1. Describe mother

My dad is very ordinary, but to me dad is the most perfect person in this world, love my dad very much, and the most love is dad's hair.

Dad's hair is black and dense, slightly soft, with a shampoo unique scent smells good. But I like my father's hair is not just because of these, when I was a child, once I fell because of naughty legs, pain I was crying more than! Dad ran all the way to the hospital on my back, and I was crying because of the pain messing around and grabbing my dad's hair, but my dad didn't say anything to endure the pain and took me to the hospital.

In the hospital after the cast can not walk, so my father will carry me to school every day, lying on my father's back, looking at my father was I scratch off the hair to reveal a small piece of scalp, my heart aches and guilt, but my father smiled and said that it does not hurt at all! Smell the smell of my father's hair felt especially warm, so that will leave very warm traces in my childhood memory, until now I miss it. After I grew up, my dad's hair gradually became less black and more, and I was really worried that my dad would become bald. Once actually found that Dad's hair actually has a lot of white hair, heart sour very bad taste, but Dad smiled and comforted me that there is no relationship, the age of this is very common.

I realized that my father was really much older than when I was a child, and I gradually grew up! So I said to my dad with a smile on my face, when I grow up and earn money, I will buy the best medicine for my dad, so that he can grow black and dense hair out again! Dad was very happy and said with a smile that this thought I had for him made him even happier than growing his hair black and dense! Whenever I think of my dad's hair, I can't help but think of those warm memories of being carried on my dad's back with the smell of my dad's hair. Maybe one day my dad's hair will really fall out, but the warm love my dad left me with will never go away.PS: Because you didn't say what you brought it for, and it's not clear what level is actually needed, but with four hundred words, guess what it should be, homework in elementary school! Estimated to write, I hope to help you! I always thought that my father would always be young, until I went home that day, and saw my mother take a small comb, squeezed the hair coloring cream, a little bit of comb to my father's gray hair, I was surprised to find that my father was old. Not only is the hair gray, face slack, and back also hunched, and therefore much shorter, the body everywhere fall the traces of the years of erosion.

How did my father get old? When did my father start to get old? I blame myself for my previous carelessness. Looking at the old father, a bone-deep love, diffuse my whole body, this love is also mixed with a kind of sentimental, sour.

Throwing away the bag to go up to the front, took over the hands of the mother of the small comb, combed his father's white hair, tears can not help but fill his eyes, through the tears to see his father's head full of white hair, but also feel in a trance. My father had a head of thick and lush hair, my father's hair thick and black, also slightly curly, without hair wax, head oil also showed a shiny luster.

When I was a kid, I used to climb onto my father's knee, fiddle with the black hair, tie it into a pigtail with my red headband, and then jump down, happily looking at my masterpiece, calling out to the kids, letting them see me turn my father into a "girl from Xinjiang - braids galore". -I called out to the children to show them that I had turned my father into a "Xinjiang girl with lots of pigtails". The usual serious father now also with a smile at my mercy, let his daughter to treat him as an exhibit.

A little older, I know the "beauty", every time I sat in front of the mirror to look at themselves, the head of yellow and thin hair always make me regret for their own regret, regret. Comb a braid it, thin soft a small root, hanging in the back of the head a little weight is not, but also often called by the boys "gun twist".

Tough all cut off, they are sparse and yellow ambush in the head, barely able to cover the scalp, like the late fall grass. For a long time, my hair became my heart disease, I think it is the biggest obstacle to become a "beautiful woman", and at this time, I envy my father's head of black, shiny hair with aristocratic gas, and later turned from envy to annoyance: annoyed with the same father and daughter, hair difference is so big, annoyed at my father, why did not the head of black hair inherited to me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

When I was angry, I yelled at my father and asked him why he was so stingy and why he didn't pass on his good hair to me.

So I took it for granted and desperately looked forward to growing up. But after a few days, I forgot what my father had said and started yelling again, so he comforted me again.

I can't remember when it was, but I know that I was already in middle school, and my father had a small boil on the top of his head, and when he asked me to help him wipe the medicine, I found a white hair in his head of hair, and I shouted, "Dad, you're growing gray hair!" I shouted. At that time, I did not feel that this is the years left marks, parents began to grow old characteristics, silly and even gloating to my father, "so beautiful hair also lurks in the gray hair, you no longer proud of it."

Plucked it off and placed it in the palm of his father's hand, then pulled his hair and started searching for it, and on that day a **** searched for three gray hairs. My father held the three gray hairs did not say anything, but I was excited about my own "results".

From the time I found my father's first gray hairs, every once in a while, I would help him search for gray hairs on his head, and then put them "shot".

Every time I found one, I was exhilarated by it.

As the years go by, the gray hairs on my father's head are getting better and better, and my "results" are also more and more abundant.

And my father every time so quietly lying, let me turn his hair in a mess, smiling and holding up his hand, let me put a root of gray hair into his open palm, waiting for me to "call it a day" after the number of statistics. Many years later, when I found with my husband at the same age of a gray hair on the temples, the heart of the steep rise of the sour and helpless, I suddenly recalled that year's father, my father held the root of the white hair when the mood should be the same as today's us.

Then I enlisted in the army, became a border police, 20 years of years to the north and south, stepped all over the country's mountains and waters, home became a stagecoach station, each time it is a rush to and from, not ever.

2. to mom's gray hair as the theme, write a 700-word essay

mom's gray hair

The night is already very deep, the biting cold wind whistling blowing non-stop. Inside the house, my mom was sitting under the lamp still making cotton shoes for me.

I have finished my homework and lay down in the hot quilt, a little sleepy. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. Think of my mother to my siblings pulled so big, I do not know how much more and how much effort, how much heart, ate how much suffering; I obviously feel that she is much older than before, the face and more engraved a few wrinkles, the hands of more than a few cracks, the head and more than a few strands of white hair 、、、、、.

Like this cold night, many people in the village have long been asleep, but only my mother is still braving the cold, tireless for me to do the cotton shoes, she a needle and a line, do is so serious, so careful, so patient, as if every needle, every line are sent to the children's infinite love. Thinking about it, tears unknowingly flowed out of my eyes. I don't know whether it is guilt or hard, I can't control my feelings, cover my mouth with my hand tightly, cover my head, let the tears flow freely, not long after the pillow was soaked with tears a large area. After a long time, I sneak a look at my mom with tear-blurred eyes, only to see her still stitching shoes, I finally could not help but say: "Mom, it's so cold, it's so late, you should also go to bed." But she said offhandedly, "I'm not cold, I'll do it well tonight, so I won't delay you from wearing it tomorrow, you go to sleep first!" Hearing my mother's words, a burst of warmth immediately warmed my whole body, tears once again unknowingly flowed out. Accompanied by a burst of cockcrowing, I unconsciously entered the dreamland.

The next morning, I saw a brand new pair of cotton shoes on the pillow. I put it on, my feet felt warm, and my heart felt hot. Then look at the haggard mom, only to see her temples have a few more roots of white hair.

3. Essay "Mom I Love You" 700 words from the hair, eyes, hands, and things related to mom to write

The past ten years, it is my mom has been taking care of me in every possible way. I am very grateful to my mom, she has never given up on me, whether it is in my studies, life or when I am in trouble. In my studies, if I was under too much pressure and regressed, my mom would take me to Shenzhen to go shopping and buy me clothes, so that I would be happy and my mood would naturally lighten up, and then I could go back to my studies. Sometimes, my mom would either guide me or hire a tutor to help me with my studies. She would rather work hard herself than let me suffer. In life, if I'm sick, my mom cares more about me. She was afraid that my grades would drop and that I wouldn't be able to keep up. When I think of it now, it was really a princess-like life. A princess's life. Who wouldn't want to live a carefree life? But my mom had to take care of me and do the housework, it was so hard. But I never thought about it. I just relied on my mom. When things get tough, my mom gives me encouragement and confidence. Sometimes she even told me jokes to make me happy, and sometimes she worked with me to find the perfect solution. I can't forget my mom's care and love for me. My mom's love for me is more than a spring, and my love for my mom is a sea of sky. In the future, I will repay my mom with the best grades. Because my mom loves to see my good grades, and every time I do, she smiles with relief. I want to see my mom's smile, so I want to study hard to let my mom know that her care for me is not in vain, and I will do my mom a favor by getting amazing grades and not letting some self-righteous people look down on us. Because of this, whenever I see my mom's hard work, I am sore, but I also think: If I study well and find a good job, I can hire workers to serve my mom, so that she can enjoy her happiness. I want my mom to know that her daughter is good and will not let her down. Because of this goal, I keep moving forward. I owe it all to my mom, who gave me life, care and concern. I owe it all to my mom, and as for me, I want to praise her for loving me so much that she gave me half of her life. Not only that, but I would like to praise the mothers of the world, wishing that they could take better care of their children, like my mother did. That is the world's unselfish mother's love .

4. Essay "Mom's Hair" 700 words

Mom's Hair

When I was a child, naughty me often loved to play with my mother's hair, when her hair was not only black, but also very smooth. It looked like a black waterfall.

Now I have grown up. I've been studying a lot, so I haven't played with my mom's hair in about four years. Today, I was free and ready for some nostalgia. Mom was sitting on the bed reading a book and I was playing with her hair behind her. I was shocked to see how my mom's hair had turned out: it wasn't black anymore, it was just light black, and a small part of it had turned gray. I thought about it for a while while combing it, and I understood - how much effort my mom had put into me and my brother? Mom puts most of her energy into me and my brother ......

Thinking about it, I put down the comb, quickly ran to my room and closed the door, crying. I thought back to my own bad temper and how I had made my mom cry. I feel that I have done a lot of things wrong ...... now I know how to repay my mom for everything she has done for me.

Mom never hit me, nor scolded me, just very patiently to teach me - failed exams, mom encouraged me to fight on. Encountered a setback - mom taught me how to face. I did something wrong - mom in the side to support me to admit my mistakes ......

Thank you mom has always been to pay, in the hearts of others, mom is just an ordinary person but in my heart, my mother is the sky's brightest star in the darkness shines to the Mom in my daughter's heart, whether it is 50 years old. She is the most important person in my heart. Seventy years old ...... are so beautiful. Gray hair is just a matter of appearance, in my daughter's heart is always the black waterfall.

Thank you mom has always been with me, I will use my best things to repay you, will not let you down your parenting.

Mom, thank you, I love you!

5. Describe the hair of a loved one essay

My dad is very ordinary, but to me dad is the most perfect person in this world, love my dad very much, and the most favorite thing is my dad's hair.

Dad's hair is black and dense, slightly soft, with a shampoo unique scent smells good. But I like my father's hair is not just because of these, when I was a child, once I fell because of naughty legs, pain I was crying more than! Dad ran all the way to the hospital on my back, and I was crying because of the pain messing around with my dad's hair, but my dad didn't say anything to endure the pain and took me to the hospital.

In the hospital after the cast can not walk, so my father will carry me to school every day, lying on my father's back, looking at my father was I scratch off the hair to reveal a small piece of scalp, my heart aches and guilt, but my father smiled and said that it does not hurt at all! Smell the smell of my father's hair felt especially warm, so that will leave very warm traces in my childhood memory, until now I miss it. After I grew up, my dad's hair gradually became less black and more, and I was really worried that my dad would become bald. Once actually found that Dad's hair actually has a lot of white hair, heart sour very bad taste, but Dad smiled and comforted me that there is no relationship, the age of this is very common.

I realized that my father is really much older than when I was a child, and I have gradually grown up! So I said to my dad with a smile on my face, when I grow up and earn money, I will buy the best medicine for my dad, so that he can grow black and dense hair out again! Dad was very happy and said with a smile that this thought I had for him made him even happier than growing his hair black and dense! Whenever I think of my dad's hair, I can't help but think of those warm memories of being carried on my dad's back with the smell of my dad's hair. Maybe one day my dad's hair will really fall out, but the warm love my dad left me with will never go away.PS: Because you didn't say what you brought it for, and it's not clear what level is actually needed, but with four hundred words, guess what it should be, homework in elementary school! Estimated to write, I hope to help you! I always thought that my father would always be young, until I went home that day, and saw my mother take a small comb, squeezed the hair coloring cream, a little bit of comb to my father's gray hair, I was surprised to find that my father was old. Not only is the hair gray, face slack, and back also hunched, and therefore much shorter, the body everywhere fall the traces of the years of erosion.

How did my father get old? When did my father start to get old? I blame myself for my previous carelessness. Looking at the old father, a bone-deep love, diffuse my whole body, this love is also mixed with a kind of sentimental, sour.

Throw away the bag up to the front, took over the hands of the mother of the small comb, carefully combed the father's white hair, tears can not help but fill the eyes, through the tears to see the father's head full of white hair, but also feel in a trance. My father had a head of thick and lush hair, my father's hair thick and black, also slightly curly, without hair wax, head oil also showed a shiny luster.

When I was a kid, I used to climb onto my father's knee, fiddle with the black hair, tie it into a pigtail with my red headband, and then jump down, happily looking at my masterpiece, calling out to the kids, letting them see me turn my father into a "girl from Xinjiang - braids galore". -I called out to the children to show them that I had turned my father into a "Xinjiang girl with lots of pigtails". The usual serious father now also with a smile at my mercy, let his daughter to treat him as an exhibit.

A little older, I know the "beauty", every time I sat in front of the mirror to look at themselves, the head of yellow and thin hair always make me regret for their own regret, regret. Comb a braid it, thin soft a small root, hanging in the back of the head a little weight are not, but also often called by the boys as "gun twist".

Tough all cut off, they are sparse and yellow ambush in the head, barely able to cover the scalp, like the late fall grass. For a long time, my hair became my heart disease, I think it is the biggest obstacle to become a "beautiful woman", and at this time, I envy my father's head of black, shiny hair with aristocratic gas, and later turned from envy to annoyance: annoyed with the same father and daughter, hair difference is so big, annoyed at my father, why did not the head of black hair inherited to me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

When I was angry, I yelled at my father and asked him why he was so stingy and why he didn't pass on his good hair to me.

So I took it for granted and desperately looked forward to growing up. But after a few days, I forgot what my father had said and started yelling again, so he comforted me again.

I can't remember when it was, but I know that I was already in middle school, and my father had a small boil on the top of his head, and when he asked me to help him wipe the medicine, I found a white hair in his head of hair, and I shouted, "Dad, you're growing gray hair!" I shouted. At that time, I did not feel that this is the years left marks, parents began to grow old characteristics, silly and even gloating to my father, "so beautiful hair also lurks in gray hair, you no longer proud of it."

Plucked it off and placed it in the palm of his father's hand, then pulled his hair and started searching for it, and on that day a **** searched for three gray hairs. My father held the three gray hairs did not say anything, but I was excited about my own "results".

From the time I found my father's first gray hairs, every once in a while, I would help him search for gray hairs on his head, and then "shoot" them.

Every time I found one, I was exhilarated by it.

As the years go by, the gray hairs on my father's head are getting better and better, and my "results" are more and more plentiful.

And my father every time so quietly lying, let me turn his hair in a mess, smiling and holding up his hand, let me put a root of gray hair into his open palm, waiting for me to "call it a day" after the number of statistics. Many years later, when I found with my husband at the same age of a gray hair on the temples, the heart of the steep rise of the sour and helpless, I suddenly recalled that year's father, my father held the root of the white hair when the mood should be the same as today's us.

Then I enlisted in the army, became a border police, 20 years of years to the north and south, stepped all over the country's mountains and waters, home became a stagecoach station, each time it is a rush to and from, not ever.

6. Seek to mother's white hair as the theme of the essay

Lift the pen, just wrote the first word, in front of the eyes of the mother will emerge that silver white hair, and good kind face, tolerant eyes ...... forget the boat and bring me back to the river of years, so that I can not help but think of the past to make me guilty of things.

Near the exams of a night, our whole family at the dinner table to eat dinner, dad, mom and sister are full, only I am still eating one bite at a time. The mother only urged me to "eat fast, don't be slow." After eating, I stood up, habitually stretching out my hand just to clean up the rice bowl, who knows, a pair of rough big hands have first cleaned up the rice bowl. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.

I heard my mother say: "You go in to study, I'll clean up the rice bowl." I was stunned, turned around without mummy and walked into the room.

Sitting in front of the desk, from the kitchen came bursts of washing finished sound, knocking my heart, like in the reproach of what and as if in the urging of what. At the moment, my ears seem to ring again my mother's voice: "good review, and strive to get good grades." Finally spread out the books, watching, watching ...... also do not know how long, the mother walked in, look at the books spread out on the desk, smiled with relief.

Mother walked out, after a while, a cup of hot milk on the desk. Another moment, the mother took an electric fan tiptoed in, adjusted the angle, turn on the switch, the hot air in the room suddenly dispersed, everywhere is a cool breeze. Watching, watching ...... mother walked in again, holding a tray of mosquito coils, put it under the table, and said, "Ah Ming, are you hungry? Let me go cook you an egg?" My goodness, it's only been a few minutes! I every uttered a word as my mother walked out, and a moment later, there were two more steaming eggs on the desk. "Ming, bring them for yourself when you're hungry."

I stood up violently, shouted at my mother: "People just into the track, you have to give stirred, really!" My mother froze and looked at me in amazement, as if she were sizing up a stranger.

I also froze, my mother's strange eyes pierced me. I regret, regret why I did it at that time, but I don't know, don't know ......

Gradually, the mother's understanding, forgiving eyes instead of the strange, surprised gaze, gently said, "Well, you continue to study, I no longer affect you. "

Just at this moment, I saw, clearly saw the mother's silver white hair, the dazzling silver, again y pierced my heart.

"Mother, I'm sorry." I said silently in my heart.

In the blink of an eye the term exams arrived, and I went to the exam room with my mother's instructions and achieved excellent results. When I sent the full marks of the examination paper to the hands of the mother, the mother smiled, smiled so pleased so sweet, I can not help but fall in tears, the hazy tears to see all the mother's gray hair. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to be able to do that!

Stop the pen, my eyes still appear in front of my mother's silvery white hair, and a good kind face, tolerant eyes ......

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7. long hair Write mother's essay

This afternoon, I accompanied my mother to go to the hair cut.

I took my books and toys to the barber store, the boss said, "Who cuts hair?" , I said, "Mom cuts hair." The boss then asked my mom what kind of hairstyle she wanted to cut, and she said, "Cut shorter, cut a little more showy, not cut into an explosion head."

The boss told the mother to sleep to a place very much like a bed to wash her hair, wash her head, told the mother to sit in front of a mirror to cut her hair, and all of a sudden, the mother's hair cut short. Cut a good, on the mother's head to get a lot of white potion, told the mother to sit on a chair up, with six very large lamps on the mother's head, a moment, the hair will shine dry, the boss and told the mother to wash her head, wash her head, the boss with a lot of a lot of tin foil to help the mother tied a lot of pigtails, I look at my mother's hair, are a one by one pigtails, like a cactus ball a little bit, I said to my mother: "Mom, you look ugly, is this how you're going out?" Mom said: "No", at this time, the boss of the barber store and called mom to the sun where the hair tanning, tanning for ten minutes, the boss pulled down all the tin foil, and called mom to wash her hair, wash her head, hair finally got it right, I look at my mother's hair, hair in a mess, a root stood up, I patted the bed and laughed. Mom is also very angry, mom said the boss a meal, the boss told mom to go back in a couple of days to change, mom was very angry to pay the money, and then took me to leave.

I sat on the back of my mom's motorcycle, looked at my mom's hair, covered my mouth and laughed all the way home.

8. to mom's gray hair as the topic, write a 500-word question

I hope the following will help you:

The world is only good mother, no mother's child like a grass ...... "I believe that this song we should have heard it! The lyrics say "no mother's child like a grass" this is why? Because moms work hard for us, run around for us, and grow old for us. If we lose our mother, we will not be able to get the great mother's love, and become a helpless grass in the evil wind and waves

Mom is really hard. I remember it was a drizzly night, I was asleep. Suddenly, my mom loudly called me up from my sleep, saying that I had a fever. I hurriedly got nervous. My mom put a damp towel on my hot forehead, brought me a cup of warm water to drink, and not only that, she also had to shoulder the responsibility of a housewife - cleaning the house. After the medicine was finished, I slept quietly in my bed and watched my mom's busy figure. It was heartbreaking, could she hold on to her slender waist? Worry ah, her pair of shoulders with little strength, can hold up? Dear mom, you are really hard!

After fifteen minutes, the fever still did not subside, but instead burned more strongly, even burned to thirty-nine point nine degrees Celsius. Mom hurriedly put down the hands of heavy work, a car to send me to the hospital emergency. There, I just pierced the eye of the needle, my mom was beside me all the time to greet me and take care of me. While I was hanging water, mom was not idle. One moment she ran to buy medicine, another moment she was busy feeding me, and another moment she was busy going to buy food for me. I said, "Mom, take a break." Mom said: "No, no, I'm fine, oh yes, I have to go to the company to make a phone call, so busy that I forgot. Mom left, but I whispered: "still busy, your body is left with bones."

Later, the fever subsided, and my mom took a taxi to send me home to caress me to let me sleep peacefully. And she? She picked up the mop and towel and went back to work.

The next day, I found the ground is very clean, and mom actually get eyes, I asked curiously: "Mom, you slept well last night?" Mom replied, "Sleep well, sleep well, you are better!" "Much better" I replied. Later, I made an excuse to go out, but it was to hide inside a corner and cry alone in secret.

"The world is only good for mothers, there is a mother's child like a treasure ......" I am now a treasure, but how I hope that my mother is also a treasure, can be a little easier ah! Mom is really hard!

Mother's Day unknowingly arrived, her footsteps all over the mountains and rivers, this is in order to tell people the mother's hard work, but also in order to bring joy and joy to every mother.

I remember the day of Mother's Day at noon, the weather was very hot, the sun like a big fireball baked the earth. After lunch, my mother held a large iteration of clothes to go to the rooftop sun, I look, hurry to follow my mother to go, see what I can help my mother. As soon as I arrived at the rooftop, I felt a wave of hot air, my sweat also followed the downward flow, I quickly helped my mother to hang up the clothes one by one, back home I feel damp, the sweat on my head along the hair straight down, a touch, it turned out that my clothes have been soaked through. In the evening, I was doing homework, saw my mother pick up the mop, like to work, I hurriedly stood up, while grabbing the mop from my mother's hand while seriously said: "Mom, you rest a while, let me help you mop the floor today." Mom nodded appreciatively. I took the mop and began to dry up, at first okay, the more to the back of the more tired I am, the action is also much slower, it is really "the old ox pulling a broken cart - slowly呑" I began to feel anxious. At this time, my mother came over and asked me if I wanted to rest for a while, I was a little hesitant at first, but when I thought of my mother's usual tiredness, I answered resolutely: "No, I don't rest."

After saying that, I buried my head and continued to drag, finally finished. I put down the mop and stretched my arms, and raised my head just in time to see my mom's loving gaze, "Son, your performance today is the best gift for mom on Mother's Day, mom is really happy, you've grown up, and mom sincerely thanks you. Mommy loves you." After saying that, mom gently kissed me on my forehead.

Although, I help my mother to do just some small things, but I know from this mother's hard work, I know how much my mother for me to pay, she did a little bit, how, how selfless, is priceless, is a kind of language can not be described out ah!

The day of Mother's Day let me learn what I can't learn from books, my mother's love is great, and her only request is to hope that I will be able to earn my own living in the future, and become a useful person to the society. In return for my mom, I will study hard.

According to their own situation can be changed

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