My mother's fourth grade composition 1 My mother is short and slightly fat. A pair of myopia, small feet.
Once, when I was very young, my home was far from the hospital, and it was still midnight. Dad didn't come back after working overtime, so my mother had to take a taxi with me to the hospital. The doctor said it was just a fever, so my mother bought some medicine and went home. But when I got home, I took a medical thermometer and measured it, which increased by 1 degree. So my mother took me to the hospital, and the doctor said it was the flu, and it was nothing serious. My mother took me home again. Unexpectedly, a few days later, I got well, but my mother caught a cold. Although it is not a serious illness, I know that my mother must have caught too many bacteria in the hospital.
I love my mother. My mother has done a lot for me. I must repay my mother when I grow up!
Love is everywhere, it is looming, it is by your side at the moment, it always pays attention to us, and it always protects us. Whether it is relatives, teachers, mothers, fathers. They all gave us love once.
I remember when I was 6 years old, the whole family went to Laolongshan together. It's very cold there, and snowflakes are flying slowly in the sky. At this moment, we are having a good time, but it is snowing harder and harder. At that time, my body was shaking. Mother asked her brother to play with them, so that you wouldn't be cold. I was a little depressed at first, but when my mother asked me to play with my sister again, I felt very happy. When I arrived at the tea garden, I was delighted to hear my mother say that I would not go back today and would not go back until tomorrow. In the evening, my mother asked if there was a fire, so let's light it. People here say, "There is a rule at night, that is, no fire or light." At this time, everyone's face turned from sunny to cloudy. At this time, we asked why, and the waiter couldn't say it like a mute. Mom thinks so. We can't make a fire as soon as we get home. It's very cold in case we catch cold. Who knew it was colder here than at home? In the evening, when my mother went to get the quilt, she found it was very thin, so she gave me the scarf and put on her coat, but at night, my mother was huddled up with cold. When I got up in the morning, my mother caught a cold. I never shed tears before, but today I shed a precious tear. Thank you, mom!
Love is great, it protects us like pearls. Love always warms us like a rainbow. Love makes us grow up healthily. Love illuminates us like sunshine. Love makes us healthy and happy every day. I hope everyone can get this pure love.
Mother's fourth grade composition 3 Once, when I was playing with my classmates, I accidentally lost my button and couldn't find it anywhere. I thought: how can my mother sew without buttons? Oh, what a pity! The new clothes I just bought are broken!
When I got home, I told my mother about it in detail, thinking: This time it must be over, and my mother will definitely scold me. I didn't expect my mother not only didn't scold me, but also praised me for being honest. I was praised by my mother for being very happy, but I thought, what about that dress? I asked my mother. My mother thought about it and suddenly said, "Yes, doesn't every dress have a spare button?" We can use that button. "I thought it was a good idea, so I rummaged through the wardrobe with my mother to find buttons. Finally found it, and my mother sewed the button with a needle and thread. That dress is as beautiful as before.
This is my clever mother.
My mother's fourth grade composition 4 "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and mended it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him going home ..." This is a poem praising her mother written by Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty before he left. Whenever I hear this poem, I think of my mother.
My mother is an ordinary teacher and becomes a housewife after work. She has black hair hanging freely, but if you look closely, you can still see a few white hairs. A bunch of big eyes, a small mouth embedded in the melon face, there are some black spots on her face, I know this is caused by her overwork.
Mother's greatest feature is that she is not afraid of trouble. If she doesn't make trouble, she will naturally come to me for "trouble", then I will be in trouble. The handwriting is not good and has been rewritten; If you don't play well, just play a few times or something She often accompanies me to finish these things, which makes her look firm. I looked at her firm eyes and knew that there was absolutely no shortcut, so I gave up those useless ideas and honestly finished what I was doing. My mother still assigned me tasks in her spare time and insisted on correcting my homework. When I encounter problems that I don't understand, she will accompany me to think and analyze, patiently explain to me, and help me correct my mistakes. Sometimes I really admire my mother's patience, so that I have no chance to be lazy. Of course, there is always a reward for giving, and my grades are among the best in my class.
Mom also has a very effective "crow mouth". If she said that the teacher would definitely give my homework a "star" this time, it must be. She said I must have failed in the exam. Sure enough, the next day I brought back a score below 95. Once, the teacher said that there would be an exam tomorrow. I went home and told my mother. She smiled and said to me, "Shan, you will definitely not get full marks!" " "As a result, my mother's prediction came true. I really only got 99 points. It turns out that my mother has been accompanying me on my way to school. She knows me so well. And I listened to my mother's advice, studied hard and finally got full marks. You said, is my mother a prophet?
My mother has a loud voice, too. She twitters in my ear like a sparrow every day, which makes me restless. But she nagged at those words like an endless repeater. Once, because of my poor handwriting, my mother rested her hands on her hips, glared at her, spat at her mouth, and flashed a voice like a lion's roar: "Look, my handwriting has regressed, and the original handwriting is generous. Now the handwriting is just a stick ... "The voice almost lifted the ceiling and poked a hole in it. I guess all the neighbors will knock on my door. The lion's roar, which even my father wanted to avoid, made me avoid it. Alas, I had to obediently erase those bad words, and in that harsh eyes, I "wrote away." When I didn't finish my homework, my mother even grabbed my ear and dragged me to my desk, scaring my homework in my face, so I had to submit, but my grades were inseparable from my mother's. I want to thank her deeply.
Look, this is my mother. After listening to my introduction, do you know her better?
My mother is a "bad" mother who does not understand me.
Mom is black. My mother gets angry easily. After every exam, no matter how many points I get, I am dissatisfied and often angry. Some words are wrong. I was asked to copy them 20 times. I am very angry. But I accidentally found my mother crying in the room after criticizing me.
Mother tastes as bitter as medicine. My mother doesn't like cooking very much. Every time I eat, my father and I always feel that it is not delicious, so we said a few words, and my mother became impatient: "If it is not delicious, put down the chopsticks and stop eating." Mom is such a scoundrel. But I saw her "baby nutrition menu".
Mother looks like a teacher who teaches and educates people. As long as I do something bad, my mother's mouth will start to "act" again, saying that I am not good at this and that will be considered as a person with only shortcomings and no advantages. But I overheard her praising me in front of my aunt.
Mom sounds like a sad music. When I didn't do well in the exam, I was very unhappy and my mother was very sad. Since then, my mother has been moping until I do well in the next exam.
Ah, mom, you are really an elusive "bad" mother.
My mother has long hair, tall figure, round face and big eyes. She has the "big white" heart of the super team. Like Dabai, she has various patterns: warm, sad, happy, angry, housework, delicious ... but most importantly, she and Dabai.
When I was 6 years old, I graduated from kindergarten and entered primary school. When I was a freshman, a lot of homework immediately overwhelmed me and made me feel bad. Chinese hurts my brain. "A, B, C, D, E, Ji, G ..." These pinyin not only have to be memorized, but also written correctly, which makes my head dizzy. At that time, my "big white mother" began to comfort me with her "warm chip", made me less nervous with her "relaxing chip", and finally encouraged me to recite all the pinyin in one breath in my own way with her "sprint chip".
Whenever I am exhausted from studying and attending various interest classes, my "big white mother" will start her "food chip" again and use my favorite food to relieve my fatigue.
When I am sick, my "big white mother" will start her "nursing chip" again and take care of me like a professional nurse until I recover.
When I want to go on holiday, my "big white mother" will also start the "guide chip", make a travel guide in advance, arrange all the preparations for travel, such as air tickets, hotels, restaurants ... and local customs, and tell me in advance before going out, so that I can travel with all kinds of curiosity and questions about the places I will go. Sometimes I go to the suburbs to play, and she also acts as my full-time driver, driving me around.
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People often say-maternal love is like the sea. But I think my "big white mother" loves me wider than the sea and brighter than the stars in the night sky.
My dear "big white mother": If I were a small sailboat, you would be my sea. If I were a star in the night sky, you would always be with my moon. You always change all kinds of "chips" according to your baby's needs. For the sake of your child, you are always happy. I love you, my big white mother, and I will always be a "little white" who stays with my big white mother!
My mother came back from a trip yesterday! She stood at the door with a big bag and a travel bag on her back and knocked at the door. I didn't go to bed until 1 1 at night, just to wait for my mother's gift.
As soon as my mother entered the room, she gave me 1 a big bag of milk tea (1 a bag of milk tea 30 yuan), then put four bags of coffee sugar (1 a bag of coffee sugar 6.5 yuan) in the 1 a big bag, and gave me two bags of coconut powder (1 a bag of coconut powder 25 yuan). My mother said, "This is for you. I thought to myself: I finally got the gift I've been looking forward to. Just when I was happy, my mother said, "I spent a lot of money on these things!" "Almost 100 yuan!" My mood is mixed, so I calculated it slowly in my mind: 25×2+4×6.5+30=96 yuan, of which one bag of milk tea accounts for 31.25% (30 ÷ 96 = 0.31125), and four bags of coffee sugar account for it. I really didn't know what to say, so I went to bed. In my sweet dream, the gift my mother gave me appeared repeatedly in my dream, which made me laugh.
This is a gift from my mother. This shows that the application of mathematics can be seen everywhere in life.
Mom's fourth grade composition 8 Mom, March 8 Women's Day has arrived, and I really want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "You are busy from morning till night every day, and I always let you worry about me. Mom, you can endure all the hardships and pains for me.
In the morning, my mother always gently wakes me up from my sleep in my ear; At dusk, my mother always leans against the sunset and expects me to come home from school; Cold leaves for many winters, my mother knitted me a sweater with 1000 stitches; How many hot summer days, mom, you fanned me again and again. However, living in sweetness, I always take it for granted to enjoy your love and care, but I have never been grateful and never thought about how to repay you.
I know every mother is ordinary, but that maternal love is so great! My mother can make any changes for me or give up everything for me, but I have never changed anything or given up anything for my mother. But I don't think my mother will let me give up anything for her. She just wants her children to succeed, enjoy happiness and be an upright, kind and useful person, and she is satisfied. I remember this song, which is dedicated to all the children in the world and to all the ordinary and great mothers in the world. This also reminds me of Meng Jiao's poem:-But how much love there is in that inch-long grass and three wisps of spring?
Mom, you will always be the person I admire most in my heart. My daughter will repay you with practical actions. Happy Women's Day to all ordinary and great mothers in the world. I want to say to you: mom, you have worked hard!
Mother's love is as sweet as a mountain spring, nourishing every child's heart. My mother gave me endless happiness and happiness with selfless love.
Speaking of my mother, she is an ordinary person, with a nose, two ears, hands and feet. In the eyes of others, she is an ordinary person, but in my eyes, my mother is an extremely extraordinary person.
Mom has an extraordinary pair of hands. She is like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. My mother's hand is like a lamp, illuminating my future. When I fell asleep, my mother was knitting a sweater for me with a light on. When I woke up, my mother kept knitting me a sweater. I once let my mother sleep. My mother only said "I'll stay up late", so I believed it and continued to fly freely in that beautiful dream. The morning star has lit up, and I am gradually waking up from a deep sleep. I saw my mother knitting me a sweater with red eyes. I was moved to tears. My mother worked hard for me day and night for my warmth. I am ashamed to talk back to my mother, but with the passage of time and years, I gradually understand her good intentions.
My mother has an extraordinary mouth because she used to be a people's teacher. She teaches her students poetry and songs with her extraordinary mouth. My mother watered their ideal flowers with the nectar of knowledge. Every day, my mother comes home from work and corrects their compositions. Sometimes she stays up until 12 o'clock, and sometimes her voice is hoarse during lectures, so she still gives them lessons from morning till night. So, every time my mother's class is changed.
My mother has a pair of extraordinary feet. She covered every corner of my heart with those extraordinary feet. She opened up a new path for me with her feet and made a stepping stone behind me.
My mother has a pair of extraordinary ears. She taught me everything she heard, and let me know how to be a man and how to create a beautiful life.
I have an extraordinary mother, and all parts of her body are extraordinary. Do you think my mother deserves praise?
My mother fourth grade composition 10 I have a mother, a mother who cares about me very much.
She has a pair of gentle eyes, glasses with red frames, a banana nose and a big mouth. She is always nagging, and I get bored when she nags. Mom loves to laugh, too. Interestingly, her mouth is wrinkled. My mother said she was old, but I wouldn't let her say she was old. I want my mother to be young forever! Sometimes my mother says I will cry when I am old, because I know I will die when I am old.
Once I dreamed that my mother fell into the water, so I hurried home to call my mother's cell phone. I thought my mother would answer, but she didn't. I thought my mother had passed away. I am sad. I woke up crying and called my mother to my side. I cried with my mother in my arms. When I said, "Mom, I dreamed that you were dead", my mother hugged me. Baby, stop crying! Mom won't die! "After having this dream, I won't let my mother say that she is old.
I remember having a fever once when I was in kindergarten. My mother came home from work to treat me because I burned too much. My mother took me to the clinic, and the doctor was afraid to pick me up. My mother took me to the hospital. When I was lying in the hospital bed giving me an injection, my mother cried and I cried. I know my mother is very distressed, and I cried. When I was exhausted, my mother went downstairs and bought me a book. I don't like it. My mother bought me an electronic piano. My mother knows that I love playing the electronic piano, and I have never bought it because I am too idle.
After a few days, my illness recovered, my mother was happy, and I was even happier!
Now, the electronic organ is still in my hut.
I love my mother, and I love the piano my mother gave me more!