My mother's composition 1 My mother is a changeable person. Just like this changeable nature.
When I was just sensible, my mother began to tell me some big truths. My mother is different from other mothers. She is a thrifty housekeeper and never goes out to play mahjong. Sometimes, I ask her to go out and play two games to relieve boredom, but she doesn't go and says she can't play. I asked her to go shopping, but she didn't go yet.
She looks ordinary, but sometimes she is unusual.
I didn't do well in this exam. My mother suddenly said,' I'll accompany you'. I was very surprised after listening to it. I saw my mother take out her textbooks for review the next day. She works harder than me every day. When I can't, she always patiently advises me and helps me solve problems, just like a clear spring.
But sometimes my mother is impatient. When she is angry, she will leave the book there for me to read, but usually she will come back later to teach me seriously.
In my eyes, my mother seems impatient. She likes to be fast, so she has a quick temper. Every time my mother goes shopping, she walks very fast. People in the street looked at her with strange eyes, just like looking at a woman.
My mother, a great mother, has both gentleness like a clear spring and anger like a rainstorm.
When I was seven years old, my mother bought a feather duster and began to carry out stick education. I learned a lot under repeated whipping.
In my mother's gentleness and sternness, I understand good and evil, right and wrong, a lot.
My mother's composition 2: Motherly love is like a song, singing interesting things about me since I was a child; Motherly love is like a warm word, comforting me when I am injured; Motherly love is like spring water in the mountains, nourishing my heart.
It rained heavily that day, and I was afraid that my mother would not pick me up. I will always be in this quiet school. Just when I wanted to accept my fate, a vague figure appeared in my field of vision.
My fear suddenly calmed down when she approached me with an umbrella. I saw her clearly. It's my mother! I thought: the old naive came to reinforce! It seems that God has blessed me. I waved at my mother and walked over. It's really mom.
Although my mother is holding an umbrella, her clothes are wet and her hair is a little messy. I guess she came in a hurry. My eyes are red. I want to cry, but I can't. My mother took me home. She took my schoolbag first, put it on her back and held my hand tightly, which made me feel extremely warm. However, looking at my mother's red face and anxious expression, I can't help but start to blame myself: why do I always want my mother to help me? Why can't I take care of myself? Why am I so incompetent? Why?
There is a dirty and deep flood ahead, so my mother quickly let go of her hand. She squatted down, let me carry my bag and umbrella, and climbed onto her. She put her hands around my legs, and I put my hands around my mother's neck. My mother cares only about me, regardless of her own safety. Every step she took, she asked me if I was wet in the rain. My hand clung to my mother and I felt her back was so smooth and warm.
At the moment, the rain is still falling, but I feel maternal love in my heart, just like a flower blooming in my heart, and the rain seems to be much smaller.
Mom's composition 3 If I become a string of osmanthus flowers in front of the window and smile happily in the wind, mom, will you recognize me?
When you yelled at me, I held back my smile and gave off a fragrance to attract your attention. I smell sweet-scented osmanthus, and watch you grade your papers and have a rest. When you find this osmanthus tree and take a photo with your mobile phone, will you find me in this photo? When you happen to sit at the window and read a book, I will cast my shadow on the book. Wherever you look, I will point my shadow at the place where you look and scatter petals on your clothes and body. A smell that can be smelled ten miles away. But will you know that your son is watching you from behind?
Perhaps, you will pick a bunch of my parts, make tea and cook, and let the fragrance fill the whole room. I will be integrated into your life. Sometimes I just watch you do a lot of things. Will you find it's me?
At night, when you finished everything you should do and lay in bed watching your mobile phone, I just fell down, opened the door and stood in front of you. Please give me a few minutes to play computer. You will be very angry and yell at me: "I don't know where I have been all day, and I want to play computer!" " "
"I won't tell you, mom." I'll say that. In fact, I've been watching you all day.
I don't know when my mother can't fight me with 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.
My mother's composition 5 Every time I think of my mother, the scene of her helping me prepare science review materials can always appear in front of my eyes.
That night, I was doing my homework, and my mother carefully helped me prepare the science review materials in the next room. Time passed like this, 15 minutes, 30 minutes, 1 hour. When I finally finished my homework, I quietly came to my mother and said, "Mom, I finished my homework." At this time, my mother raised her head, looked at me with a pair of tired eyes, and gently said to me, "Go and wash first! You have to get up early tomorrow! " Say that finish, she immediately lowered her head and fell into a busy situation. Sometimes she stares at the computer, sometimes she bows her head and writes, sometimes. ...
In bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking: Will my mother give me the wrong answer, will she write wrong words, will she? ...
Soon the next morning, my mother still got up early, and the breakfast was still delicious, but there was an extra review material on the table. I looked at my mother and found a circle of deep dark circles on her expressionless face. My heart is full of gratitude to my mother, because I know that these materials must have been prepared for me by my mother who stayed up late. I will live up to my mother's hard work and get good grades in this exam.
Later, I got an excellent test in science. Seeing this result, my mother showed a warm smile on her face.
My mother's composition 6 The growth of trees is inseparable from the growth of roots; The growth of birds can not be separated from the care of big birds; Of course, I can't grow up without my hard-working parents. What I want to talk about today is my touching mother.
My mother is a simple and ordinary rural woman. Although she is over thirty this year, she looks like forty. Her face is full of wrinkles. For this family, she looks old; To my brother and me, she looks very old. My mother doesn't worry about eating and wearing every day. She gave all the good things to my brother and me. Everything is for us, regardless of herself.
On one occasion, my brother clamored for Dicos. There are three of us, but my mother only ordered two hamburgers. I asked inexplicably, "mom, why did you only order two hamburgers?" How can there be three of us? " Mom smiled and said, "I don't like these things, they are expensive and not delicious!" " "Then I said," Let's have another coke! "I turned to go." Don't! I don't drink, it's too cold! "Mother took my hand. When I really couldn't persuade my mother, I started eating. At this moment, I saw my mother beside me. I put the hamburger on my mother's mouth and said, "Have a bite, too. Try it, it's delicious! " Mom said, "I won't eat, you eat!" " "I've been looking at my mother with eyes expecting her to take a bite, but her mother just took a bite of the bread outside with her mouth. I know that my mother, as always, is reluctant to eat, leaving delicious food to her younger brothers and sisters.
My mother mended the autumn clothes she had worn for several years, but bought new clothes for my brother and me. Others bought her ice cream, and she was reluctant to eat it herself. ...
Love is great, and maternal love is even greater! Everyone needs love, and maternal love is what everyone needs most!
In my life, there will always be a few people who seem insignificant, but without them, I will feel like my life is suffocating. One of them is my mother.
To tell the truth, when I was a child, I didn't haunt my mother like other children. Because my mother is often not like other people's loving mothers, on the contrary, she is a bit strict and even picky. Of course, my relationship with my mother is not very harmonious, at least on the surface.
We all have to admit that she is a failed mother and I am a failed daughter. Sometimes we are silent, sometimes we are nervous, so we have little chance to talk calmly together. This is normal, after all, we have never understood each other, never thought about understanding each other, and are more willing to impose our ideas on each other.
Then where did I find that my mother is very important to me? I don't know, either. Maybe it's the quilt she carefully tucked for me at night, maybe it's the casual exhortation when the weather turns cold, maybe it's the appropriate comfort when I'm sad ... My heart is inadvertently, and she has penetrated into my life. My mother, she is not great, not even good. But so what? She has always been my obstacle and a part of my life. Some people are bad, but no one can replace them.
Sometimes we are relatively silent, and sometimes we are tense. But anyway, my mother, for both of us, has always been an important and irreplaceable part of our lives.
My mother's composition 8 My mother's appearance is not very prominent, but in my heart, she is the most beautiful! My mother's dark skin, sunken eyes due to overwork, wrinkles on her face and even white hair on her head are deeply imprinted in my heart. ...
Because there is a younger brother at home who is 10 years younger than me, it makes my tired mother work harder. Although she didn't say it, his fatigue was engraved on her locked brow.
Every morning before dawn, she would drag herself out of bed because she had to prepare school supplies and breakfast for her brother. After coaxing her brother to school, she hurried to work. Getting up early and going to bed late always makes her eyes full of dark circles. The evening is coming, and my brother is still excited and naughty, so he always runs to the bathroom to tell me that the faucet is fully open, runs to the water dispenser with the blind man on his back to squeeze out all the water, and then pours out all the toys at once ... My mother rushed out of the kitchen to scold my brother, and my stubborn brother picked up a stick and hit her. Mom gets angry with him every time. When her brother sleeps, she will sit alone by the bed and watch him cry alone. And I only peek at my mother under the door every time, because I'm afraid she's exhausted. Who would have thought that a woman under the age of 50 would be "hypertensive" with anger when she gave birth to a child under the age of 5? At this time, my heart is always sour and uncomfortable. The hot white liquid in my eyes turned back to an uncontrollable surge. ...
"Kiss the tears on my face, warm my young heart, and my mother's kiss is sweet ..." Whenever I hear this song, I always think of my mother's tired figure, deep-set eyes, countless wrinkles and white hair ... Listening, thinking and distressed, tears fill my eyes again.
Mother's composition 9 Motherly love is deep, like an endless sea.
One morning, I was watching cartoons in my room. My mother suddenly came in and put something in the cupboard. She also mysteriously told me, "Xiao Li, don't rummage through the things in the cupboard. I'm going to walk the dog and I'll be back soon. " I replied, "I see." So, mom went to walk the dog, and mom went out of the house. I can't wait to open the cupboard door, wondering what my mother put in it. Does it taste good？ Is it still fun? As soon as I opened the cupboard door, I saw something hard and square wrapped in flowered cloth. What is that? Oh! It turned out to be a beautifully illustrated Grimm's fairy tale, and my interest dropped by half. It turns out that I don't like reading. I just wanted to put the book back, but I accidentally turned it over. Hey! I found my favorite Snow White in it, so I sat patiently and continued to look down. The more I watch it, the more I want to see it.
Unconsciously, my mother came in and saw me reading, so she quietly retired and was busy preparing dinner.
It was not until my mother asked me to have dinner that I reluctantly put down my book, came to the table and said to my mother, "Mom, how did you hide such a beautiful book?" My mother didn't answer me, but gave me a meaningful smile.
At that time, I didn't understand why my mother did it. I didn't realize until today that it was my mother who thought of this method in order to arouse my interest in reading.
My mother's composition 10 maternal love is tender as water, pure as ice, and selfless as silkworm. Mother's love is as clear and soft as a gushing spring, which brings me endless care.
My mother is an ordinary farmer. She has bright eyes and hands that grind thick cocoons. My mother is very strict with me, but I am glad to have such a strict mother, because then I can form a good habit.
I remember once going home to watch TV and finding that the socket was dead, I moved it. My mother saw me wandering around there, and her face turned black: "Watch TV as soon as I get home. You think you are a good girl! " I said unhappily, "I don't even dare to look." This is not gold. I can't even touch it, hum! " And said a lot of ugly things. When eating, my mother asked me to eat, and I refused to eat in a rage. My mother put the rice in the rice cooker and went to sleep. In the evening, I felt very hungry, so I got up to look for food. I found a note next to the rice cooker, which said, "Sorry, Tingting, my mother is just afraid that you will get an electric shock. My mother didn't mean to scold you. Please understand my mother. " I opened the lid of the rice cooker and found that the food inside was still hot. I suddenly felt a warm current flowing through my heart, and tears began to swirl in my eyes.
Maybe this is a common thing for you, but it is endless love for me. I think maternal love is great again.
My mother's composition 1 1 There is a three-star female general in my family. She is of medium height, with shiny black hair and a few silver lines in the middle. There are a pair of watery eyes under the curved eyebrows, a high nose and a smooth tongue.
The first star: Xiaoxing. Before my grandfather died, the girl went to the hospital to take care of him every day. She went to ask the head nurse about grandpa first. Give out everything you want to eat every day and tell grandpa when to take what medicine. This filial piety star deserves the name!
The second star: nagging star. Female generals are famous nagging stars in our family. As long as we do something wrong, her nagging comes at us like a storm, which makes us hard to prevent.
The following is my conversation with a female general: "Hey, why are you reading extra-curricular books again?" ! Tomorrow is the stage exam, put it back quickly! ""oh! I know! " "There will be! Go to review quickly. Remember! Chinese should recite Chinese well and learn new words; Remember the formula well in mathematics; English, on the other hand, has to memorize words! "Do you think this woman will nag?
The third star: the humorous star. Although the female general is usually fierce, she still has a humorous side. Once, she took a nap and I played with her mobile phone. I played for a while and then quickly put it back. The girl woke up. As soon as she got up, she touched her mobile phone and asked me, did you play with your mobile phone? I repeatedly said "no" and she said, "Oh, that means the phone has a fever!"
How about it! Do you know who this "Samsung" girl is? She's my mother!
Mom's composition 12 mom is a shining star on the horizon; Mother is the sea that feeds the fish; Mother ... I have such a kind and kind mother.
I have such a mother, a mother who taught me to learn the truth.
I remember once, just after the English exam, the teacher asked us to go home and listen. Because it is an English word, I will tell it to my mother who knows a little English. "Mom, this word is not pronounced like this!" "Mom, you are wrong!" I complained a lot, but things were unexpected. My mother borrowed my English book that day and began to get busy again.
The next day, I thought my mother couldn't understand these words again, but my mother's behavior surprised me-my mother read English words so fluently! At that time, I was shocked: "Really, how can you read English words so fluently?" Mom just smiled at me and went to work again.
At night, I heard a loud reading in my sleep. Listen to the sound ... I thought-it's mom! No wonder I read so fluently. I watch it every night! I didn't bother my mother, so I listened quietly and intently. At that time, I heard some enlightenment: to be a man, you should ask if you don't understand. Practice hard every day, and you will get unexpected results. If you read it carefully, but put it aside. Then, what you have to do may never be finished. From now on, I will learn from my mother and be a person who doesn't understand and wants to learn.
This is my mother, a mother who taught me to learn the truth.
My mother's composition 13 I have a very hard-working mother, and her temper is unpredictable. What she is good at is braiding.
My mother is very hard. She gets up at 6 o'clock every morning and cooks a delicious love breakfast for our family. In the morning, she is very busy. She ran here to give these people injections and then went to the cashier to collect money. At noon, she goes shopping, and when she is free after cooking, she will wash dishes, sweep the floor and mop the floor. ...
My mother's temper is good and bad. For example, once, she was chatting with someone else, and I wanted to say something to her, but the chat was not over yet. I pulled my mother's skirt and motioned for me to talk to her. Her eyes widened and she said, "Don't make any noise when adults are talking." Another time, my classmate annoyed me. I chased him and hit him. When my mother saw him, she said to me gently, "Wei Yi, don't be angry. We don't care about such people, but we should be generous. "
My mother is good at braiding. My mother told me that without me, she could only braid ordinary hair, but since she was born, she has been learning fancy braiding online. Now, she can weave everything, and her best skill is "centipede straw weaving" How skillful the left and right movements are! Her mother's braids are neat and not rough at all.
This is my mother, and I love her!
My mother's composition 14 I have a good mother who cares about me very much. She grew up in the countryside. When she was a child, it was difficult to farm every day. My mother has bright eyes and clairvoyance. She can hear ants walking around. His arms are strong again, and she can gently hold her brother with one hand. Besides, anyone who breaks her arm has failed. She doesn't know where her strength comes from.
My mother likes to wear skirts. In summer, my mother will take out all the skirts. Try this, try that, just like a naughty boy. I really admire her.
My mother has a good temper. If she is angry, she will lock me in my room for three days, and I can still eat rice. My mother is very kind to my neighbors. Once, my mother bought two boxes of fruit and asked me to send a box directly to my neighbor. That's very generous.
My mother loves me very much. Once I failed in the exam, I thought I would be beaten by my mother, but what people didn't expect was that my mother saw me several times and then continued to cook her own favorite dishes. When I was doing my homework at night, my mother came in and asked me, "Did I fail the exam this morning?" I thought there was no fight before dinner, but now I can't escape. The fact is that my worries are unnecessary.
One morning, I forgot to bring my coat, and it rained heavily. My mother can't help me deliver my coat and umbrella. When I came to the classroom, I found I was soaked to the skin. At this time, my mother came out of the rain, dried the rain on my body with a towel, gave me a coat and an umbrella, and then braved the heavy rain to go home and hug my brother. My mother must have been wet by the heavy rain.
I love my mother and wish her a happy Mother's Day!
My mother's composition 15 Motherly love is the spring breeze, blowing the newborn buds green and the newly opened buds red, so that everything in the world can wake up instantly; Mother's love is sunshine, which takes away darkness, warms the earth and lights up the light for children.
In this world, the person I admire most is my mother, who makes me respect and worship her wholeheartedly. She has no outstanding appearance and amazing talent, but she has taught me a lot about life.
Since childhood, she has been very strict with our brother and sister, especially in study, which is much stricter than ordinary parents. In order to make our brother and sister as promising as other children, my father had to go out to work, so everything in the family fell on my mother's shoulders. In a blink of an eye, my mother provoked the burden of the family and propped up the family.
Get up from dawn every day, live a life of three to five, enrich myself in a busy life, and worry about all kinds of things at home ... My mother's hands are covered with calluses, and the wrinkles on her face are as deep as a knife, deeply engraved in my heart. The white hair on the sideburns makes my mother look much older, which makes me look in my eyes and in my heart. Mother has long lost her years and beauty, leaving only traces of years.
After that day, I began to realize that only by working hard can I help my mother share some heavy responsibilities. Later, I began to do something for my mother, but my mother's strength was deeply imprinted in my heart.
As time goes by, my mother gets older and I grow up day by day. I want to repay my sacred maternal love with rich knowledge, so let me move forward with my mother's heavy and beautiful expectations.
Finally, I just want to say that you grow up with me and I grow old with you!