A. Story of my mother and I Essay 100 words

My compound mother

My mother is a system of beautiful, hardworking people.

She comes back from work every day very hard, my mom she is not afraid of hard work. She comes back not only to wash clothes but also to teach me to study.

On Saturdays and Sundays, she cleaned the house at home and organized it neatly.

My mother loves me very much. When my father is not at home, my mother doesn't know how to cook, but she always tries to buy the things I like to eat for me.

I gave her a lot of gifts on Mother's Day and she was very happy.

This is me my mom!

B. Composition "The Story of My Mother and I"

O mother! You are the lotus leaf, I am the red lotus. The rains of the heart come, who but you is my shade under the uncovered sky? --Title

As Bing Xin said, no matter what difficulties, mother will block for us. Many people say that the year a child is born is the mother's suffering day, but it is the happiest day of her life. What a mother gives, we are far from being able to imagine.

Although my mother gave her whole heart to me, she and I would always have conflicts, and my mother always put a lot of emphasis on grades.

It was just a unit test, because of my carelessness, and only 80 points, I took the report card, head down into the door, the heart when apprehensive, I am aware of the mother's temper, into the door, the mother is knitting sweater, did not notice my arrival.

"Mom, I'm home." I called out softly, as small as a mosquito, but my mother still heard me.

"Oh, you're back, wash your hands and go eat." Mom said with a smile and continued to go down low to knit a sweater, "By the way, have you guys sent your math grades." Mom raised her head again.

"Oh, oh ...... haven't ...... had them yet." I didn't dare tell the truth.

"Really, that way, then go eat." Mother went back to beating her sweater.

Eat a full meal, I was uneasy to return to the room, closed the door, carefully took out the examination paper, changed up, every change a question, always have to stick out his head to look at the door, afraid of mother suddenly open the door to see mother is concentrating on playing sweater, but also put down the heart. But I do not want to, my mother shouted at me outside the house, because of the nervousness of the heart, did not hear the shout, the mother opened the door to come in, the examination paper will be exposed.

"What's going on here, didn't you say it wasn't sent?" My mother asked me angrily.

"I ......" I buried my head even lower.

"How can you be like this, you know how hard I have to work, every day to and from work late to go early to leave, you do this, is not the class and did not pay attention to listen to ...... me ......."

"Enough." I picked up my school bag and rushed out of the house.

Walking on the way to school, I am full of grievances, a mistake means I am not concentrating? every time. Why can't adults understand children?

When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found a note on my desk that read:

I'm sorry, daughter, mom shouldn't have treated you that way, mom didn't mean to blame you, just want you to be honest. The rice is ready on the table, heat it up if it gets cold.

In a flash, I was in tears ......

Pity the world's compassionate mother's heart, mother's love, such as the warmth of the boat, without the boat, how do we sail to the other side of the shore of success? (Instructor: Zhuang Meizhen)

The story of my mother and I

Lin Baosheng, Class 709, Quangang Hillside Middle School

Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand, no matter whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, the water will always come out from the cracks of your fingers, drop by drop, and flow cleanly. But the story of my mother and I will never be finished, and it will never dry up. That handful of carnations, still floating with a faint fragrance ......

That night when the rain poured down, I hid in the dark light of the desk lamp, buried in hard reading. Suddenly, my mom stirred up this quiet, rambling a few words. I went in one ear and out the other, and just yelled intolerantly, "Stop it!" Mom's face shifted a bit, her eyes took on disappointment and she said a bit angrily:

"I'm doing this for your own good, how dare you speak to your mother in such a tone."

"How am I supposed to revise with you making so much noise, just go away."

My anger came to a head. Suddenly that slap hit me hard on my face, I was blinded, my face felt hot, and uncontested tears flowed out of my eyes. What a slap from mom that hit my face but hurt my heart! I threw the door and rushed into the room ...... At this time, the rain was pouring out of the window, and my heart was thundering.

In the days that followed, we always remained in a state of stalemate. We did not say a word, and never sat in the same place. There was a deep gulf between my mom and me, and no one crossed it. I even began to hate her a little for slapping me and for breaking my heart.

I was always angry with my mother, until that day, the calendar made me realize - yesterday was my mother's birthday, mother, she for me, even birthday is not. At that moment I remembered many things - I seemed to see my mom lighting candles for me on my birthday, and how happy she was smiling. I was so ashamed that I suddenly had a thought and left the house quietly.

In the evening, I opened the door with a bunch of carnations. Mom, she was lying on the sofa resting. I walked up to my mom, who froze instantly. The two of us faced each other and didn't say anything, just stared at each other quietly. Suddenly mom hugged me tightly, a tear of happiness, soaked my clothes. The wind outside the window gently blew mom's hair, everything was so peaceful, as if time stopped at this moment. The gulf between my mom and I was filled with that yellow sand of love. My mother and I, in this harmonious atmosphere, embraced ......

This handful of carnations at this time exudes a faint fragrance, overflowing the whole house, but also overflowing my heart with my mother. Ah, mom, I want to send you more carnations so that we can witness its fragrance. I will treasure this story in my heart. (Instructor: Zhuang Meizhen)

C. To a (sweet story of my mom and I) composition 100~200 words can be, thank you all.

We can't help you with this kind of question. Isn't there anything memorable between you and your mom?

D. Mother's Story Essay 200 Words Urgent Urgent

One winter, I was playing downstairs, and I accidentally fell down and got covered with mud. At that time, I rushed home and wanted to wash this set of dirty clothes. However, such a cold day, the water should be how cold ah! I took advantage of my mom was not yet off work, so I hid this set of dirty clothes.

In the evening, I lie down on the writing table to write homework, suddenly a "cha-ching" sound into my ears, the sound is very clear, very rhythmic. I went over to the sound, and saw my mom was squatting in the bathroom washing clothes. Isn't that the clothes I hid? Watching my mom move up and down, back and forth, I was ashamed to squeeze in my heart.

The weather is really cold! Whistling north wind blowing in through the screen window, I can not help but shiver. I saw my mother's soap slipped from the hands, she picked up several times in a row, did not succeed in picking up, every time it is from her hands slipped down, I rushed over to pick up the soap, handing it to my mother. I saw my mom's hands frozen red and purple, I gently touched, the pair of wet hands cold like ice, my heart is also cold like an ice cellar.

At night, I lie in bed, how can not sleep, a closed eyes, as if to see my mother's hands in the non-stop shaking: in the cold water scrubbing clothes is this hand, carry a basket of food, work is this hand, evening cooking vegetables is this hand, the evening sewing work is this hand......

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Do you know what the best thing in the world is? Let me tell you, it is mother's love, because mother's love is the most precious thing on earth, which can't be bought with money. I once heard such a story: a cow in order to get a pot of water, and not afraid of all the difficulties, let people how to pump it, how to beat it, it always do not say a word, firmly stood there not to leave. In the end, the thirsty cow left her calf the water she had worked so hard for. What a touching story! So mother's love is very great. I remember one time, mom for me, but also personally gave me a "love" sweater!

One morning that winter, the weather was very cold. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. We passed by a fashionable clothing store. Through the window, I saw a very beautiful sweater on the model. It would be so nice if it was on me! I wanted to buy it so much that I begged my mother, who walked into the store, carefully picked up the price tag and looked at it, and gently said to me, "This sweater is too expensive, I'll knit you one when we get home, I'm pretty good at it!" As soon as I got home, I saw my mom picking up the adventure she had bought on her way back and started knitting a sweater. I also feel at ease to turn on the TV, enjoy watching TV.

In the evening, it was time to eat. Dad said, "Come over and eat! Today's rice really fragrant ah!" I rushed to wash my hands and came to the dining table, "Wow, there are curry potatoes, chicken wings, borscht!" I also asked my mom to come over and eat, but she said, "I'm busy knitting you a sweater, I have to finish it in time for tomorrow, the weather will be colder tomorrow, I have to put a new sweater on you, you guys eat first, I'll eat later!" After some time, my mother began to eat, and I noticed that she simply ate a few bites, and then knitted my sweater again. Late at night, she was still knitting sweaters under the light ......

The next morning, after I woke up, I found that there was really a brand new sweater on the bed. I hurriedly changed into it in front of my mother, ah, there is a special smell on it, my mother said, this is the smell of love. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes, looking at my mother's rough hands, at once, I was touched ......

In the days to come, my mother gave me more love, there is a mother's child is happiness, I will definitely use excellent grades to repay my mother when I grow up, and now I have to study even harder.

E. The story of my mother and me. (Essay)

The story of my mother and I

Mother's love is a book containing profound philosophy, from the moment you croak to the ground, the angels opened the book for you on behalf of the first page, and from then on, the story of the book by you and your mother **** with the interpretation of the book. These stories are always the most simple and moving, whether you read or seem to understand.

The warmth of childhood

It seems that the childhood of the little friends are beautiful butterflies, beautiful dolls and mom's most heartfelt care woven, but my mother gave me another sky. She took me into the fairy tale world. Let me get acquainted with Snow White, Cinderella, the ugly duckling those full of magical fairy tale characters, a small me super curious about why my mother would know so much, and those princesses and kings of one exactly where? At that time, my mom would gently and mysteriously tell me: "They are all told to me by a magical angel, and they are all in the angel's heart!" "Where is the angel? Where?" I can't wait to meet him in the real face of the mountain.

At this time, my mother, like a trick like from the back out of a beautiful "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" gently waved from my eyes, and then held high, mysteriously said to me: "It is not a simple character, it is called - the book." I jumped up excitedly and raised my hand to grab it, "Mommy, I want it! I want it!" Mom happily handed me the book, I couldn't wait to open it and froze! What is that a dense little man ah! Mom seems to have guessed my thoughts: "Those are words, only if you know them, they will tell you a good story, how about it, have confidence?" "Yes!"

In order to those good stories, I worked hard and insisted on learning to learn, not afraid of hard work. After that, I really stepped into the world of books, because of my mom, I and books have formed a lifelong relationship. My mom in my childhood left me a net of tender stories. She created a beautiful starting point for my future.

The love of tears after growing up

I really don't understand how the grown-up mom is far less gentle than when I was a child. Growing up, "eat" how many times the stick, the deepest impression is that time, I stole a cousin's a beautiful little doll, was found by her, she sat there angrily, her eyes staring hard at me without saying a word, I stood in front of her, feel this is a storm coming gloom, afraid to cry, mom's eyes! became a little disappointed, and still she said not a word. My heart kept condemning myself, I wanted to say I knew I was wrong and beg my mom to forgive me, but I could never say it. At this time no sound is better than sound, stalemate for nearly 10 minutes, I know I am wrong, but I think it is only a doll how. Mom finally spoke up, "Do you know what's wrong?" The tone was so low. I shook my head, I just knew I was wrong.

"Think, think about it and come back to me!" Finished, mom silently shook her head, hobbling away, I feel especially aggrieved, a doll well, guilty? How can you be so cruel, tears and unknowingly fell.

Later, I finally knew from my father, "You should be an honest child!" Originally, it is because I am not honest, I understand, ignorantly know that it is very important to be an honest person, I no longer dare, dare not cheat or lie. Woe to my parents for the price they paid to give birth to me ......" "Father Ruoxi gave birth to me, mother Ruoxi bowed me. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to pay for it, but I'm sure I'll be able to pay for it," he said. I want to pay back the virtue, haotian reckless." Mom, let me laugh, let me cry, I know, that is all strong love.

She is like rain and dew to moisturize me, like the rising sun shines on me. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time.

F. Who has the story of my mother and me essay

You can write the story of your mother braving the rain to pick you up from school, and you look at her that. The way she looked, unconsciously, she cried.... Write it yourself.

G. What Happened to Me and My Mom Essay

Because my mom and dad are too busy, my hair is short. What girl doesn't love to be pretty, and I was envious of my peers who wore pigtails and bows.

It was still in kindergarten, one day on the way home from school, a few naughty boys pointed at me and said: onion head, onion head! At once, the tears in my eyes straight beat, I was angry and anxious to run home. When I got home, I said angrily to my mom, "Mom! From now on I'm going to grow my hair long too, and I'm never going to be an onion head again"! Mom looked at me and smiled and said, "Mom is really not a good mom, I promise you that I will make sure that you will also be a beautiful girl with long braids". Mom was true to her word, and from then on, my hair wasn't cut, my braids grew longer day by day, and finally one day, I was able to wear my hair up. I was so excited that I looked in the mirror and showed off my two pigtails like a joyful bird. However, since then, every day at school, my mom always woke up ten minutes early to comb my hair, even if she worked overtime until the early morning, she would open the door of the room on time for me to comb my hair.

Once, I just got up and walked to the living room when I saw my mom opened the door of the house with the key, and I knew that she had been out all night again because of her work. Mom sat on the sofa in a daze and looked at me, saw my messy hair, she did not care about the labor, came over to comb my hair, looking at the mirror mom's pale face, eyes covered with blood, as if all of a sudden a few years old, the work of the past few days must have pressed her out of breath. But for the sake of my misbehaving daughter, in order to let me get what I want, would rather not rest herself to dress up for me. I secretly made a bold resolution. After school, I cut off my beautiful braids myself. At this time, my mother came back, when she saw the long hair in my hands, everything understood.

The story of my mom and I

H. My mom and I The touching story of my body essay in 300 words! Please hurry up!

It was a dark evening, the wind was gusting outside the window, I finished cleaning the classroom and started packing my school bag, ready to go home. "Click--", the sky suddenly sounded a thunder, followed by heavy rain poured down． My heart screamed bad, the clothes to the head of a drape to rush out, just to the school gate, two familiar figures flash into the eyes - is the father, and mom, but both of them have only an umbrella in hand. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your father and I are directly from the office over, did not bring more umbrellas, the two of us together to play a it." "No, the rain is too heavy, both of us will get wet if we share an umbrella, I'll give this umbrella to Shihao." Dad was busy saying and extended his umbrella over. "I'll share one with dad." Said I jumped to dad's umbrella, dad one hand held up the umbrella, one hand try to hold my shoulders, three people two umbrella hidden in the water fog, at that moment I feel so happy so happy.

In the haze, my mind suddenly flashed a picture and a picture: I remembered that because of the school was too hasty and forgot to take away the workbook, Dad found, running to me to the classroom; I remembered because of the basketball and forgot to go home time, my mother rushed around looking for me when the figure; I remembered to call my father out of the business trip, the microphone in his eager voice: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, don't forget to pull down the gate knife when you put on the fuse"; I remembered every test, my mom's words of advice before leaving home: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many too many past events in a flash out, so I do not feel weeping.

The love of parents is like the fragrance of lilies condensed into a moving, slowly converge, no longer drift away. I think there may be no one in the world will say that they do not love their parents, but they can say that they can fully return the love of their parents? Perhaps far from it. In the eyes of the parents, love is to walk with you, walk farther and farther will not get tired, so I will never forget my father took my essay draft when the eager words: "change it, change it again can be transcribed." I will also never forget my mom getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - a life is too long, this moment is happiness.

As I write this, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hands and didn't dare to look God in the face. I think parents are able to enjoy this right, they have the holy things that "God" sowed on earth.

I. A warm story with my mom Essay 200

From the time I was born to now, there is one person who has been taking care of me and caring for me, that is my mom. My mom has given me a lot of love and warmth.

I remember one year, it was very cold and snowing outside, and that day happened to be my birthday. I know in my heart that my mother will not forget

remember my birthday, so I am going to try to try to find out what birthday gift my mother prepared for me, so that I have a psychological preparation.

I walked up to my mom and said, "Mom do you know what day today is?" Mom said as if nothing had happened, "Know, know." When I heard this, I was secretly happy: mom didn't forget my birthday, great, great, mom didn't forget my birthday! I smiled as I thought. "What are you smiling for, there is a festival today--Daishue. Wear more clothes, don't catch a cold." Mom said as she cut the vegetables, "Huh? Mom I'm not asking you that." I said. "Then what are you asking?" Mom said with a puzzled look on her face. "I'll give you a hint, I was born in the winter." I said as I gazed at my mom with both eyes. Mom gave me a look that said, "Still don't know what you're talking about, go away go away, I need to cook!" Hearing this, I was very angry and said loudly while rushing at my mom, "It's my birthday today, and you actually forgot, huh! I'll ignore you!" After saying that I will be angry and ran to the room, shut the door.

After a while, my anger gradually subsided, ready to go to apologize to my mother, but I looked all over the house, just no sign of my mother. I ran over and asked my dad, "Dad, where is mom?" Dad said to me, "Mommy went out." "It's so cold outside and mom still goes out, you are really too, why don't you persuade mom." I said angrily.

Then I ran to my room and sat on the bed waiting for mom. After a while, it was almost evening, mom had not come back, I began to worry, just then, there was a knock on the door, I know it must be mom, I hurriedly opened the door to see, it was really mom. I saw that my mom's face and hands were already red from the cold, and she was carrying a cake in her hand. Mom had gone to buy a cake for me. Before I could say anything, my mom said, "Happy Birthday! Daughter, this is my birthday present for you, let's eat it together later." Hearing this, I didn't know what to say for a moment. I followed my mom's words and opened the box of the cake. When I opened the box, it brightened my eyes, there was a line written on the top of the cake: Happy Birthday! I was touched by this line. We gathered around, accompanied by mom and dad's song,, I finished my wish. The moment I blew out the candles, tears streamed down my cheeks and the back of my hand without my realizing it. That night the weather was very cold, but our family did not feel the slightest, only warmth around every corner of my house, only happiness surrounded us.

Mom, you let me experience the selfless love of mother, thank you!