Mother 1, an 800-word selected family composition narrative, turns out that many things will be inadvertently forgotten.
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When I was a child, I would blame you.
You always come and go in a hurry when you meet me. I always hear you say the most. You have to go. See you next time. I don't care, maybe I'm young and ignorant or I'm used to it. I remember one day when I was a child, in kindergarten, a child sarcastically asked, "Why doesn't your mother always come to pick you up?" After that, I will miss you. I can't help it So, when you came to see me say that sentence again, you cried and hugged you and asked why you didn't pick me up. You let go of my hand and said you were busy. Still missing. On that occasion, I cried very sadly, but my child didn't remember anything after crying.
Life is like this. Day after day, year after year.
Be reasonable, and I will blame you.
At that time, like other children, I grew up beside my mother, only to find that I was not as happy as I thought. I have known that you have gallstones since I lived with you. I never took it as anything, because I never knew how painful it was. Finally, you live in that place where disinfectants are everywhere. After the operation, you were lying flat on the bed, talking to me as if tears were coming down, but I tried not to cry and asked you if it hurt, but you still gave me a weak answer: "What do you think?" I said it must hurt. After leaving the hospital, you have been talking about how poor my health is, but it is actually worse than me. Sometimes, I will blame you and say, "Take care of yourself. I can't even take care of myself. How can I take care of your precious daughter? "
Now, I will love you.
Now, I finally understand that kinship is a place of love, and it is full of love. What a poor child I would be without you. So I decided to love you as much as you love me, but I must love you. The warm sunshine crawled lazily into the window, and suddenly you were by your side, smiling as brightly as a star. It's good to have you.
Mom, actually, you know what? I've always wanted to tell you myself, "It's not easy for you to ask me. But you don't ask the price. I have always wanted to thank you personally, because you have been giving me strength, not afraid, not timid. "
Mom, in fact, I love you very much, but I never said it seriously.
Do the happiest thing for your mother, and say to her when she is happy: "Mom, I love you."
Mom 2 I don't know since when my mom can't beat me in bickering.
Whenever we quarrel, my mother always criticizes my mistakes. And as soon as I tell her my age, she will sigh and stop talking.
My mother is as stiff as an old bean and won't listen to people.
My mother was trying to pickle some pickles that day. She put two spoonfuls of salt according to the instructions in the recipe. I laughed at her: "Pickled pickles only use two spoonfuls of salt? You'd better pour a bag of salt in! " Mom shook her head: "I believe what the recipe says." As a result, it is conceivable that pickles were not cured successfully. The recipe says to use two spoonfuls of salt per100g. My mother tried to pickle a pot, but she used two spoonfuls of salt. I advised her not to listen, and her mother became more and more stubborn.
Mother is old, getting up early is also a laborious task, because she was awakened by the barking of dogs downstairs in half a nightclub. And I didn't hear the dog barking at all. Maybe my mother worked too hard and was too tired for me.
My mother always helps me when I need it. When I get up early and mumble, my mother will boil a pot of hot water to urge me to wash my face, eat, brush my teeth and go to school. Every time I go downstairs, the door won't close immediately. My mother always listens to me leave home for school behind the door. When I got to the first floor, I closed the door gently. I really feel very happy when I hear a click behind me.
My mother once said, "People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry." This is to make me eat more, because I don't like eating.
My mother once said, "Nothing is difficult as long as you put your heart into it." This is to encourage me to regain my confidence after setbacks.
My mother once said, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, and the descendants of the world are ahead." This is to let me catch up with the people in front.
My mother loves me with her time. I am growing up, but she is getting old.
Mother 3 was born in an ordinary rural family. According to her elders, she eats sweet potatoes for one-third of the year and only eats fresh meat for a few days a year. Mom has been walking step by step since then.
Since I entered school, my mother has been full of expectations for me. I have never caused my mother any trouble since I was a child. As far as I can remember, my mother never hit me and seldom criticized me.
My mother works for others all the year round, selling auto parts. Vacation is a luxury for my mother, and there are not many days off in a year except Chinese New Year, so mahjong entertainment after dinner is a kind of relaxation for my mother.
When I was growing up, there was one thing that made me feel guilty about her. Every time I think of it, there will always be ripples in my heart
It was an ordinary night, and the next day was the final exam. The tense atmosphere of the final exam infected every candidate who greeted him, and everyone was hungry for books. I'm not on the list either. Perhaps the nervousness before the exam made me extremely anxious.
In the dead of night, I am still turning over the Chinese book in confusion. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in with a cup of hot milk in her hand. "Son, have an exam tomorrow. Don't read tonight. Drink some milk to nourish the brain. Drink it and go to bed early. " Mother smiled with concern.
Although I know my mother's mind, my irritability made me lose my mind, and my mother became the object of my venting. "I don't want to drink! Go to sleep and leave me alone! " "You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, or you'll be listless tomorrow." There is a trace of anxiety in my mother's words. "You leave me alone! I can't read my book! " I yelled at my mother. The atmosphere suddenly became lifeless and awkward, and my mother was like a wound with a handful of salt. I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother. In fact, I really don't want to be so mean, but I don't know why, those words came out like shells. My mother silently tidied up the books I put on the bed. Seeing that I was not sleepy, she turned around and sighed. Gently closed the door. Listening to the footsteps of my mother closing the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me, my heart is full of guilt. I want to rush out and say "sorry" to my mother. However, I have no courage. In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but she smiled and was so tolerant of me. Broad maternal love makes me feel great, but it also makes me feel guilty. I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and leaving, approaching and leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.
At that moment, I suddenly felt that my mother's love kept me alive like oxygen, but I often forgot its existence.
Mother 4, what a great person. It is said that a mother's love is like the sea and a father's love is like a mountain. In my memory, the person who has paid the most for our family is my mother.
Although my mother has no culture, she has taught me a lot about being a man.
I still remember it was a summer afternoon, and I was sitting in the yard playing. Mom said she was going out to do some shopping and told me to wait at home. I watched my mother take out a lot of money from her bag, and an idea flashed through my mind, stealing money! After my mother left, I sneaked into my mother's bedroom and dug out my mother's bag. I took out a ten-dollar bill. I blushed and looked around nervously to see if anyone had found me. I hurried out of the door and came to my room. I put ten dollars in my piggy bank and then hurried out. After a while, mom came back. I looked at my mother nervously for fear that she would find out that I had stolen her money. I'm sweating with nervousness. Soon, my mother came out and asked me, "Did you steal my money?" I whispered, "Yes." I thought my mother would scold me or give me a good beating, but she didn't. My mother said to me gently, "I stole the money, it doesn't matter." It is important to admit my mistake and correct it. That's the most important thing, you know, the money you take is the hard-earned money of mom and dad. " My face turned red and I said, "Mom, I will definitely correct it. I won't do it again. " That's it. It's over.
My mother, after years of baptism, emerged a few white hairs from her thick black hair, leaving traces of years on her face. Mom's hands have become rough because of us. Whenever I see my mother's busy figure, I can't help crying. My mother works hard day and night for us, getting up early and getting greedy, but we still don't study hard and play all day. If I can, I would like to use my life to keep my mother's youth.
I love my mother, and I hope my mother can stay with me forever and watch me grow up healthily and happily. Mom, I love you forever!
Mom 5 has grown up and I have received a lot of care. With the passage of time, many worries have faded away in my memory, but the love of one person is deeply engraved in my memory and will never be forgotten. That's my mother's meticulous care.
One winter morning, I was about to go to school. My mother took out a cotton-padded jacket from the cupboard and came up to me and said, "Son, put this cotton-padded jacket on. It's very cold outside, so be careful to catch cold. " As soon as she finished speaking, she went to work. I looked at this cotton-padded jacket and thought: it's not that cold outside, there's no need to wear such a thick cotton-padded jacket, let alone how ugly it is to walk like a penguin. Maybe my classmates will laugh at me! I went to the window and looked out. My mother has gone to work, so I am secretly pleased. I didn't want to wear this cotton-padded jacket, so I went to school happily. "
Walking on the way to school, the wind blew harder and harder, making me tremble. I came to the classroom, sat in my seat, rubbed my cold hands, and thought, if only I had listened to my mother, I really regret it.
After school, I saw my mother coming to me on a motorcycle in the distance. I was shivering, and I was afraid that my mother would blame me. Who knows, as soon as my mother stopped the car, she quickly held me in her arms, rubbed my hand and asked me if I was cold, without blaming me at all. Mother also took off her cotton-padded jacket, put it on me, and took off her gloves for me to put on. I got on the bus and my mother drove me home despite the cold wind. At this time, I felt a warm current flowing into my heart, carrying people and falling in love with the car, and it was warm all the way.
Along the way, I wore my mother's cotton-padded jacket and gloves, and I felt that the whole world had become extremely warm. No matter how the cold wind blows on me, I don't feel cold. However, I wore my mother's cotton-padded jacket, and my mother must be extremely cold. I put my arm around my mother's waist and said, "Is mom still cold?" My mother said to me, "It's not cold. In fact, my mother is not cold at all. " I heard the tone of my mother's voice, and I knew that my mother must be very cold. But why didn't she say anything? When I got home, my mother asked me, "Are you still cold?" I replied, "Thank you, Mom, I'm not cold." Mother said, "That's good. I hope you are not cold. " Mom went to the kitchen to cook as soon as she finished. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I silently thanked my mother, who would rather be cold for herself.
Motherly love is ordinary and great. When I grow up, I must repay my mother for raising me.
Mother 6 has lived in your warm arms since she came into this world, just like a seedling, growing sturdily under the nourishment of your sweet milk. Mom, in my rushing river of memory, there are many stories with you, just like shells on the beach, some are dazzling and some are eclipsed, but each story contains your deep maternal love!
Mom, when I am sick, your eyes are full of tears and anxiety, just like the stars in the sky, flashing in my heart forever. That look made me stronger. At my bed, you took good care of me. Those beautiful fairy tales gave me the strength to overcome my illness. When I recovered, I dragged down your tired body, but my smile rippled on your face. Mom, you said I was your hope. Your blood flows in my body, and your maternal love is unrestrained in my heart!
When I do something wrong, you stare at me with eyes as hot as the sun, which makes me unable to lift my head, keep my eyes open and drive away my ugly soul. Since then, my mind has become more open. Mom, under the light of your maternal love, I will grow up healthier. You corrected my first mistake, made my life clearer and made my steps more powerful!
When I failed, you warmed me with loving eyes, and your sentence "Failure is the mother of success" made me see hope again. Every time I fall, you help me up with a pair of powerful big hands, pat off the dust on my body and show me the way forward. I am no longer confused, I am no longer confused, because you said: There is no road in the world, but you fall down again and again, get up again and again, and come out bravely. That is the most solid road. Mom, I won't be lonely with you. Mom, with you, I will always be full of hope!
When I was on cloud nine in the face of success, the enlarged figure you looked at with angry and indifferent eyes shrank back to the original state. I know, I forgot your teaching: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind". No, your eyes are not indifferent, they are reproaches, and you hate iron for not turning into steel! Mom, looking into your eyes, my pride suddenly plummeted, and the teaching that "complacency is the enemy of success" echoed in my mind. Mom, with you, my every step is more solid. Mom, your every persuasion will be my motto all my life.
Mom, your maternal love is as high as the sky, but bluer than the sky, as deep as the sea, but wider than the sea. Mom, my son knows that only studying hard and studying hard is the richest and most beautiful reward for you, mom. ......