On Sunday, I eat at home. After dinner, I saw my mother washing dishes with a bowl. I think my mother usually washes dishes very hard. I must help her wash the dishes this time.
I started washing dishes. I put the bowl in the pot for a while, then I put some detergent in the bowl, then I wipe it, and finally I rinse it with water.
Through washing dishes this time, I know how hard mom usually works.
Do not less than fifty words for your mother, such as self-criticism, feedback, composition and so on.
You need to write it yourself.
The task given to you by the teacher is not to let you practice your handwriting.
Is to let you achieve profound goals through writing.
Think hard, write well, and don't ask others to help you.
Do something for my mother on National Day. I keep a diary of about 200 words. My mother always cooks for me every morning. Today, I said to my mother, "Mom, give me breakfast today!" ""then be careful. In the morning, heat the bread bought yesterday in the oven and make two cups of coffee with the coffee machine. " I was dumbfounded when I heard that. I can't use the oven at all, let alone the coffee machine. But mom went on to say, "The oven for making bread depends on 10 minutes, 100 degrees;" "Add two spoonfuls of coffee powder to the coffee, and then pour water in proportion." After hearing this, I finally felt relieved. Then I can't wait to go to the kitchen to do it.
First, I set the oven to the heating position, and then set it to 100 degree for preheating. Then I took out the filter paper and coffee powder, and followed the method my mother told me and I usually watched my mother do: first put the filter paper in the area where the coffee powder was placed, then put in 2 spoonfuls of coffee powder, and then pour in water according to the number of people. When the water gradually reached the position of "2", I immediately stopped, put the pot in the designated position, and turned on the plug switch and machine switch. By this time, the oven was almost preheated. I took the bread out of the refrigerator, opened the oven and put it in. "Ah" I burned my hand on the baking tray and couldn't take care of it. I closed the oven door, set it for ten minutes, and then hurried back to watch coffee. After the coffee is cooked, it needs to be mixed with cream and condensed milk. It's not difficult to make coffee. I've done it before, so I can make it three times, five times and twice. Next, we just need to wait for the bread to be baked, and ............ bread is finally baked in 3 minutes and 5 minutes. By this time, I was exhausted.
After eating this breakfast, I realized that it is not easy for my mother to cook breakfast every day. These two things alone can make me exhausted. How long does it take my mother to cook so many dishes in the morning? I won't be picky about food in the future, and I won't let my mother's painstaking efforts be wasted.
Do something for my mother (about 350 words). I just finished my homework today. When I came to the toilet, I found my clothes soaked in the basin. That's laundry. I think: mom will definitely come to wash later, or I'll help her wash first.
I put on a small stool, sat down and put on plastic gloves. I filled the washbasin with clean water and began to wash clothes. I first picked up a vest, soaked it in water, and put soap on the dirty place. Then, I grabbed one side of the vest with one hand, and grabbed the other side of my back with the other hand and rubbed it up. I kept rubbing, rubbing bubbles on my vest, and then soaking in the water in the basin. I washed the rest of the clothes in the same way. But because the stool was too short, I felt a little dizzy after washing for a while, and my waist was a little sour, but I didn't want to give up, so I gritted my teeth and persisted.
I emptied the dirty water out of the basin, filled it with water, soaked the freshly washed clothes in water, and wrung them out, and the clothes would be fine.
My mother came out when I hung the washed clothes on the balcony to dry. She saw the clothes hanging on the balcony, touched my head and said cheerfully, "When I grow up, I can wash my own clothes." I smiled smugly.
Help mom and dad do one thing. 250 words in a Christmas diary. School is closed today. I got up at 7: 30 in the morning, probably because of the weekend, and I was in a good mood. Mom cooked porridge and asked my father and I to go out to buy some breakfast. My father and I went out to buy breakfast. After we bought breakfast, we went shopping together and then went home for breakfast. Although I had finished eating Dukenson helium, I thought it was hard for my mother to wash dishes every day, so I offered to wash dishes. My mother looked at me and said with a smile that it was better to be a daughter. Father said that I am really sensible and know how to take care of my mother. I think washing a bowl can make mom and dad so happy, and I think we should do more housework in the future, so that mom and dad will be happy.
One thing I want my mother to do most is to write a composition of about 500 words. Memory is a kind of wealth. When those colorful scenes reappear, do you feel the past again?
Although I am only 10 years old this year, my "memory bank" is full of all kinds of memories, bitter and sweet, sour and spicy, and I will never forget any kind of memories.
I remember I always wanted to cook a delicious breakfast for my mother, because my mother always got up early every day and prepared a big breakfast for me. So in the early morning of that Sunday, I broke the usual habit of staying in bed, got out of bed, dressed in a hurry, crept into the kitchen and closed the door gently. I'm afraid to disturb my parents. This is a surprise. I learned from my mother's appearance, measured half a cup of rice, and carefully washed it with water again and again, for fear of having one.
Bad rice was in it, which ruined my plan. Then I put half a pot of water, put the pot on the stove and turn the switch. Well, it's done! I couldn't help laughing when I thought of my mother's surprise when she enjoyed "love" porridge. After a while, I opened the pot and found it was still very calm. I remember my mother reading while cooking. I think it may take a while. So I went into the room and picked up my beloved Harry Potter. I'm watching the Quidditch game, Harry Potter versus the Snitch. The more I watched it, the more excited I became, and soon I forgot all about porridge.
Suddenly, I heard my mother shouting in the hall, "My God, what's that smell?" ? It seems awkward! "I was shocked:" porridge! " Jumped up and rushed into the kitchen, ah, it was a mess. The rice soup overflowed the stove and the ground, and the blue flame was still licking the completely black pot. The rice in the pot crackled, and the kitchen was filled with white and blue smoke, which choked people's throats. I was so scared that I stood there at a loss. My mother turned off the switch angrily, looked back at me and said, "It's all your fault. Don't burn if you can't. It's really troublesome. "Everywhere is at sixes and sevens, but you still want to bother me. Are you bored? Be smart! "
I stood aside and dared not say anything. My mother gave me a push and said, "Go, get out of the way." I walked out of the kitchen slowly, thinking: it is obviously a good thing, how did it become like this? It's all my fault. I can't concentrate enough. Why should I read a book? I hit myself hard. But my angry mother scolded me loudly while cleaning up: "It's really Guo's stupid help, and the more you help, the more busy you are."
Hearing this sentence, the wronged tears rolled down like pearls with broken lines. Mom, although I did something bad with good intentions, I really want to give you a surprise and make you happy. I don't want this to happen. I'm just inexperienced, but you shouldn't say that about me. I want you to feel my daughter's love. Mom, please understand me and give me more tolerance and trust. I will definitely not give you any trouble, and I will definitely cook you a bowl of delicious porridge!
I did something for my father. I have done many things for my father, who often says that I am his good helper. This is not enough to prove this sentence.
My father is the captain of the police station, and there is an endless stream of gifts going through the back door every day. But my father is an impartial man. No matter who asks him to do something, he is ungrateful.
One Saturday morning, my father went to work and I was the only one playing computer at home. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I thought: someone must have come in through the back door. I opened the door and saw that it was my old friend Mingming. Holding a big thing, he asked, "May I come in and sit down?" "Of course." I immediately understood why Mingming came to my house with something. Mingming sat in a chair and smiled and said to me, "We are old friends for many years. My dad asked me to ask your dad to do something." I am embarrassed: if I help him, I may be criticized by my father; If we don't help, we will be old friends for many years. I used my quick wits and came up with a good idea I said to Mingming, "The final exam is coming soon. Let's buy something for our teacher and ask him to help us find a way to take out the test paper." "You're out of your mind. You won't be scolded by the teacher." Yao Ming shouted. Seeing that the first plan was successful, I went on to say, "You know how to give gifts to teachers. He clearly knows that he is wrong, but he does not admit his mistake and is still trying to be brave. " If everyone goes through the back door like you and everyone is corrupt, wouldn't the world be over? "I advised clearly. Clearly thought for a moment and said to me, "old friend, I was persuaded by you." "At this moment, we all laughed so sweetly.
At noon, dad came back. I told him about it, and his eyes were full of joy and joy when he listened. My father stroked my head and said, "Son, you have grown up."
I made this for my father. Do you think I am a good helper of my father?
Do one thing for my mother (diary) My mother has long hair, big eyes and is tall. She is a senior accountant and is very busy every day. She is also a gentle mother who takes pains to take care of me every day.
My mother used to wash my feet. Today, I want to help my mother wash her feet.
After dinner, I said to my mother, "mom, you have worked hard." I want to help you wash your feet today. " Mother said, "Good boy, good boy!" "
I picked up the footbath and poured some cold water and hot water. Suddenly I remembered that I didn't bring a towel. I put down the footbath and hurried to get a towel. Who knows that while I was away, my father came to my mother unnoticed and began to wash her feet.
I came back with a towel and saw my father fall from the sky. I shouted, "Dad! Why steal my job! " The mother who closed her eyes and was intoxicated was surprised and blushed and said to her father, "Oh, my daughter helped me wash my feet. What are you doing? " Father wry smile way: "I also want to kiss my wife's ass!" " ""Go, go, go away! " Father walked into the study in dismay.
I carefully put my mother's feet into the footbath and rubbed them gently. My mother has many hard calluses on her feet. She must be in pain. She walks a lot every day. Her feet must be very tired.
My mother kept smiling at me when I washed her feet. My mother said that she was very happy today.
Because I said, when I grow up, I want to buy a pair of the most comfortable shoes for my dear mother, so that her feet will not be so hard.
One thing I did seriously, I kept a fifty-word diary. On my way home from school, I met some classmates. After a while, Chen Zehao suggested playing football. "Yes, no problem," we replied in unison. Maybe my mom told me to go back early and throw it away. As a fourth-grade student, I didn't notice the layers of gray sky.
When they came to the football field, the students took out their football and began to play with great interest. Time passed by until the night sky was full of stars. I just remembered to hurry home. I went home with my schoolbag.
My mother seems to have known that I would come back at this time. She is waiting at the door. She asked me gently, "What happened? Why did you come back so late? " I am so tired that I can't even move my mouth. I took off my shoes, walked into the room and lay prone on the bed.
Mother gently pushed open the door and asked, "Son, have you eaten?" There was a hint of anxiety in his tone. "I have eaten. When I grow up, I will take care of myself. Don't worry!" I know my words are too sharp and mean, but I don't know why they come out like a barrage.
Mom pushed the door and left. After a while, my mother pushed the door and came in, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand, and said to me, "Son, go to bed early after drinking milk." I looked down, blushing and faltering. "Mom, I just went to play football with my classmates." "Never mind, come back early in the future."
I know I hurt my mother on this quiet night.
When my mother walked out of the door, I said deeply, "I'm sorry, mom, I won't come home so late."
The first thing mom or dad does in the morning is about 200 words. The first thing my mother does in the morning is to prepare breakfast for our whole family. I feel that my mother is very lucky every day. I want to grow up, I must share some housework for my mother, so that my mother will not be so lucky.