The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time. And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness?
My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me the story of the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bombing of the bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me to be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing. ...
What's all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully. Take every day as an example!
Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me.
Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents!
Parental love
The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents.
The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time.
And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain.
There are many kinds of love: father's love, grandfather's love, grandfather's love, aunt's love, classmates' love and friendship ... but what impressed me most was maternal love.
It was on the eve of May Day this year. I felt a dull pain in my stomach during the first class on Friday morning, and I didn't care much. In the third class, the stomachache not only didn't stop, but also sweated back. Halfway through the class, I finally couldn't help throwing up. The teacher saw me and asked me to call my parents and ask them to pick me up. After class, grandma came to pick me up. I threw up again when I got home. I vomited several times in a row and felt very uncomfortable.
At noon, my mother came back from work and saw me lying in bed, pale. She took my temperature and found that I had a high fever. She made a pack of medicine, took an anti-inflammatory medicine for me to eat, tucked me in, and went to work when I fell asleep. In the evening, she urged me to take medicine, tucked me in and let me sleep.
In this way, after a few days, I found that my mother had been very tired these days and her face was very yellow. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't answer, just laughed it off.
One night, when I got up to go to the toilet, I was surprised to find my mother asleep in the chair beside my bed! I immediately understood why my mother was so tired. It turned out that she had been watching me by the bed, afraid that something would happen to me. What a noble maternal love this is! My heart is very bad, just like breaking a five-flavor bottle. Everything is sweet, sour, spicy and salty. At this moment, my mother woke up. When she saw me standing there, she quickly carried me to the bed, tucked me in, and repeatedly said, "Be careful of catching cold!" " "Then, I sat in the chair again ... At this time, my heart was very uncomfortable, and two tears fell.
2. My mother's portrait description composition Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands.
I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain.
My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home."
After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads.
Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study.
At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth.
At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold.
Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt.
But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold.
I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
My father's appearance is old. There are four brothers and three sisters in our family, plus my parents. This is a big family with a large population. I am the youngest in my family, so I never remember my father when he was young. When I was a teenager, I saw a black-and-white photo of three or four inches, which had turned yellow. That is a handsome man in his thirties. He is my father. A long chiseled face is neat. Black hair backwards (very old-fashioned hairstyle), full forehead, black eyebrows and a little downward eyebrows, which may show your father's cowardice! Black and white eyes are a little sunken like foreigners, and their eyes are kind and not fierce at all. Below the high bridge of the nose is a bit thick but tangible lips. The only difference from now is that this face is clean and you can't see the stubble on it. Seeing this yellow old photo, I looked for the handsome impression of my father when he was young. I was surprised that my father was really a handsome man when he was young. I sigh that the weight of life, economic poverty, family quarrels, mental unhappiness, and the relentless running over of the years have ruined this face beyond recognition. Now my father is an old, black, wrinkled and bearded father. As far as I can remember, my family's life was very poor. It was noisy for three days, full of cold after the war and cold stoves in the morning. Born in poverty, they came to this city alone and were introduced to get married. In order to take care of each other when they grow up, so many children have been born, but the economy is poor and the population is large. (My eldest brother gambles, and my second brother is terminally ill-leukemia), the family can't make ends meet, and the foreign debt has been paid for three or four years, which is the character of parents. Shouting, even breaking cups and lifting tables are commonplace. When other people's beautiful women celebrate the holidays with joy, my family often litters the dishes and chopsticks. I hate this birth environment, but I sympathize with them. After all, they are hardworking and kind. After all, they have suffered a lot for us, and suffered a lot ... My father is diligent and his meager salary can't meet the monthly family expenses. In the hot summer, the sun is like fire. My father used his mother's homemade wooden popsicle box and thick quilt, rode a 28-style bicycle and shouted "Popsicle, Popsicle" in the streets. The rest can't be sold is our drinks _ _ because in one afternoon, the popsicle almost melted; In autumn, my mother made cakes with flour, plus a big bamboo basket, and sat in the back seat of my father's big bike; The 40-square-meter house allocated by the factory is crowded with such a large family, and there are two big fat pigs in the corridor. Although it stinks, it is also a big income of my family. During the Chinese New Year, kill the fat pig and invite the butcher who killed the pig. There are really many people around who kill pigs! However, I don't think their efforts have brought us anything. Even the praise of others is a kind of sarcasm in my opinion. Because there is always no money at home, quarreling over money, worrying about tuition fees at the beginning of school, worrying about new year's goods during the New Year, and worrying about big brother, the family is restless and noisy, and is often confused. Other people's parents are very laid-back, and their families are harmonious. Seeing other children carrying schoolbags, I want another one ... My father is weak, whether he quarrels or is bullied by others. Back in Kerry, I was injured again: I didn't ask indiscriminately, I was scolded and trained, and my father looked ugly. I can see his fear, anxiety and uneasiness. His teaching is _ _ our family, don't quarrel with others, no money, no power, no quarrel. _ _ So, I think I am lower than others in his cowardly character and handling affairs. I feel inferior in my heart, my ideal morning exercise is crazy or even gloomy, and I want to commit suicide. I don't know why I came into this world. I have stared helplessly at the lush pines and cypresses on the mountain several times, wanting to commit suicide, trying to be a straight pine tree like it, without worries, and there are many things I can't change. When it comes to my father, my mind is dull. What I feel is heartache. I have been frugal all my life, but I have been poor and anxious all my life. I want to burn more paper money as a memorial to him. I hope there will be an afterlife. In the afterlife, he will be rich and need not worry about money any more. I hope he can be happier and feel the happiness in the world.
4. My mother, with many portraits and a composition of about 450 words, is the greatest person in the world: she gave me life and he gave me education. Since I was born, she has taken care of me bit by bit, so I can't help thanking her for it.
Everyone can't get such a vigorous and unforgettable maternal love, but from my mother's subtle concern for my life, I can see that my mother is so kind to me.
My mother, like most mothers, likes to nag. I may be bored, but she will never-it's cold, but when I come home from self-study in the evening, she always tells me to put on more clothes tomorrow, and at the same time fold the clothes in my closet and put them on my bedside. Of course, sometimes I don't listen to her, and I naturally catch a cold in a few days; When the weather is hot, she will tell me to wear less. In order not to let me disobey her, she will take pains to check how much I wear every morning like a security check. It has been like this for more than ten years!
My mother always likes to sleep late, but since I entered junior high school, she has got up earlier than me almost every morning. When I woke up, she was busy preparing breakfast for me in the kitchen. Only on the weekend morning, when she saw me sleeping soundly and not getting up, she quietly closed the door for me-just wanted me to have a rest.
My mother likes to "scold" me, and I know that she actually cares about me. Whenever she finds out that I have done something wrong, she will come and slap me twice and then scold me severely. My mother doesn't like to see me bored. She wants me to be as lively as other children, even naughty. Let's just say, especially during the Chinese New Year, when he sees me standing there like a deadwood, he can't help kicking me, hitting me a few times and then scolding me. This shows how much my mother loves me!
My mother sometimes likes to ask me questions in harsh words. Although I can't answer them, I know that his purpose is to exercise my eloquence and make me stronger, so I don't hesitate to make me hate her at a huge price.
Although my mother is not a perfect person, her care and love for me is undeniable. As the ending song "My All" of "Lotus Lantern" sings: She has regarded me as her whole life, and I will never pay off this huge debt to her. I can't help writing this article to praise her!
God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Maternal love is hot tea in winter, and maternal love is cool breeze in summer! On the occasion of Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday!
Write an article about the portraits of my parents and classmates. Every portrait is an assignment of 100 words, father. My father is ordinary. He is neither handsome nor handsome. There is always a simple taste in his eyes under the eyebrows that are not too long or too short. Mom. Mother was a beauty when she was young. Although she doesn't have as bright eyes and teeth as in those years, a pair of smiling eyes often makes people feel warm. Old man. Dark skin and wrinkles on the face are the vicissitudes of life brought by years. His hands are so rough that they seem to have fallen from the bark of a dead tree, so an old man who has been scavenging for many years is so lonely that he can only watch stray dogs with his classmates. I have a classmate, tall, with big eyes and bright eyes. He is a sunny boy and loves to laugh. He often likes sports with basketball in his hand. What he sees most is energy on the basketball court.
6. Composition describing the mother's appearance I believe that many people will think of Hu Shi's "My Mother" after seeing this topic. No, my inspiration really comes from this. My mother is a little different from ordinary mothers. She has no job, but she has taken good care of me for ten years. I have asked her many times to find another job and let her communicate more with the outside world. But my mother wouldn't. I don't understand why my mother did this. Now, I finally understand that she wants to take better care of me who has already entered junior high school. However, what my mother has to do now is more difficult than before. A few years ago, my father fell ill and spent some time in the hospital. Although his body is almost the same now, his body is not as good as before. He used to have a good temper, but his mother's. Since my father learned that he had the virus, his temper has gone from bad to worse. I remember it very clearly. At that time, my father liked to hold me on his head. Now, everything is a memory. My mother is not only a professional wife, but also a qualified mediator.
I often have trouble with my father. My mother always tells me that your father is in poor health, so let him go. But dad is still my good dad, and there will still be laughter when we are together.
I owe it to my mother. In fact, a mother knows best what she thinks in her heart.
Mother doesn't want me to be at odds with my father. She thinks that a family should cherish the time together. Mom will talk less and laugh more when she is at home.
In my eyes, the person who knows me best is my mother. I still remember that my mother and I had a fight. That time, my mother cried.
But I still felt very proud at the time. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. I don't understand why there is a generation gap between children and adults. Why can't you treat your mother as a friend? I have this idea because of everything my mother has done.
My mother is the person who respects me most in the world. She would never invade my privacy. Because she knows that if I want to tell her, I will.
Since I don't want to talk about it, she won't ask. Everything about me, she won't move.
This is my proudest point as her daughter. My mother will respect me like this, which may be related to some of her beliefs.
My mother is a Christian and has believed for many years. Maybe this time should be counted from the day she came into this world. My mother never lies. She said my ancestors wouldn't like it, so she trained me slowly.
Mother's favorite phrase, I will never forget, "Our father in heaven, may everyone hallow your name." . May your kingdom come.
May your will be done on earth, as you have done ... "Forever, forever ..."
7. My mother's portrait description composition Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands.
I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain.
My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home."
After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads.
Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study.
At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth.
At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Qiu Qiu, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold.
Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand was cracked a few days ago, and there were many small cuts on your hand, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter and it didn't hurt.
But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. It's just that you don't want me to worry, for fear of affecting my study. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I looked down at my mother's black and blue hands with cold.
I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched me with almost frozen hands and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to your mother's hope! " I don't know how many times I woke up from my sleep and saw my mother's hand sewing clothes for me under the lamp; I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times, I recovered under the careful care of my mother's hands; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands.
I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
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