On Sunday, I got up early and prepared to learn cooking from my mother. When cooking, I put on my mother's apron, got the cooking materials, and prepared to start cooking a big breakfast early.
The first dish I learned was scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I washed the tomatoes and prepared to cut them with a kitchen knife, but my mother stopped me. My mother said that the kitchen knife was too big, so I could cut tomatoes with a fruit knife. I picked up a fruit knife and cut the tomatoes into small diced tomatoes. When my mother saw it, she quickly said, "It's too small, too small to see the little teeth. In that case, we can only make ketchup. Let me show you. " I gave the knife to my mother, who is like a cook. I repeatedly called for a good knife! Like my mother, I cut it into lovely small pieces and cut tomatoes. My mother taught me to beat the eggs evenly. Everything is ready, and my mother says we can start. According to my mother's instructions, add oil to the fire and stir fry, adding salt and sugar for a while, which is a little flustered. I didn't expect to look at a simple dish and make it so complicated.
Finally, it was completed with the help of my mother. It smells good! It must be delicious. Everything is ready, waiting for everyone to get up and taste my cooking. Be sure to praise me for my greatness.
Xxx, you have a great composition. 350 Mom, mom, you have a great composition (the second person says). My mom is over 30. She is as tall and straight as a pine tree, with big eyes and long hair shawls. When there is wind, her hair will dance with the wind, so chic! My mother is not only beautiful, but also has a heart of gold!
One Sunday, my mother and I went to the supermarket. The supermarket is crowded with people, and everyone is choosing their favorite goods. My mother and I bought some necessities and went to the cashier to check out. Because there are so many people today, the cashier is so tired that he is sweating. Finally, it's our turn. Mom pays the bill, the cashier returns the money to her, and we go home to take the Huakao |zk 168.
When we got home, my mother and I were panting. My mother tidied up her shopping and put it in the refrigerator. I just sat on the sofa and had a rest. Before I turned on the TV, I heard my mother say, "It's broken! The cashier gave me ten yuan more change. I have to pay back the money quickly, or the cashier will be criticized by the boss. " "Not ten dollars? What's the fuss? " I gave my mother a white look. Before I finished, my mother rode the tram out of the gate in a panic.
At that moment, it was still reflected in my mind. Although ten dollars is very small, my mother's sincere and kind heart is more precious than anything else! Mom, you are great!
I work for my mother. My mother thinks about how to match my clothes all day. My mother takes me shopping regardless of my annoying expression and increases my feelings every day. I still remember that there was a wonderful snow that winter. My grandmother was hospitalized because of a broken leg, and my mother ran to the hospital all day. Although it took only 65,438+00 minutes to get there by bus, I always hated the smell of medicine there. Mom is the same, but she says the taste of this medicine should be treated as perfume. I smiled and shook my head, pretending that women are really the most incomprehensible creatures in the world. "Mom raised her eyebrows, gherardini. At that time, it was very cold. Although we are in Beijing, I still feel very cold. The cold feeling runs from my head to my toes. I am surprised that my mother always buys a lot of gift boxes when she visits others, but only buys fruit when she visits her grandmother. When she asked her mother, she just pouted and gave me a smile that I couldn't understand. She said, "Your grandmother doesn't like that kind of expensive tonic. She only likes fruit. Grandparents have worked hard all their lives, but I can't take care of them in my later years. I can't do anything, maybe I can only buy fruit. Hey, Xiaoyu, do you know why grandma doesn't like taking supplements? "After listening to this answer, I always feel that my mother still didn't get to the point. She walked around trying to say something, but she still smiled." I know. "Now I know why my mother bought fruit to give up supplements, because it is not only my grandmother's physical reasons and stubbornness, but also my mother's feelings. Maybe others don't understand such words. They don't know something, just as my mother doesn't know that I know those things. Now I understand the mother-daughter affection that time and place can't erase, and understand the subtle warmth in that tacit understanding. My mother, she is a good daughter. My mother, she pursues fashion. Every time I buy a lot of clothes to go home, I just dress like a girl in her early twenties. Time leaves no trace, but I disdain this kind of behavior. Every time my mother buys clothes, I always want to sigh. Are all women like this? I can't help shivering at the thought that it may be like this in the future. It's not that bad. So I still feel at ease with a unkempt bird's nest and a wide pajamas. When you wake up, type in front of the computer and close the curtains. There is only darkness in the room, so much the better. It's best not to get close to a shiny creature like my mother. My dearest computer. Wow. So I looked at the computer and drooled. My mother, in her girlhood, vowed to wander like San Mao and go to the mysterious Sahara to see if those splendors can be fixed in the colorful pages of life forever. My mother, she is wordy and sometimes childish. She is very upset and wants to go out for air all day, which is completely different from my taciturn temper. My mother told me "nothing like me" all day, but proudly said "she is my daughter" in front of others. She has a kind heart, but a pair of smart eyes, flowing lightly. My mother, she has a changeable personality, and I hate showing too many emotions, but I want to say that I am very happy to have such a mother, really, really happy. I will be happy forever.
I worked for my mother since I was a child (composition) and lived with my mother every day, leading a carefree life. But I have never observed my mother carefully, nor have I experienced her hardships, nor have I cooked a delicious breakfast for her.
Today, I woke up early, crept up and walked out of the room quietly. After washing and dressing, I came to the kitchen and remembered that my mother used to get up early every morning to make breakfast for me. When she is busy, I get up slowly, and even foolishly think that it is natural for my mother to cook breakfast every day. Now, I know that my mother is too hard and tired. Today, let me cook a delicious breakfast for my mother! I tied my apron on my body and began to "work".
I took out two eggs from the refrigerator and tried to beat them into the bowl, but the little eggs were not obedient at all and were always everywhere, but I was not discouraged. I wasted three eggs and finally defeated both of them. Then, I put half a spoonful of salt into the bowl, took out a chopstick from the shelf and kept stirring the eggs until they were mixed evenly. Then I took two tomatoes from the basket, put them on the chopping board, took out the kitchen knife and carefully cut them-first cut them in the middle, then cut them into small pieces, put them in a small bowl and cook them with eggs later. After cooking, I took out the soymilk machine, grabbed a handful of whole grains from the box like my mother, put them in the soymilk machine, pressed the button on it and scrambled eggs. Ah! This is when I show my true strength: I first pour the eggs into the pot and stir-fry them with a shovel, and the oil splashed all over my face. I don't care about it, and then fry them. At this time, I freed my hand to wipe the oil stains on my face, then I put the eggs on it, poured the tomatoes in, added half a spoonful of salt and fried the juice. Then I put the egg down, fried it again, and watched the egg gradually taste, so I put it on.
At this time, my mother came out of the room and saw that my scrambled eggs and soybean milk were already on the table. Tears filled my eyes. I rushed up to hug my mother tightly and said excitedly, "Mom, I love you!" " These five words, my mother's face flushed with relief and her eyes were full of joy. She wiped the oil stains from my face with her warm big hand and murmured, "Beibei, I love you, too." I can't help turning around. Mother added, "silly child, I know I feel sorry for my mother." My daughter has grown up. It is really my mother's intimate little cotton-padded jacket! " "I feel very comfortable, wrapped in honey, sweet.
Who brought you a cup of hot tea when you were ill? Who wipes the tears from your eyes when you are sad? Who said an encouraging word for you when you failed? When you succeed, whose face is full of beautiful flowers? It's mom, our favorite mom!
Do one thing for mom.
These days, my father has been on duty for several days. My mother has to go to work, do housework and worry about my study. I am so tired that my back hurts. Looking at mom's tired face, I want to do something for her.
My mother is washing clothes on Sunday. I crept over and tapped my mother on the back. I said, "Mom, you are too tired these days. Let me punch you on the back! " "
My mother smiled and said to me, "My son is really filial." After listening to my mother's words, I was elated. Let mom sit in the chair quickly, and then rub her back. With my rhythmic beating, my mother's eyebrows gradually spread out and her face was tired. She also showed a peaceful smile and kept saying thank you to me. Seeing my mother happy, I said to her loudly, "Mom, I will often rub your back in the future."
Mother smiled and said, "I am satisfied with rubbing my mother's back today." As long as you study hard in the future, it is the best reward for your mother. "
After listening to my mother, I was ashamed. Before my eyes, I saw my mother doing all kinds of things for me: in order to buy books for me, my mother braved the snowstorm and went to the book city; In order to leave me something delicious, I have never tasted it myself; In order to create a comfortable learning environment for me, I specially arranged my study. ...
My mother has done so much for me, but I didn't even say "thank you" to her. Now I hit my mother on the back for a while, but my mother said so many "thank you" to me. I'm ashamed to think of it.
Maternal love is great, maternal love is selfless. In the future, I will do more things for my mother so that she can enjoy her son's filial piety.
Today is "March 8" Women's Day, and I especially hope my mother can have a happy holiday. Mom usually goes out early and comes back late, and she has to undertake the housework of our family at home. In my study, my mother doesn't know how much she cares. Although sometimes my mother will hit me when I make a mistake, I know my mother is also good for me.
I think my mother must be very tired and hard at work every day. Why don't I do housework for my mother once to make her relax? So I looked at the shoe rack. My mother's shoes are stained with a lot of dust and some dirty mud. Got it! I can shine my mother's shoes! I immediately brought a small chair, brush and shoe polish and began to shine shoes. I first clean the dust and mud on my shoes with a brush, then squeeze out a little shoe polish on the vamp, and rub it hard with a brush, so as to rub it left and right until the shoe polish is even, and then wipe it with silk cloth from beginning to end five minutes later. Ah! It took me a lot of effort to polish my shoes before I could see people! At this time, I was sweating and panting. I finally-understood my parents' pains, and I-just did so little housework, so tired. Mom does this every day. It must be harder. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and showed my shoes to my mother. My mother smiled and said, "Yuanyuan is really a sensible child and has learned to help her." This is the best holiday gift my mother has ever received! "
Hearing this, my heart is full of joy. I think it is worthwhile to exchange my efforts for understanding my parents' hardships. In the future, I will do something I can to reduce my mother's negative burden!
Small six mom, you are great. 500 words, mom, you are great!
My mother is very capable.
My mother is not a tailor and has never touched a sewing machine, but the other day my mother actually bought a small sewing machine online. As soon as the goods arrived home, she searched the package for instructions and pondered over the lovely machine. Look at the seriousness she wants to understand. I really admire her, but can she do it?
"Mom, can you drive?" I asked with a grain of salt.
Mother answered slowly, "Just wait and see!"
I gloated and stood aside, waiting for her "masterpiece".
I saw my mother plug in the power first, then wrapped a mass of wires and put them on according to the instructions. Don't underestimate my mother. She took out a dress I had already worn, took out a long ruler, smoothed the "new" cloth, measured it, and then outlined the shape with white chalk. Samples were born in my mother's hands one by one. As soon as the scissors fell, my mother sat in front of the car properly.
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My legs and feet are sore when I stand by, and my mother is still staring at the car. I was a little impatient, so I stepped aside to play with my Barbie doll.
"Baby, come and see the new clothes your mother made for you." A unique dress appeared before my eyes, and my eyes almost popped out. I can't wait for my mother to try it on for me.
"Hey, it's really good!" My look suddenly became very happy, and I kissed my mother again. I only praised her with a thumbs up. "Mom, you are great!" "
Son, mom read your composition, and it was great. During the winter vacation, I read a book, which is "Tell the children that you are great". Its author is Lu Qin, a bosom sister. It guided some parents and inspired me to make up my mind to be a good boy.
After reading this book, I was particularly surprised that the children in the book were so strange to their parents! Give two examples from books to illustrate.
There is a boy. After he entered junior high school, his mother called his close sister Lu Qin and said, "My child has entered junior high school. As soon as school was over, he shut himself in the hut and said nothing. As soon as I walked in, the child stared and said,' Get out! If you don't go out, I'll go out!' I don't understand why the children I have raised since childhood are so strange to me. "
Also, some parents like to read their children's diaries. These parents think that this can help them understand their children's inner world, but it is easy to arouse their resentment. Because adults peek at children's diaries, children have great opinions.
A child said to his intimate sister, "My mother peeked at my diary again."
Intimate sister: "How do you know that your mother peeked at your diary?"
He replied, "I knew my mother liked to peek at my diary." Although I have no evidence, I will definitely find it. "
Next, he told his intimate sister a real little story.
He said, "One day, he wrote a diary:' Mom, I saw your white hair this morning. You are tired for me! Mom, you must take care of yourself! In order to express my love for you, I keep your white hair in my diary. That evening, the mother went to "peek" at her son's diary again, which was very touching. Seeing the last sentence: "I keep your white hair in my diary", she looked for it for a long time but didn't see it. She thought it was lost, so she pulled out a gray hair from her head and put it in her son's diary. The next day, my son opened his diary and saw his white hair. He said to his mother, "Mom, you are peeking at my diary again." Mom said, "I didn't see it. Isn't that white hair well caught in it? " The son smiled: "Is your' fox tail' exposed? I don't have any white hair. You give your bald head to yourself. "
After reading those two stories, I couldn't help thinking, "Why do those parents peek at their children's diaries? Not good at all. Also, why are those children so strange to their parents? "
Judging from the above example, I have a pair of good parents. They never peek at my diary. They never betray me. They are close to me and are never strangers.
I have a mom and dad that is dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of millions times more than the mom and dad mentioned above. I am so lucky! So, I made up my mind to be a good boy.
Mom, you are great. You didn't shine your bright moon on that face. I studied it carefully. Mother is old, her black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, and her bright eyes are deeply sunken. My nose is sour, and the past comes to mind.
Last autumn, my grandmother got gallstones and was admitted to the hospital, which made my mother very busy. In the morning, when everyone was still sleeping, my mother got up quietly, made breakfast for us and rode to the hospital. As soon as I got there, I began to get busy, making my grandmother's bed, feeding her food and taking medicine. In the evening, my mother will make my grandmother's bed, and then bring hot water to help her wash her face and wipe her body, and put her to sleep before dragging her tired body home.
Mothers should not only take care of the elderly, but also take care of their children in every possible way.
It's autumn now, and everyone has added clothes. I have some ideas about my old suit. I want my mother to add a new one for me, but the words are on my lips. One day I finally couldn't help saying to my mother, "Mom, can I buy clothes?" After wearing clothes for a long time, my classmates laughed at me for wearing clothes so shabby. "Mom said casually," well! What clothes can I wear! Since I was a child, I should have ... ""All right, don't buy it. Say so much! "I interrupted my mother and thought: My mother is so stingy that she won't give up buying me a dress.
Actually, I didn't know my mother was knitting me a sweater. As soon as I said I wanted to buy clothes, I went to knit. I woke up in the middle of the night to see my mother knitting a sweater for me stitch by stitch under the light, and tears poured out unconsciously. Ten days later, the sweater was finished and my mother brought it to me. I looked at the beautiful sweater and then at my mother. I found that my mother lost a lot of weight trying to catch a sweater, and tears pattered away. ......
I am proud to have such a mother. I call affectionately in my heart: "Mom! You are my good mother! "
On Sunday, my parents were working overtime, but news came that my grandmother was ill and needed someone to take care of her. My parents said to Xiaoming, "When you are so old, you should help your parents take care of grandma." Say that finish, handed it to Xiao Ming 50 yuan.
Xiaoming went to grandma's house with 2 yuan's money. Grandma smiled happily when she saw Xiao Ming coming. However, grandma's face is very pale, not as red as before, and she looks haggard. Grandma coughed again and wanted to drink cold medicine, but she ran out of cold medicine at home. Xiaoming went to the nearest drugstore to buy cold medicine. Xiao Ming accidentally dropped a little cold medicine on the ground when he took it for grandma. After giving grandma the medicine, Xiaoming picked up the mop and dragged it up. Xiao Ming was so tired that he was panting. His mind was thinking about the way his mother mopped the floor, and he couldn't help thinking of her washing clothes, mopping the floor and sweeping the floor for us every day ... Isn't she tired? I want to be obedient, don't let her worry and make her tired.
In the evening, my parents came to pick me up. Grandma even praised Xiaoming for being good, and Xiaoming smiled happily. Xiao Ming is very obedient and sensible in the future.
Section 3.8 When I was writing 500 words for my mother, I enjoyed the care of my parents every day. Today I want to do something for my family to reduce my mother's burden.
After breakfast, my parents went to work, and I also started my secret action-doing housework. I know from my mother's appearance. First of all, I washed the dishcloth, squatted on the ground and wiped the floor bit by bit. Before I cleaned the room, I was sweating and panting. Thinking that my mother has to do these chores every day, I finally realized my mother's hard work today. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and continue to wipe. Persistence is victory! After about an hour, I finally wiped the floor of every room. The floor is so bright that I am too tired to get up on the sofa. But the floor of the audience is shining, and I am very happy.
After a short rest, I saw that it was almost ten o'clock, and I started my second secret operation-helping my mother cook.
I scooped some rice from the rice bucket and put it in the basin. Then I learned from my mother's way of washing rice, rubbing rice repeatedly with my hands in the water, and when the washed water became clean, I put the rice in the pressure cooker, filled it with water (my mother once told me that the water level should not exceed my hands), covered it, opened the valve of the liquefier and started cooking. After about twenty minutes, the pressure valve of the pressure cooker began to beat. I smell the smell of rice, and the rice is finally cooked! I'm even a little excited. I quickly turned off the liquefied steam valve and sat on the sofa waiting for my mother to get off work.
After a while, my mother came back and saw the clean floor as soon as she came in. She said in surprise, "Hey, why is the floor so bright today?" "I wiped it!" I jumped off the sofa and couldn't wait to show the fruits of my labor. "Mom, come to the kitchen and have a look. There are still surprises. " Then I dragged my mother into the kitchen. "Look, I've even cooked the meal." I proudly took off the pressure valve, lifted the lid and said, "Mom, try my craft." Say, take chopsticks to put a little rice in my mother's mouth. "Hey, the rice is a little raw. You seem a little light. " I tasted it, and it was really hard. My mother told me that it would take ten minutes to put out the fire after the pressure valve jumped. Oh, I see!
Although today's rice is not as delicious as my mother's, I always see a smile on my parents' faces when I eat. My father told me that this was the best rice he had ever eaten, and my mother nodded in agreement. Their approving eyes inspired me. I think I will continue to work hard and let them eat really delicious and fragrant rice next time.