In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Here is the essay about people I compiled for you: My mother, for reference only, I hope it can help everyone. Personal composition: My mother 1
My mother is not tall and thin, with short hair that looks energetic and neat, and a pair of round, big eyes that are bright and beautiful.
My mother loves cleanliness very much. She cleans the house every day so that the windows are bright and spotless.
My mother also loves stinky beauty. At home, I often look in front of the mirror and try on clothes one after another. When my father saw it, he would jokingly say: "Little old lady, stop taking pictures, it's always like that no matter what!" At this time, my mother would glare at him with her eyes, and I would secretly laugh on the side.
Although my mother is not tall, her voice is very loud when she loses her temper. Whenever I made a typo, wrote the wrong question, or was careless in my studies, my mother would scold me loudly and look like a big tiger when she got angry. Although my mother was a little strict with me, I knew it was all for my own good and hoped that I could study seriously and carefully.
In addition to being strict with me in studies, my mother is actually very gentle at ordinary times. Every morning, my mother always calls me: "Baby, wake up!" Then she kisses me on the left and right side of my face, treating me like a baby.
It is said that maternal love is selfless. I remember one time, I suddenly had a high fever at night. There was no antipyretic medicine at home. My mother was very anxious and wanted to call my sleeping father to buy medicine, but she couldn't bear to wake him up who worked hard every day. I quietly went to buy it by myself, but the pharmacies were closed at night, so my mother had to come back and wipe my body with a wet towel to reduce the fever. She stayed up all night and sent me to the hospital at dawn. Later, I heard my father say: "Mom is very timid and is most afraid of walking at night, but for you, she is not afraid of anything." I couldn't help but sigh that maternal love is so great.
Thank you, mom, for taking such good care of me! From now on, I will be a good child who knows how to be filial to my parents. Writing essay: My mother 2
Every child’s mother is different. Some mothers are gentle, some mothers are strict, and some mothers are kind, but I believe that all mothers have it. A unique characteristic - that is, they always talk about "hurry up". My mother is like this too.
In the morning, when I was sleeping soundly, I was woken up by a familiar voice. My mother said anxiously: "Sleepies, get up quickly, you will be late for school soon!" I got up sleepily, sat on the bed with disheveled hair and fell into a daze. At this time, my mother hurried over, put her hands on her waist, and shouted sternly: "Why are you still dazed? Get up quickly, wash your face, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, read in the morning..." I reluctantly responded to my mother's various "hurry up" sounds. busy in. In just one hour, I actually did so many things.
After school, I thought I could relax and chat with my mother. As a result, as soon as I walked out of the school gate, my mother pulled me over and ran home like a hot wheel. As soon as I got home, my mother locked me in the room and said sternly: "Hurry up and do your homework! You can only play after you finish your homework!" After a while, my mother came back to inspect and shouted: "Stop being in a daze, hurry up and write." Homework!" I raised my head and said aggrievedly: "Mom, don't rush me anymore, I'm thinking about the problem." Then my mother left my room. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the living room: "Hurry up and see if your girl is sitting well and whether she has finished her homework..." Dad walked into my room helplessly, and our eyes met. We really had the same problem!
This is my "hurry up" mother. My mother always says that I am as slow as a snail. Sometimes I get upset about my mother’s nagging, but I know that my mother is doing it for my own good and hopes that I will cherish my time. Mom, please believe me, even if you say less "hurry up", I can learn to manage my time well. Personal composition: My mother 3
My mother is the gentlest to me. No matter what problems I encounter, she will always be by my side to solve them together.
Her lips are very red and she doesn’t even need to put on lipstick. The hair is very thick, black and shiny. My mother's clothes are also very simple. She likes to wear brown on the upper body and black on the lower body. Her eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, full of hope. My mother is not very good-looking, but she has a warm heart.
On Saturday morning, my mother gave me a difficult Chinese language exercise question called Four-Word Solitaire. My mother who was watching TV came over and said with a smile: "What's wrong?" I replied unhappily: "Mom, can you tell me about this iron you gave me?" My mother smiled and said: "Of course That’s it.” I couldn’t be happier. I listened and observed carefully. My mother was very cute when she was talking about the topic. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes were like blinking stars, her cheeks were like crimson clouds, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were like blooming flowers. .
My mother bent down and explained it to me patiently, over and over again without any trouble, just like a hard-working gardener, caring for me. After my mother explained this question to me, I could watch TV with peace of mind. Thinking: "Mom, I will work hard and won't let you worry too much about me."
I love you, my mother. Writing composition: My mother 4
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a mother's child is like a treasure." Like this song, I also have such a mother.
My mother is 35 years old, 1.65 cm tall and weighs 45 kg. She has jet black hair, a pair of calloused hands from working day and night for me, a pair of skinned feet from running around day and night...
My mother loves me very much. I remember one time, my composition was praised by the teacher. The teacher asked me to send the composition to his email. Logically speaking, I have QQ and have become friends with the teacher, so I should type it myself and send it to the teacher. But because I type very slowly, my mother always blames me for typing. After typing, I said "Thank you" to her, but my mother replied: "There is no need to say thank you for this little thing, as long as it allows you to study well, that's it."
In the final exam of last semester , I broke the record for the lowest score in Chinese due to various reasons. When I got home, I came to my mother restlessly and told her about my low score.
My mother replied: "It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the Chinese exam. Study hard next semester and you will definitely do well in the exam. Come on!" I listened and felt my mother's love for me.
This is my mother. She is like a candle that lights me up and extinguishes myself. I love her! Writing essay: My mother 5
My mother is a People's police, she loves this profession very much.
When I usually go to work, my mother always wears a t-shirt and ties her hair up high. But my mother loves beauty very much. She will put on beautiful clothes and make her hair fashionable on weekends or holidays. hairstyle. My mother is usually very busy at work and has to deal with a lot of official documents every day. Sometimes she even has to work overtime and has no time to rest. However, my mother had no complaints and always tried her best to do her job very well. She was rated as the leader of the unit every year.
I remember one time, my mother’s work unit was about to organize a business exam, and I fell ill again, so I had to be given an intravenous drip in the hospital. My mother took care of me while squeezing in time to read. Despite this, my mother still achieved excellent results. I still remember one morning last winter, I was studying in the classroom. The weather suddenly changed. It snowed like goose feathers outside. The cold weather almost turned me into a "snowman". I thought to myself: What should I do? When I was anxious, my mother appeared in front of me and gave me a down jacket. I immediately felt very warm, and the cold winter was forgotten by me.
My mother is also a "cleaner". She loves to work and always keeps the house spotless and washes my dirty clothes.
This is my mother, I love her, and she loves me. Personal composition: My mother 6
Don’t you think it’s incredible to associate the love of meat with a slim and beautiful lady? But my mother is a special case.
My mother loves meat very much. She likes to eat all kinds of meat. In her own words, pork, beef, chicken, duck, and fish are all delicious as long as they are edible.
She even likes to eat meat. When she eats rice, she likes meat rice, when she eats pancakes, she likes meat patties, when she eats noodles, she likes shredded pork noodles, and when she eats porridge, she likes lean meat porridge, or grandma would say she is a carnivore!
My mother seems to be addicted to eating meat. She feels uncomfortable if she doesn’t eat meat for a day. One day, there was no meat at home, and there was no meat star in the meal that day. At night, she turned over and over but couldn't fall asleep. Later, she got up and went to the restaurant for a walk. She ate two small bags of beer mushroom fish that her grandfather bought from a trip, and then went to bed with satisfaction.
Because my mother loves to eat meat, she also loves to cook meat. Shredded pork with Beijing sauce, boiled pork slices, braised beef, sweet and sour pork loin, and peppercorn pork are all her specialties, and she eats the most every time.
My mother loves to eat meat, and meat seems to have fallen in love with her. Eating meat makes her immune system strong and she rarely catches a cold throughout the year. Eating meat has not affected her skin, which is white, tender and smooth, and she looks several years younger than her peers. The most important thing is that eating meat has not made her fat. She is 164 centimeters tall and less than 90 pounds. She is lighter than the heaviest girl in our class. I can pick her up and keep her feet off the ground for three minutes.
Sometimes I wonder, why is my mother so skinny even though she loves meat so much? Could it be that she has some special power and her ability to digest meat is many times better than others? Or is there a micro-robot in her body, and when she eats meat, it is immediately disposed of by the robot? ah! This is a much harder riddle than chocolate fever!
My mother loves to eat meat, so my father and I allow her to eat it. What if we don’t let her eat meat or let her eat less meat? What will happen if she becomes even thinner? Personal composition: My mother 7
My mother is 32 years old this year. She has a round face, big eyes, and a medium build. In my eyes, my mother is a person who teaches her children well.
When it comes to teaching children well, we have to start with that incident. It was last fall. In an exam, I ranked 48th in the class. The teacher called my mother to school. I was very scared, thinking that my mother would definitely beat me when she came back.
However, my mother did not hit me when she came back. Instead, she gently said to me: "My child, I saw you got 9 little red flowers in the class. It means that you usually work very hard and failed the exam once." Being good doesn't mean anything, as long as you keep working hard I believe you will get good results."
After listening to this, I shed tears of emotion and made up my mind to study hard.
In life, my mother often teaches me. Once my mother and I were walking home, and I threw away the waste paper in my hand. My mother saw it and said to me: "Child, you shouldn't throw garbage everywhere."
I didn't care. Asked the topic: "Isn't it just a piece of paper? It's no big deal!" My mother said the topic seriously: "Would you feel comfortable if there were garbage everywhere in our house?" I shook my head.
My mother said the topic again: "The living environment is ours. If everyone doesn't cherish it, it will be like garbage everywhere in the house." I listened and picked it up quietly. The paper was thrown into the trash can next to it. My mother looked at it with a satisfied smile.
This is my mother. Although she does not have a beautiful appearance or an impressive job, she is a good role model in my life. I love my mother! Personal composition: My mother 8
I have a mother who is hardworking, kind and conscientious. I love her very much.
She has short hair that reaches her ears and is dyed brown. A pair of big black pearl-like eyes and a eloquent mouth. The round apple always has a sweet smile on its face.
My mother is very hardworking. Every morning, when I was still sleeping, my mother got up early and prepared a delicious breakfast for the whole family. She is even more agile in doing housework. When she sees a lot of dust on the floor at home, she will pick up the mop and mop it up. In no time, the house will be clean and spotless.
Mom is not only serious about housework, but also serious about everything she does. In order to take an exam, she went to work during the day and read late at night. Once, I got up to go to the bathroom at night and saw my mother reading a book under a bright light. The book was filled with marks of various colors, and the thick book was already wrinkled by her flipping through it. When I passed behind her, she didn't even notice. All the hard work paid off, and finally my mother passed the exam successfully.
My mother is my role model. Seeing how serious she is, I secretly told myself: "I must study hard and do everything seriously like my mother."
I love my mother very much. If I were to give her a score, I would definitely give her a huge 100 points. Writing essay: My mother 9
My mother is very gentle, but sometimes she is like a tigress. You know why I say that? See below.
One time, as soon as I got home, I went to play with my good friends. When I got home, I finished my homework and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, my mother looked at me angrily. I didn't know what was going on at first. When my mother saw me dumbfounded, she immediately got angry and said loudly: "You went to bed without taking a shower at night. Really, remember this in the future." In fact, this kind of thing doesn't happen just once or twice.
Of course, mother also has a gentle side. Once I scored 98.5 in the Chinese mid-term exam, my mother said happily: "Baby, do you want a prize?" I was immediately elated: "Yes!"
These are the two things that impressed me the most, and they are The two times that made me feel the deepest love from my mother!
Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Hey! Who can know the mother's good intentions? As children, we ask our parents for this or that, but what do our parents ask for from us? Our mother remembers to celebrate our birthdays, but we don’t know how our parents feel. Mother saves this and that for us all day long and buys food for us, but we don’t know how to buy something for our mother. These are the biggest shortcomings of every child, including me.
Mother shines on us with warm sunshine. When we grow up, don’t forget to give mother a warm hug...
Mother protects us with her tall body. These little birds, when we fly in the blue sky, don’t forget to give our mother a deep kiss! Writing composition: My mother 10
My mother has black hair and curved eyebrows . A pair of bright eyes, a garlic nose, and a eloquent mouth.
One time, I ate too many snacks, and that night I had a high fever. My mother and father drove me to the hospital in Murakami to see a doctor. I took medicine and an injection, but I The fever still didn't subside, so my mother and father drove overnight to take me to Jinggu Hospital for a check-up. We went there for four or five days. I recovered from my illness, and my mother was too tired to lie on the bed and couldn't get up.
My mother’s pocket is a treasure chest. Like a magician, my mother often conjures a lot of delicious food from her pocket. Sometimes it’s two biscuits, sometimes it’s two fruits, sometimes it’s two candies, etc. wait. Mom has good cooking skills, including spicy fish and crab, cakes, potato chips, braised eggs and braised chicken feet.
Sometimes my mother is gentle, sometimes she is irritable. When she is gentle, she will take us out to play games with us, and tell us stories. When she is irritable, she will scold us and hit us. For example, once, Mom said she was going out to buy groceries and asked us to do our homework at home. After she said that, she left. When there was no one around, I turned on the TV and watched it. My sister and I watched it with relish until we heard the door ring, and then we hurriedly turned it off. After I dropped the TV, my mother checked my homework as soon as I came in. That day, when she found out that I was busy watching TV and forgot to do my homework, she threw my homework book out the door and asked me to go out and wander. My mother's harsh criticism scared my sister and I to tears. Later, my mother told us that we should not be careless in our studies. If we don't work hard when we are young, we will regret it when we are old. Only by learning all the lessons honestly can we be successful when we grow up.
After listening to my mother’s words, I understood that no matter whether she beats us or scolds us, she is always good to us. I must remember my mother's teachings and study hard.
This is my eloquent mother, I love you, mother! Writing composition: My mother 11
My mother, an ordinary and great mother, she is a An elegant little flower always blooms in my heart.
I remember one night, I also felt a headache. My mother touched my forehead and it was hot. When I took the temperature, it was 39°! My mother was shocked and rushed me to the hospital. When he arrived at the door, he prepared to take a taxi, but there was no one, so he carried me and walked to the hospital. I originally didn't want him to hug me, but I had a terrible headache, so I had no choice but to let him hug me.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother took me to register first, and then sent me to the ward. Then she ran around asking for money and paying the bills. I felt really sad when I saw him: Isn’t he tired?
After he finished his work, he returned to the ward, and my mother gave me medicine again. After giving me medicine, she stayed by my side until I fell asleep.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mother sleeping on top of me. I patted her gently, and she raised her head. When I saw it, ah! Her eyes were filled with blood. At this time, my vision was blurred. Could it be that he stayed by my side all night? He didn't sleep well all night. Mom worked too hard, and I paid too much, but what about me? What have I done for him?
My mother is very ordinary and great. I feel happy to have such a mother. I love my mother. Writing essay: My mother 12
My mother is young and beautiful. She is slim and has long black hair hanging on her shoulders. Whenever she takes a light step, her long hair will naturally fall. Float. In my eyes, my mother is like a fairy from heaven. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her handsome nose, and the eyes flashing behind the lenses revealed wisdom and knowledge.
My mother works out of town, but she always cares about me. Every time I receive a call from her, my health and my studies are the topics we communicate with each other. She will be relieved to hear that I have not been sick recently; her voice will be full of excitement and excitement when she hears about my progress in learning. Although we are thousands of miles apart, my mother and I have the same heart.
Once, when my mother came back from a business trip, I encountered a fever. It was already late at night, and my anxious mother and grandfather took me to the Children's Hospital. Unfortunately, roads were being built near the Children's Hospital, so taxis couldn't go there. My mother and grandfather decisively decided to carry me to the hospital on their backs. I crawled feebly on my mother's shoulders, listening to my mother's breathing and smelling her sweat. A warm current surged into my heart, and tears flowed out uncontrollably. My mother heard my cry and said, "Kid, just hold on, the hospital will be here soon." She comforted me while speeding up her pace... Finally, the hospital arrived, and my mother sat on the bench for a long time. Slow down. After timely treatment by the doctor, I recovered in a few days.
In my mother, I saw great maternal love. Mother's love is like a long river. It is quiet and has slight ripples. It is clear and you can see the pebbles at the bottom of the river. It is gentle and slowly sends me forward. Writing essay: My mother 13
I have a strict mother. I am very afraid of her. Her mouth is a nagging mouth. She always says that she is doing it for my own good, but I I never understood her painstaking efforts.
One time I accidentally knocked down the milk and was scolded severely by her. From then on, I was cautious no matter what I did, fearing that I would do something wrong again.
Until one night, I went to bed first, and when I got up in a daze to go to the toilet, I saw a ray of light, and I saw my mother sitting at the table writing something. The night was very quiet, and I could only hear the sound of pen writing on paper. I walked in gently and saw that my mother was sitting at the table filling out a form for me. She was afraid of disturbing my sleep, so she only turned on a small desk lamp. Under the light, I saw that my mother's eyes were a little red, and her back seemed to be more bent. I knew that she was also tired.
My mother saw me, patted my face, and said: "Why are you awake? Go to bed quickly, I have to go to school tomorrow!" For some reason, my eyes were a little sore, my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't speak. Come, I lowered my head and said to my mother: "You should also go to bed early." I left my mother's room as if I was running away.
I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Many images kept flashing through my mind: Every morning, my mother got up very early to cook breakfast for me, and she often got burned accidentally and my fingers were cut by a knife. ; When I came back from get off work, my head hurt, but she still took me to play table tennis. When I got to the gym, my mother did not sit on the sofa to rest, but helped me pick up the balls; there were always some light dishes on the dining table, and she I like spicy food...
I seem to understand my mother's painstaking efforts. It is bitter on the inside and sweet on the outside like lotus seeds. I have to taste it carefully to understand the crisp, sweet and lasting meaning! Personal composition: My mother 14
My mother has a round face, big watery eyes, and curly brown hair. But my mother’s brown and curly hair are not natural, she got them at a hairdresser.
I heard my grandma say that my mother didn’t know how to do anything when she first met my father. This is really unbelievable, because now my mother can do almost everything - cooking, housework, and sometimes making some pasta, which makes my father feel inferior. It seems that she has really changed a lot for me.
Not only that, my mother also takes English, mathematics, Chinese and other courses. It is said that when she was in high school, she was always at the top of her grade in exams. But I don’t know if it’s true, because I also heard what she said. After all, it’s been so long and not many people will remember it. But sometimes when she encounters a topic that she doesn't know, she will search it on the Internet, and then explain it to me over and over again, patiently explaining to me why this step is done and how best to do that step.
My mother has paid so much for me, and I should repay my mother. So I studied hard in school and got good grades to make her happy. I also learned to do some simple housework and cooking to reduce my mother's burden when she was not at home. My mother works hard for me every day, and I must repay her when I grow up! Personal composition: My mother 15
My mother has short black and shiny hair, is very energetic, and has a pair of smiling eyes. Mom looks very ordinary, but I think she is extraordinary. Why is it unusual? Listen to me.
Do you believe that mom can do magic? Other children said that there is no Santa Claus in the world, but my mother can conjure up Santa Claus. On Christmas Eve, I hung my socks on the bedside and fell asleep sweetly. When I woke up the next day, wow! There is a beautifully wrapped gift bag next to the bed, which contains many gifts that I have dreamed of. I receive it every year, and the gift is full of mother's love. Do you think it's amazing?
My mother is still my good teacher and helpful friend. My mother didn't scold me when I didn't write well in compositions before. Instead, she took me to the city library every Saturday to read and study. There, I read many meaningful books and learned a lot of knowledge. I fell in love with reading, and my composition was slowly improving without even realizing it. Normally, my mother is as lively as a child and often plays brain teasers, flying chess, etc. with me.
My mother has a very gentle personality. My grandparents often praised my mother for being very sensible, and my grandfather also said that my mother was as filial as her own daughter. My mother also often teaches me to respect teachers and elders.
I am so lucky to have such an extraordinary mother!