I have a mother who loves to change her face. Her face is like that of the Monkey King, which changes 72 times a day. What my mother's face will look like depends on my exam results. When I don't do well in the exam, she will fly into a rage like a terrible witch. When I do well in the exam, she will be amiable and gentle, like a kind angel. In a math exam, I only got 7 1 in math. When I heard the result, I was depressed all day. After school, I walked slowly on my way home. Finally, I decided to go home and hide this paper from my mother, so that I could avoid a robbery.
I walked into the gate in fear. I wish I could enter my room like a mouse. But my mother is like a worm in my stomach. I can't open any pot. As soon as you see me, ask me if I have any papers today. I hesitated to hide it, but my mother saw through my plot and I had to show it to my mother. As soon as my mother saw my paper, she roared, "How did you take this exam? What do you do at school every day? " I have no choice but to go into my room and start doing my homework. If mom works too much or is in a good mood, it's over. Otherwise, there will be no sunny day on mom's face this week. The next day, my Chinese score came down, and I got 95 points, ranking fifth in my class. When my mother saw my paper, she smiled at once. Still kept saying, "I did really well in this exam. I will work harder and strive for better results in the future. " I will give you any reward you want. "Mother's face finally has sunshine. This is my mother who loves to change her face.
In this hot summer vacation, cicada cried "cicada, cicada" in the tree, and the puppy stuck out its bright red tongue on the ground. As for me, besides doing my homework, I read the synchronous composition books of primary school students when I have time. One day, I saw an interesting topic. As soon as I patted my forehead, I couldn't wait to find my mother. I learned from my mother's tone and said, "I will be a mother for half a day tomorrow and taste the taste of being a mother!" " Mother thought it was quite fresh and agreed happily. I jumped three feet for joy. I really want to announce to you that I can be a mother for half a day.
The next day will come soon. My first thing is not to wait for dinner, but to cook, because it's my turn to be a "mother" today. I'll wash rice at once, cook it in a rice cooker and then cook it. What can I do? By the way, let's make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. My mother and I like them. First, I washed two red tomatoes, put them on the chopping board, held them down with my left hand and cut them with a knife. "It doesn't matter, is everything difficult at the beginning?" I comforted myself while doing it. After a dozen knives, two tomatoes turned into grotesque puddings, no less than the lions in Lugouqiao. Just make do with it. It's time to beat eggs. The first egg was not beaten well, and all the eggshells went into the bowl. The second egg white all flowed to the ground, and the third egg, ha, succeeded! The eggs are finally ready. While I am proud, I also have an idea: It's really hard to be a mother! Keep cooking, fire, put the pot on the stove and pour the oil in. After a while, the pot made a loud noise. My heart is pounding with fear. I plucked up the courage to see it. Well, the oil is boiling. I poured the eggs in and fried a big frangipani with a shovel. I found a beautiful plate to hold, and I happily put this dish on the table. Maybe it was the first time I tasted the fruits of my labor, and I felt indescribable joy in my heart. Please ask mom to taste it first. Mom frowned, like eating bitter gourd, looking at me carefully, bitter gourd face turned into chrysanthemum. "Husband, come and try. Is your daughter very creative? " What happened? I heard a little "huh?" Why is it sweet? God, I think sugar is salt! "Dad enthusiastically joined in and said," Not bad. Careless scrambled eggs have added a new landscape to our menu. "
Hearing this sentence, bursts of laughter echoed at home like a silver bell. ...
This time, changing the identity of myself and my mother brought not only joy, but also a firm belief that "I must help my mother more in the future, because it is too difficult to be a mother!"
I have never seen a pole, let alone my mother's' pole', but I know my mother has an invisible pole on her shoulder. My brother and I sat in the laundry basket under the telephone pole.
Because there are two children at home, my mother always treats me as an equal, never criticizes my brother because I am young, and never has to make way for me because my brother is old. If there is anything delicious, we always give half to our grandparents first, and we will share the rest equally. But once we shouted that it was mine and my mother bought it for me. Mom listened and said, "Well, grandparents, parents, you can each take your own half." "That's impossible. Impossible. " My brother and I shouted in unison. "In that case, what are you arguing about?" Mom said with a smile. We haven't quarreled since, dear. Of course, my brother is very polite to me, but sometimes I am too headstrong.
I remember when I was a child, I was a chatterbox. I had endless words and questions every day. One day I went to a little friend's house to play. He is also a chatterbox. Tired of being asked, his mother roared, "You are always asking questions. I really don't know how to shut you up. " I ran home: "Mom, Mom, I always ask you questions. Are you bored? " "Of course not. Mom is glad that you want to talk to her. Your little brain can always come up with fantastic ideas and help me solve many problems. Mom has to thank you. " Talking more has such a big effect? I was immediately surrounded by a great sense of satisfaction. It turns out that little people can do great things. Thanks, mom.
My brother has lived on campus since junior high school. I finally got my brother back, but I couldn't get a word in. Mom and brother keep talking about this and that. I can't help asking my mother, "Why do I feel that my status is not as good as my brother?" Mom smiled and said, "Sorry, my brother will go to school tomorrow. I have only one mouth and can only answer one person's questions at a time. Let's talk about my brother's problem first, ok? " I'd be happy to be your loyal listener. My brother quickly took the schoolbag: "This is bread for you. See what else you like. Just take it. " Of course I'm happy. Actually, it's nothing. I am just curious about everything about my brother. Seeing my satisfaction, my mother and brother smiled knowingly. What a wonderful time.
Mom, I really want to sit on your pole forever, watch the stars all over the sky and listen to your wonderful stories. When I grow up, put down the pole on your shoulder. My brother and I will take you to see the world in our big sedan chair.
Mom, it's Mother's Day. Wish you a happy holiday!
My mother has bright black hair and bright eyes. She is very strict with me. She has repeatedly stressed to me: be serious in class, do your homework carefully, sit up straight and be honest ... Sometimes when my mother sees me, my face will turn sunny and cloudy, scaring me to sit down quickly. I am required to write one stroke at a time and recite fluently, otherwise I won't be allowed to pass.
My mother takes me to the library to borrow books whenever she has time, such as Good Stories, Chinese and Foreign Masterpieces and 100,000 Why, which are said to broaden my horizons, but these books are really interesting and I like them very much! We often exchange ideas about reading.
My mother is hardworking, simple and clean. She cooks delicious food for me every day and keeps the house clean and tidy. Mom never wears makeup, but she dresses neatly and cleanly!
This is my mother, an amiable, lovely, respectable and terrible mother!
In my world, my mother has been with me, playing with me and studying with me. I can't forget everything my mother did for me.
In my summer vacation when I was 8 years old, I learned to ride a bike. My mother is supporting the back seat of the car in the back. The weight of the car plus my weight makes my mother more tired than I ride. I rode stagger, my mother followed me, and she had to help me adjust my balance. I'm panting and sweating with fatigue. But my mother insisted on riding with me again and again until I learned it. When I was riding my bike and playing freely, my mother was so tired that she couldn't keep back.
When I was 9 years old, I was clamoring to learn the electronic piano. My mother is afraid that I will give up halfway. She always accompanies me to class, studies music theory knowledge and playing skills, and gives me some advice when I practice at home. When I don't play well, I feel very anxious and sad, and tears will fall drop by drop. My mother always said to me, "No one can accomplish a difficult thing smoothly, and there will always be setbacks in life." If you fall, get up and believe that you can do it! " Encouraged by my mother, I practiced again and again. When the beautiful piano sounds from my fingertips, my heart is as sweet as honey, and my mother's face shines with joy.
/kloc-in the summer vacation when I was 0/0 years old, I signed up for the "National Youth TV Host Contest". Under the careful guidance of my mother, I successfully passed the preliminary contest and did not participate in the broadcast host training. In the days of preparing for the semi-finals, my mother shared two roles. One was a parent who took care of my diet and daily life, and the other was a tutor who taught me to recite and preside. ...
When I rest, my mother is helping me find information, cook and clean up the housework; My mother was guiding me when I was practicing. At that time, my mother was like a top that couldn't stop. She kept spinning and didn't have time to rest. Through the efforts of my mother and I, I advanced to the national finals in the semi-finals, and finally won the national silver medal.
My mother is a persistent person and has the courage to overcome difficulties. My mother's precious qualities will affect my life.
Today is "March 8" Women's Day, which is a festival for all women. Of course, I also want to express my condolences to my mother.
My mother usually works very hard. She will take care of me after work. After supper, she must help grandma with the housework. She often beats her waist when she is tired, but it seems difficult. I was very distressed to see it, and decided to help my mother hit her back today.
I let my mother sit on the bed, and I knelt behind her, ready to start. My mother pointed to the most uncomfortable place on her body. I was afraid that my mother would hurt, so I tapped with my fist. My mother said, "Try harder!" I stepped up my efforts and punched hard. My mother stood up and shouted, "Ouch!" " "I quickly hugged my mother and said," What's the matter, what's the matter! "Mom waved her hand:" Nothing, nothing! The harder you work, the more comfortable I am. This is called' pain and happiness'! "I have been teased by my mother, and I have a little freedom to do whatever I want.
"Here, gently here!" "There, there was a heavy blow ..." My mother pointed at me, and I rubbed it for a while, then beat it hard. Gradually, I also mastered the strength and methods of different parts and played better and better. My mother closed her eyes comfortably. Although she kept shouting "Ouch, Ouch", her voice was not that loud. I glanced at her, only to see her eyes narrowed, her mouth turned up and her face was full of enjoyment. I am really flattered: I can also bring wonderful enjoyment to my mother!
Gradually, I am tired and my strength is less. My mother felt it: "Yaoyao, stop fighting, and you should have a rest." My mother is already very comfortable. " I stopped and squatted on my mother's shoulder. My mother also put her arms around me: Mom smells good! In the future, I will always pinch my shoulders and beat my waist for my mother, leaving happiness in my mother's heart. ...
Today is my mother's day on duty at work. Because I was afraid that my mother would be too lonely, I accompanied her to work early. When I came to the duty room, I saw a huge TV inside. Wow! You can also watch TV on duty! There is a small bed and three tables. This environment is not bad! So I took out my exercise book and began to do my homework. Mother saw a pile of newspapers on the table, so she picked them up and read them with relish. My mother sometimes shares the highlights in the newspaper with me, and I will ask my mother if I have any questions. In this way, one minute passed, and soon it was time to get off work at noon. My mother and I decided to go to grandma's house to solve the problem of eating.
In the afternoon, another person was on duty. He is my brother. With a pistachio like him in the originally calm duty room, laughter came from time to time. He pretended to be Tang Priest, the Monkey King and Pig, which made my mother and I laugh.
After work, my mother and I successfully completed this duty task. On this day, a postman delivered a newspaper once.
I am really happy today!
Mom, what a common and familiar name, she brought us into this world, gave us life and nurtured us to grow.
Because I was young at that time, I didn't feel anything special when I heard songs praising my mother or saw words praising my mother. Now that I have grown up day by day, I have learned a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth, and I have gradually felt the hardships of my mother's parenting and selfless dedication to her children in the dribs and drabs of my life.
Every morning when I am still under the warm bed, my mother has got up early and cooked a delicious breakfast. At night, I fell asleep, and my mother was still busy doing housework; In the evening, when I was having a beautiful dream, my mother woke up many times to tuck me in. In order to help me with my homework, my mother studies with me. During the holidays, my mother will accompany me to attend interest classes to cultivate my all-round development. She is usually very busy at work and has no rest time after work. She must wash clothes, cook and do housework for me. I used to be in poor health and often fell ill. Every time I get sick, I see my mother's anxious eyes. She carried me everywhere to see a doctor. I think I was really not sensible before, and I didn't realize my mother's hard work. I was always disobedient and quarreled with her, which made her sad.
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.
My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, it's all seven dollars. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun and sent 3 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
My mother's medium height, rosy face, curved eyebrows and smiling eyes always make me feel very kind and kind.
One day after school, some friends and I kicked shuttlecock in the yard. Mother came back from work and asked kindly, "Nini, have you finished your homework?" I had a good time and I was a little impatient. I said loudly, "It's already done!" "
My mother came up to me and said softly, "Then show me." Then he took my hand and walked into the room.
I quickly opened my schoolbag and took out my exercise books one by one. Shit! I forgot to do an assignment just now.
I suddenly feel warm on my face. My mother always asks me to finish my homework after school, and then do other things. I always do, but I didn't expect this day. ...
Thinking of this, I had to lower my head and unconsciously wrap my skirt with one hand, not daring to look at my mother's face. "Didn't you finish it?" Mom asked again. I nodded my head gently. "Then you can't eat until you finish your homework this day!" I stole a look at my mother, and there was no smile on her face.
At four o'clock, quarter past four, half past four ... it's time for dinner. I heard the sound of putting chopsticks on the table again and smelled my mother's famous sweet and sour pork ribs. I pricked up my ears and stared at the door of the house. However, my mother never invites me to dinner.
I cried, I cried sadly.
Another time, I had a cold and a high fever. My mother rushed me to the hospital. The doctor hung me with salt water, and I fell asleep in my mother's arms. When I woke up, I saw my mother smiling at me. I stretched out my arms and hugged my mother tightly.
I cried again, this time very sweetly.
I haven't gone out to play for a long time since I was in the third grade, because you often leave a lot of homework.
Once, I finished my homework and wanted to come out to play for a while. You said, "Stop playing, and don't go to school if you play again." After hearing this, I went back to the house and began to cry. Recalling how happy I was when I was playing in Grade One and Grade Two, I am like a caged bird now. Another time, my partner came to play with me, but you said, "He hasn't finished his homework yet. I'll let him come to you when he's done. " But you left a lot of homework. When I got to school, my partner said, "I will never play with you again." ……
Mom, please let me go!