soldier, and when he came home from the barracks, he cut off his index finger with a knife and finally starved to death at home in the "critical year" of the village. It was normal to die at that time, and my grandfather died happily. There is no coffin, no mat that can be rolled up, and a handful of loess is left in that desolate land forever. I call this a happy ending, because at that time, most people who died at home would hide. As for cannibalism, I can really feel it from people who came from that era. But what I want to say is that it is a happy thing to die at that time, because the living still have to face hunger for a longer time, and the mother is one of the poor people who have to face it. My grandmother is thin and small, so it is inconvenient to walk. My mother was the oldest at that time-eleven years old, with a younger sister and a younger brother who was less than three years old. I don't remember whether my mother took my brothers and sisters to beg for food, but I remember when I was young, my mother would give generously to anyone who came to beg for food at home, and some even lit a fire temporarily and prepared a meal for each other. These have a great influence on my future interpersonal relationship. I can't understand the history of my mother before she was fifteen, but after she was fifteen, it was her most unforgettable time. The family has lost its labor force, but it is still a family unit. When the collective production team divides its work, it is not lacking.

15-year-old mother acts as the labor force at home, and one person undertakes the labor service business that all men outside can't afford. According to my mother, because she is busy farming, she seldom knows what her home is like at night. In the dark night, in the open field, teenage girls sit in the field, stop when they are tired, and then cut those crops in a limited time after waking up. Insects at night, sleepy girls in the middle of the night, all melted in the desolate Yamashita, entered the mother's heart, and never ran away. After the wheat harvest, it is also urged by the commune, and every household will find the last particle. My mother is very brave, risking burying the collected grain in four dark wasteland in the middle of the night to help my brother and sister who will starve to death if they don't have enough to eat. So my grandmother shed a lot of tears for her mother who didn't deserve this, but her mother was always indifferent. When I was a child, I secretly asked my mother if she was afraid at night. My mother only said that you couldn't be afraid at that time, and even if I finished my work, I couldn't get rid of the hunger of the whole family. In this way, my mother insisted and looked forward to it. Her greatest wish was that the survivors should not leave this incomplete family. In the future, younger brothers and sisters can also share some housework for their mothers. At this time, my mother will be much more relaxed. She can go to other grass markets to collect, and she can go to the commune with red epaulettes like a man, and get the respect of men close to her age and form a deep friendship. ...

Because of that hard time, my mother formed a strong and independent character, which also made her feel close to her grandmother, sisters and outsiders. Every time there is something important at home, my uncle and my second aunt will still listen to my mother's arrangement. The three sisters have never quarreled once. My mother has a deep-rooted superstition about food. When I was a child, I always accompanied my mother to pick up wheat during busy farming. I come out with dew in the morning and come back at sunset. I often hate the busy wheat season, the hot sun and the miserable life in the fields. But at my mother's request, I still want to stay in the shade of the field, look after the tricycle and watch my mother bend over in the hot air in the field. At that time, I was familiar with insects in the southeast and northwest of the field, looking for poisonous frogs with yellow bodies. A clod can make me spend an hour of boring time, while my mother just disappears in the snow-white sunshine and brown straw transpiration. Occasionally she was thirsty and hungry, and then she came to me, took some rice under my care, and went back to the field. That memory left a very deep impression on me. The happiest thing is to wait for the sunset, watch my mother happily, and tie the straw of the tricycle in the sunset. The afterglow set off the golden color of the wheat tip and swayed in my heart. I happily follow the tricycle on my way home, and sometimes I will follow the tractor full of straw with other children to pick up the fallen ears of wheat. It was the happiest and sweetest day for children, but it was also the most tiring moment for mothers. The child is full of joy after a busy day, as if there will be no tomorrow, but the mother is willing to repeat such a day tomorrow. Until I grow up and go to school, I don't need to pick up wheat at home to supplement my food, but I still occasionally hear my mother go out to pick up wheat at home. No matter the straw she picked up was sometimes wasted because she couldn't thresh it in time, or her father scolded her many times, her mother always didn't want to think of the ears of wheat in the field and longed to pick them up again.

She worked so hard that naturally our children began to worry about her health, and she also realized that grandma died of esophageal cancer. We were all worried that her mother would not survive the loss of that affection, but her mother accepted that fact in the care of her grandmother before her death and in the tears before her death. Occasionally she asked me, "You went to school, but in your book, why are there so many cancers now?" I realized that grandma still existed in her heart. But just after that, my mother secretly told my second sister that she had no appetite for dinner for a long time and asked her to take her to Chaoyang Hospital for examination. During the examination, the second sister cried, not for the sake of her mother's physical safety, but because she was worried that I was as sick as my grandmother and advised her not to tell us, otherwise we would never be allowed to find her again. Although the final result was a false alarm, I didn't know the secret until later on the phone, and I didn't feel tears. Add a sense of guilt to my mother, and think about what my mother would be like if it were not a false alarm. Life is sometimes a silent panic.

Today, we are no longer young, and our mother is no longer young. We are all passing on the endless responsibility of life from generation to generation. The years of a generation, the traces of a generation, overlap, and the years remain the same. The living and the dead are an understatement. Heroes of the Five Tombs, romantic figures, and eternal farewell songs are left to the living, and the ordinary years of my mother have also precipitated everything about her. All this along the cell, through the wind and rain, has continued to us. In the end, we will all turn into dirt, grind into dust, return to nature and wander in another foreign land. But to my mother, she will always be my mother.

Mother's Topic Composition 2 At the foot of the majestic Cangshan Mountain, sparkling all year round, the sky covered with silver is in perfect harmony, which is a famous scenic spot and nature reserve in China. She is our mother lake-Erhai Lake!

It is one of the seven freshwater lakes in China and the second largest lake in Yunnan. She makes Dali moist, with spring-like seasons and beautiful scenery; She is famous for her beautiful natural scenery and rich biological resources. She has created endless wealth for agricultural irrigation, industrial production water and urban domestic water supply, hydropower generation and water transportation, fishery breeding and tourism.

However, in recent years, the ecological environment of Erhai Lake has been destroyed, which not only threatens people's lives, but also affects the development of their hometown. The reason for this is the following:

1. Domestic pollution: Residents, restaurants, hotels and resorts around Erhai Lake randomly dump domestic garbage, discharge domestic sewage, and even throw animal carcasses into Erhai Lake. With the continuous improvement of rural life, there are more and more flushing toilets, and sewage is also connected to Erhai Lake.

2. Agricultural pollution: In the agricultural production activities in Erhai Lake area, due to the extensive use of pesticides and fertilizers and the use of flood irrigation, a large number of fertilizers and pesticides were lost to Erhai Lake, which led to the increase of nutrients such as nitrogen and phosphorus in the lake water, which provided rich nutrients for algae reproduction and led to the outbreak of cyanobacteria in the whole lake. At the same time, it killed many creatures in the lake and made the lake stink.

3. Tourism and shipping pollution: There are nearly 5,000 fishing boats, dredgers and large, medium and small cruise ships in Erhai Lake, which produce sewage, garbage and oil pollution from various ships every day, causing water pollution.

For a better life tomorrow, for the smile of Mother Lake, for the clearer water, greener mountains and bluer sky in Dali, let's take active actions, start from the side, start from every little thing, and let's protect Erhai Lake together!

Mom, thank you for raising me so carefully, accompanying me to school every day and taking us out to play, which makes me very happy every day!

Thank you, mom, for giving birth to me so hard that I can see the colorful world and go to school. I live a full, happy and happy life every day. If you let me go to school, I can make good friends and learn a lot of knowledge and Chinese characters. Mom, thank you for giving birth to me. Mom, I love you so much!

Dear mother, although your hair turns white day by day, you are still as beautiful as before, just like a lovely angel, always with me.

Mom! Thank you for cleaning the house thoroughly and changing comfortable sheets for us. The sheets smell of sunshine and maternal love. When I lie down, I seem to be surrounded by warmth, as if I were held in my arms by my mother, which makes me sleep happily and dream.

Thanks to your mother, let me grow up happily and study happily. Thanks, mom. Mom! Happy Mother's Day!

I have seen every tear and every smiling face. Tears are shining with crystal luster, flashing everyone's eyes and deeply hurting my heart-Ming.

I heard that an angel, when she brought you into this world, walked away from the gate of hell. When she brought you into this world, she gave you not only that little life, but also infinite love and affection.

Today, I feel bitter in countless laughter and angel tears, and I feel the sound of falling and breaking.

He used to educate out-of-control children. He, the child whose education is out of control now. Once out of control, it will better lay a good foundation for your future, because stumbling blocks are the steps forward. He began to study, and his academic performance went up. When his mother was happy, his children would be happy.

He listens actively in class, dares to challenge difficulties and climbs up. In math class, he can understand what the teacher said, which is a big leap for him! Everyone treats problems in a different way, so people are different now. When a person gives up, no one can save him.

He, the child who is out of control now. Indulge in the internet and say countless vicious and ugly words to our mother who has worked hard to raise us. Looking at the mother who is nearly 40 years old crying on the phone, when she is pregnant with a child, she can feel the child's little actions telling her that she exists, and her heart is full of happiness. But what is waiting for her is the rebellion and rebellion of the child when he grows up. There is an unspeakable sadness spreading in my heart.

Listening to my mother's story, I seem to hear one question after another: Are you angry with your mother? Have you ever been filial? ! Under this kind of questioning, I can't seem to answer confidently at all: yes! Mother cried that she was heartbroken and a string of tears fell from her eyes.

I thought of my mother, who was heartbroken about her study problems. She broke her mouth because of my laziness. I hope my mother is happy, because I will feel happy only if my family is happy. I once saw my mother crying, and that was excitement. It is because of my little gesture that my mother can cry. Sometimes, I often take my parents' love for granted, so I gradually forget to thank them and say the kindest words to my parents: thank you!

In order to stop mom from crying and make mom laugh, we must believe in ourselves, because people can believe! Everyone is born a champion. As long as you have perseverance, even if it is bigger than the sky and deeper than the sea, you can overcome it!

Everyone appeals, there is only laughter in the world! Mom has the most beautiful smile!

Today is Mother's Day. My mother bought a skirt for my mother-in-law as a gift.

I think, although my mother has a bad temper and is often angry, she washes my clothes, cooks and makes up lessons every day. Take good care of me and care about me. So I found an empty postcard and wrote on it: Thank you for your love. Happy holidays to mom. I must study hard and be a good boy.

Once my mother came home from work, I gave her a postcard. Mom said I grew up.

Mother Topic Composition Article 6 My mother

Ah! I love your mother. Your eyes are always spring. My practical joke has always been winter. My beauty needs your call. Ah! I love your mother. Sun and storm, you are an ordinary tree. In cold winter, it snows heavily. You are also that ordinary tree. I'm the one who needs your seedlings. You sheltered me from the wind and rain, but I stabbed your heart again and again. Ah! I love your mother. Landslides and earthquakes can't shake your hard work for me. How can I forget your kindness to me?

Lightning and thunder, let me find your sadness. I'm ashamed. Ah! I love your mother. Day and night, you give me your "energy", but you get your silver hair. I find myself regretting being taught a lesson every morning and evening. You once added a few Sichuan words to Pinghai's face. I love your mother!

My mother is a kind person and has cared about me since she was a child. I didn't listen to her in particular. But she took good care of me.

I am here to thank my mother, my teacher for everything she has done for me and her tireless care for me. Although I am disobedient, you can still take care of me. Thank you.

How time flies! How time flies! It's Mother's Day again in a blink of an eye. To tell the truth, I am happy for my mother, but my troubles also arise: what gift should I give my mother? I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't come up with a good idea. My head is about to explode. I really couldn't think of it, so I went to consult my experienced father. Dad said, "It's just a birthday present. It's simple. If you kiss her, that's fine. " I said, "Dad, you don't look like an experienced person at all. It is not that simple. " Dad went on to say, "son, in fact, birthday gifts are meaningful, neither expensive nor cheap." Besides, you haven't the ability to make money. Mom will be angry if you spend money on gifts. "

I think what my father said is very reasonable. After listening to my father's words, my thinking has the right direction. I patted my head. "Ha ha, I know what to do."

At this time, my mother came back from the vegetable market to buy food. I hurried to help my mother get food. Mom said happily, "You are really sensible today." I brought another chair and asked my mother to sit down. I massage my mother with my little hands to relax her. I asked, "Mom, do you know what day it is today?" Mom shook her head and said, "I don't know."

I stopped the massage and said to my mother with my father, "Happy Mother's Day!" " "Then, I kissed my mother's left cheek and my father kissed my mother's right cheek.

Mother was moved to tears.

Motif composition 9 teaching process:

First, the guidance class

1. I saw an article written by a classmate the other day. The teacher picks out some of them here and talks about them, so that our classmates can experience the psychological thoughts of the two characters in the text at that time.

(Oral student composition: I came home from school and sang "Empty City Strategy" all the way. Just entering the room, my mother said, "I just made mutton in the pot." You are hungry, eat first. " I lifted the lid and saw that there was only half a bowl, so I wanted to save some for me. I walked into my cutting room. Students discuss the thoughts of "I" and mother in the text, thus leading to the topic of affection.

2. Draw a conclusion: For a long time, we were all bathed in the deep love of our parents, and failed to get to know them and observe them with gratitude. Many times, we often ignore the love of our parents at that moment. When we complain that life is too hard and study is too tired, have we ever thought about our parents with their backs to the loess and their backs to the sky, or their hard work for providing us with education? Listen to an article-Niang.

Thinking:

What kind of mother is Niang in the article?

(2) When I got on the bus, my mother said that I would stand up and bite my teeth. What is the purpose of Niang saying this to me?

(3) When our family was in difficulties, the article wrote many times that my mother went out to borrow money for our study. What did you get from it?

(4) I thanked my tears three times in the article. What is the difference between these three kinds of tears?

Summary: 1. The mother in this article is a strong mother with backbone. He also hopes that her children can face difficulties as bravely as he does. Although the family is so poor, my mother has never forgotten her vows. He supported this difficult family with thin shoulders, and we can't help but be deeply moved. Having such a great mother and such a disappointing son.

3. Read "Mom Ugly"

Discuss the following questions

What is the clue of the article?

(2) the article selected a few things about mother.

(3) How does the article express my feelings for my mother?

Perhaps the mother in this article is an ordinary member of millions of ordinary rural women. They silently contributed to their children's success. Can we not be proud of having such parents? Our parents can not only work hard for their children, but also give their lives at the most critical moment. Do you still remember the song "Dawn" sung by singer Han Hong? Do you know the origin of this song?

4. Play the song Dawn.

There is a touching story behind this song. 1999 A cable car crash occurred in Maling Tourist Area, Guizhou Province. Only one two-year-old child among the 23 tourists survived. He survived, because at the moment when the cable car landed, his father lifted him to his shoulder. Saved his son with his own life. The great father passed away, but his feat deeply touched everyone. Singer Han Hong wrote this touching song.

Let the students talk about their experiences and feelings.