Close? Key? Words: 500 words in the fifth grade of Mama Primary School.

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This composition is about 500 words in the fifth grade of primary school. The title is "Mother's Braised Fish". Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically. Mother's braised fish Xue Ningying Among all kinds of dishes, I like braised fish best, so braised fish has become my mother's specialty.

In the evening, it's already half past five. My mother suddenly called and said that she had to work overtime. Let my father and I wait for a while. It's raining outside the window, and my eyes are staring into the distance, hoping that my mother will come back soon. I was doing my homework alone in my room. When I looked at my watch, it was already seven ten. At this moment, I heard the sound of the key opening the door. Yes, my mother came back. I saw my mother holding an umbrella in her left hand and two bags of things in her right hand, all wet and even her hair stuck together. As she hastily put down her bag, she panted, "I bought a fish and some vegetables." After saying his word, people have rushed into the kitchen to get busy.

I stood at the door of the kitchen watching, quietly watching. After a while, my mother came out with two pots of vegetables, including my favorite braised fish. I quickly filled three bowls of rice, and then I couldn't wait to sit at the table and wolfed it down. My mother put chunks of fish in my bowl, and said apologetically, "Slow down, slow down ..." I suddenly stopped chopsticks with a mouthful of rice in my mouth: "Mom, eat, too!

Otherwise the food will be cold!

"Mom rubbed her hands and said softly," Leave me alone. Come on, eat more fish. It's very nutritious!

"Large pieces of spineless fish still keep coming into my bowl, and soon, only the outline of the fish is left on the plate. Mom just stopped and ate the bowl of rice that was no longer steaming. I looked at the desktop: I saw piles of fishbones in front of my mother's rice bowl, but there was nothing in front of mine.

A heat wave slipped through my heart, and I knew it was maternal love. (Instructor Sun Yuefen)