1. My mother's composition is divided into three subtitles, which is unique.
Mother's love is like a stream, gurgling water, nourishing my heart. My mother's warm words, simple thoughts, and unpretentious actions all make my heart warm.
That time, my mother went to the street to buy clothes. She took 500 yuan with her when she went out. Because my mother is often reluctant to spend money to buy clothes for herself, she often comes home empty-handed. This time, before she went out, she vowed: "I will definitely buy some good clothes. It doesn't matter if they are expensive. I don't care about them." However, I still saw the unsteadiness in my mother's eyes. "Maybe mom still can't buy it back." I thought silently. Sure enough, she still didn't buy any clothes. This time, I could see from my mother’s words describing how beautiful the clothes were, from her cheerful expression, and from her tone of appreciation that she loved that down jacket. Even though she loved the down jacket so much, she still didn't buy it. Mom came back with a lot of rice, vegetables and daily necessities in both hands. I know that she is reluctant to buy clothes. What she is thinking about most is this family. Mom is a teacher and her school has started. She goes to school at 7:00 every day and doesn't get home until 12:00 noon. There was no rest time at noon and I left again at 1:20. I have to work overtime at night and often don't get back until after 6:00. The whole day's hard work caused my mother's cervical spondylosis to relapse. Whenever she lowered her head, she felt a burst of pain. Even though her father was sarcastic all day long and wanted to persuade her to rest, she still silently prepared lessons, wrote lesson plans, and packed materials. One day, I was already asleep, but for some reason, I suddenly woke up. I rubbed my eyes, I yawned and was about to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my mother was still sitting at the table, lowering her head and swiping her pen, writing and writing. I just wanted to persuade her to sleep, but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them again, and my eyes were covered with tears...
On Sunday, I was home alone. Thinking of my mother's hard work in running the house, I felt that I should do something for my mother. So, I picked up the kettle and boiled a pot of water, made another cup of tea, and waited for my mother to come back. After a while, I heard a gentle knock on the door and knew that my mother was back. I quickly picked up the tea cup and opened the door for my mother. As soon as my mother came in and was about to speak, I brought the tea. My mother was so moved that she was speechless. I am not moved when I think of how much my mother has done for me on weekdays. And I just made a cup of tea for my mother, and my mother was so moved that she was speechless. I felt a sense of guilt in my heart.
In the evening, my mother made me my favorite almond tea and almond bowl. Thinking of my mother running around on the street all day wearing high heels, her legs must be very sore and her feet hurt. But my mother still insisted on making me food with complicated processes, and I couldn't help but shed tears again... 2. Essay title about my mother
Chapter 2: I love my mother< /p>
I have a gentle mother. She has a pair of watery eyes, a not too high nose, a small mouth, a pair of thick eyebrows, and waterfall-like black hair.
Once, my mother got a disease called gallstones. My waist often hurts, so I went to the hospital for examination. After the examination, the doctor said that something in my stomach was gradually expanding. I didn't know what it was, so I needed to be hospitalized for observation. The doctor arranged my mother in a special ward, and the nurses took turns taking care of her. My mother was particularly touched. It was time for lunch, and the hospital meal hadn't been cooked yet. I was afraid that my mother would be hungry, so I said to her, "I'll buy you a box of lunch." After that, I hurriedly ran out. At that time, it happened to be a violent storm. I ran in the heavy rain for fear that the lunch boxes would be sold out. So, I worked harder and ran faster and faster, and finally reached the place where lunch boxes were sold. Only the last box was left. If I had been a minute later, someone else would have bought it. When I returned to the hospital, I handed the lunch box to my mother. My mother praised me for being a good boy, and then she wolfed it down.
The love I give to my mother does not need to be reciprocated by my mother. Love is powerful and is the greatest and most selfless thing in the world. I want to shout loudly: "Mom, I love you!"
Chapter 3: My mother
I have a kind mother. Next, let me use the "Language Camera" to take a picture of her!
She has big eyes and double eyelids. There is a stern mouth under the slightly raised nose bridge, and he is not tall. My mother’s hands are very rough because my father is away on a business trip and my mother does all the housework. For example: cleaning, washing clothes, etc., why don't her hands become rough? However, it doesn't matter if her hands are rough. When her hands gently caress me to sleep, they will also bring me warmth and let me gradually fall asleep.
Usually my mother is very concerned about my learning methods. No matter how busy I am, she will check my homework carefully, and she will patiently teach me questions that I don't know how to do. If I am sloppy in my homework, she will often remind me and ask me to be more careful. She comforted me: "Actually, you are quite good. If you get rid of this problem, you will be even better." After listening to my mother's words, I secretly made up my mind to correct this careless bad habit. During the summer vacation, my mother knew that I was tired from studying, so she took me on a trip to increase my knowledge. I learned a lot of knowledge outside.
Because I love my mother, I understand her. She cares about me meticulously. I am proud that I have a good mother.
Chapter 4: My mother
My mother is the most beautiful in my eyes. She is not tall and has a ponytail. Her mouth is small, her nose is neither high nor low, her eyes are dark and bright, and she looks energetic.
My mother has a bad temper. If I make a mistake, my mother gets angry. Once, I made a mistake in a math question, and my mother severely criticized me. Another time, I was playing with my brother and accidentally made him cry. My mother also criticized me and asked me to apologize to him.
My mother cares about me very much. The last time I was sick, my mother got up to give me medicine and take my temperature while I was sleeping. I want to repay my mother with my good grades.
My mother is a hard worker, working all day long. I do housework at home, teach children in kindergarten, and study by myself. It’s really too busy to be busy. But I am not relaxed at all about my 2 study. I have to check my homework and sign my name every day.
My mother doesn’t like to keep pets or watch TV. I read books whenever I have free time, and take me to the library every other week.
My mother likes to eat fish, so I say she is a little cat; my mother likes to chew bones, so I say she is a little black dog; my mother likes to eat pork, so I say she is a little tiger. Mom is not picky about food, I want to learn from her.
I think my mother is very good. I like my mother very much.
Chapter 5: My mother
My mother is the most beautiful in my eyes. She is not tall and has a ponytail. Her mouth is small, her nose is neither high nor low, her eyes are dark and bright, and she looks energetic. Mom has a very quick temper. If I make a mistake, my mother gets angry. Once, I made a mistake in a math question, and my mother severely criticized me. Another time, I was playing with my brother and accidentally made him cry. My mother also criticized me and asked me to apologize to him. My mother cares about me very much. The last time I was sick, my mother got up to give me medicine and take my temperature while I was sleeping. I want to repay my mother with my good grades. My mother is a hard worker, working all day long. I do housework at home, teach children in kindergarten, and study by myself. It’s really too busy to be busy. But he was not relaxed about my studies at all. He had to check my homework and sign my names every day. My mother doesn’t like to keep pets or watch TV. I read books whenever I have free time, and take me to the library every other week. My mother likes to eat fish, so I say she is a kitten; my mother likes to chew bones, so I say she is a little black dog; my mother likes to eat pork, so I say she is a little tiger. Mom is not picky about food, I want to learn from her. I think my mother is very good and I like her very much. 3. Write an essay, the topic is how to write my mother
My mother is not very tall, has long hair, bright eyes, and always smiles at people. My mother is very kind to me. Strict, when she sees me playing without finishing my homework, her face immediately changes from sunny to cloudy, and I have to do my homework quickly. When she sees that I do a good job in my homework, she will praise me.
< p> Once, when I came home from school, I went to play on the computer without doing my homework. As soon as my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework. I said I did, and went to play on the computer again. Who knew that my mother asked me to do my homework? I took it out for her to check. I didn’t know what to do for a while. When my mother saw me, she understood everything. She called me to her side and said, "Son, your main task now is to study. Finish your homework first and then do it." "Others." I hurried to do it, wrote it carelessly, and went to play on the computer again. Unexpectedly, my mother quietly looked at my homework and said, "Come here and rewrite it!" I was very unhappy, but my mother still did it! I was asked to rewrite. After a while, my mother came over and took a look. She saw that my handwriting was much better than the original one. She said happily: "If you get serious, your writing is still pretty good!" I listened to my heart. Very happy.This is my mother, a good mother who cares about me and is strict with me. 4. Write an essay title about your mother
I have a mother who is ingenious, gentle and considerate. She has short black hair, a pair of big watery eyes embedded under her moon-shaped eyebrows, a straight nose, a small cherry mouth that can talk, and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. These dexterous hands wash my clothes, fold quilts, and cook for me every day... They always care about me and this family. I love my wonderful mother!
My mother is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself based on my performance. When my test scores are excellent, my mother's face will show a smile as bright as the sun; when I do my homework carelessly, my mother will get angry and start a storm; when I waste time doing some boring things When things happen, my mother will nag like a continuous drizzle, talking endlessly... But, I know that my mother is good for me and she loves me.
I remember one time, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this time, I didn't know what I stepped on. My feet slipped and I fell down. When I immediately got up from the ground, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I was so sad that I couldn't bear to throw away these pants.
Mom, what a resounding name.
How many days and nights my mother has been with me and protected me; how many days and nights my mother has been worried about my tomorrow; how many days and nights my mother has cared for me and cared about me with her loving eyes ...Seeing that there are a few more silver threads on your head, I want to say: "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you! 5. Write a character description essay, title: My Mom, 450-500 words
Maternal love is the most holy emotion in the world.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer..." Maternal love is great and selfless. Remember the infinite love of mothers to their sons in Gorky's works. Love has no regrets even in the face of death. I still remember Paul’s mother’s thoughtfulness and care for her two sons. I still remember the fact that the mother wolf threw herself at the gun to protect the cub... Then there is the story of the sister in front of me as an ordinary mother who can't help but miss her son who is in college.
I went to visit my sister at her home on Sundays and saw her eyes were red. After asking about the situation, I found out that I was missing my son and came up with the problem:
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my son who went to college outside called me and said that he missed his mother and asked his mother to watch him online. As a result, his mother watched him. When it comes to her son, who has been away from home for a month, he excitedly talks about all the beauty of the university campus and his deep longing for his mother. The mother here is still smiling and handsome when she sees her departed son. It stands to reason that her sister should be. I felt relieved and relieved. The son left his mother and lived a good life, which proved that he had grown up. The purpose of letting the mother see him was also to reassure the mother. Unexpectedly, the mother could not control herself when she saw her son in the video. Tears fell like rain, and I was so sobbing that I couldn't speak. Fortunately, my son couldn't see his mother (because there was no video on the computer here). From that day on, my sister's health started to go wrong:
I cry uncontrollably every day, especially when I enter my son's room and see his belongings. I feel like grass has grown in my heart, and I can't make up my mind about anything. I feel empty, inexplicable loss and emptiness. This situation will get better if you leave your own home and go to other people's homes, so my sister tries not to stay at home. Sometimes when she is in a serious mood, she will go shopping slowly and aimlessly, get on the train, ride two stops, and then come back. In short, that's it. I felt restless and restless. My sister also felt strange that she didn't feel like this when her son just left. Is this a disease? I told her that it was clearly because you cared about and missed your son too much. At first you sent your son to school and made arrangements for your son's admission. When you came back, you were so excited that you introduced us to your son's university situation. Now the memory in your heart is gradually fading, and new thoughts are coming. It will naturally fill up my heart, mainly because you have taken so good care of him since he was a child, and you are worried about it. My words have brought back my sister's deep memories:
< p> When Sheng was a child, he was as thin as a kitten. He had bad gastrointestinal problems and had difficulty eating. He didn't go to the hospital for two weeks, and he went to the hospital early for three weeks. He gave a lot of money to the hospital. Due to poor health, he often skipped classes, and did not lay a good foundation. He was not admitted to a key high school. For his future, I saved money and gave him money to go to a key high school. The child is still very strong. After entering high school , very hard, and had to study at 11:00 every night. Although I was very busy at work during the day and very tired, I had to accompany him and take care of him every night. Let him eat outside for lunch, but this child is used to the food I cook, so he has to bring food, so I have to buy an insulated lunch box and prepare it every night, and put it in the lunch box after cooking it the next morning , I don’t worry even if I keep him warm, I wrap it up with a heating pad, load it with fresh milk, fruits, etc., and take it with me for fear that he will be hungry after school... Despite this, I am very tired, but I am very tired. Fulfillment, I really hope he can be by my side now and take care of him like this again. Speaking of this, my sister kept crying again.Sister, you have said so much. In fact, you are concerned about your son and worry about his various situations outside. But I think the child is already an adult, and his ability to deal with the world and take care of himself should be very strong. You will think about things more thoughtfully and carefully, and there should be no problems or problems. Although he leaves you now to study and further his studies, it is for his future survival and for his future, so that his children can have a bright future. It's your blessing. When he succeeds in the future, you will feel relieved about today's parting. After listening to my words, my sister seems to be more stable.
I pity the hearts of parents all over the world. I hope that all the children in the world will go well outside, be safe and happy, healthy and happy, and succeed in their studies. I also hope that the parents of their children can rest assured that your children have grown up after leaving home. Let Children can have their own piece of blue sky without worries.
Mother’s love is invincible! ! ! ! ! 6. Essay (30 points) Topic: I have such a good one
Short analysis of the test question: This is a typical essay about writing about people. The test is not difficult, and the title is "good".
No matter who you write about, you must base your thoughts on the word "good". What is "good"? It's definitely not looks or anything like that.
The relationship between people and the outside world is nothing more than the relationship with family and society. Society can be divided into working environment and living environment. At home, it is "good" to care about family members; in the workplace, it is "good" to fulfill one's duties; in the community, it is "good" to be enthusiastic and helpful to others.
This "good" is of course related to the person's identity. Parents, respecting the elderly and caring for children are "good"; teachers, having unique teaching methods and caring for students are "good", being partners, cherishing friendship, and mutual respect Helping is "good", being a neighbor, regardless of gains and losses, getting along in harmony is "good". In short, we must seize the word "good" to write about people, describe his "good" words and deeds, highlight his good thoughts and sentiments, and shape him The image of a "good guy". Comment: Judging from the title, this essay is easy to write and the requirements are simple. However, the easier the essay is to write, the more difficult it is to write well. It is difficult to come up with something new and it is easy to become cliche.
When writing about people, of course you must express the image of the character, and use a variety of methods of describing characters to express some of his unique aspects and give people a distinct impression. To write this type of article well, you need to do a few things. First, the examples you write should be specific and can highlight a certain aspect of the character's characteristics, personality, or spiritual quality, so that the content of the article can be enriched; second, you must There are rich detailed descriptions, the characters' subtle movements, subtle expressions, and subtle psychological activities. The details are vivid and rich, and the characters are vivid. Third, you must write out your own feelings. You cannot just describe the characters objectively, but you must integrate your own feelings. Emotion, observation and description with emotion will make the article lively and arouse the excitement of readers. The characters not only live in their own hearts, but also in the hearts of readers. 7. Write an essay with a title of "My Mother" of more than 600 words, and Qiuxueba will answer it
I have a hard-working and kind-hearted mother.
He is not tall, with a pair of medium-sized eyes full of expectation for me. He has two eyebrows, a flat nose, and two thin lips. I saw my mother’s kind face.
In my mind, my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always has that confident and strong smile. After her mother was laid off, she did not stay at home, but found another new job. She left early and came back late every day. No matter it was severe cold or hot, he never complained about being tired, and he went to work as usual even on holidays. Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never takes a break. To me, she seems like a robot, never tired.
One day, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw that the kitchen light was still on, so I walked over with my sleepy eyes. It turned out to be my mother. She was still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but very laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, and shaking. From time to time, she used her arm to wipe her forehead, which was shining with teardrops. I was stunned. This was the first time I saw my mother working so hard. I thought to myself, does he work like this every night? I feel a little uncomfortable when I think of this: After a tiring day, my mother still has to wash my clothes until midnight when she gets home. It would be great if my mother could go to bed early. I made up my mind to wear cleaner clothes in the future, so that I could reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I walked over and said, "Mom, go to bed quickly. I have to go to work tomorrow. I will definitely wear cleaner clothes from now on." My mother looked back at me and said, "My child, it's too late for torture, so hurry up." Go to sleep." Then she smiled so kindly, as if she was not tired at all. It also seems that Tazai is pleased with my growth.
Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No. 2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily and heartily. In the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the World Expo. In the past, I had visited several places more or less during my spring outings, but as for my mother, she had never been anywhere and was always busy. This is her first time out for fun. At that moment, he released all the pressure and grievances he had accumulated over the years. She was having so much fun and laughing so heartily.
This is my mother. Her weather-beaten face always has such a kind and strong smile. From childhood to now, it has always been my mother who has inspired me. She has taught me to dare to play in the world without God mode, which is impossible. It is also her smile that has built up my confidence and allowed me to move forward bravely.
This is my mother, a strong and great mother.
I love my mother. 8. The essay title "My Mother" has about 450 words. Urgent
Night falls quietly, and the messenger of night puts black clothes on the blue sky. At this time, I was quietly listening to the long-lasting song by myself. Suddenly a familiar prelude made me stretch my ears. I only heard the sweet singing voice coming from the tape recorder: "When I wake up from my sleep in the hospital bed, I will see my mother's caressing eyes; when I...", "What a kind song!" , I couldn't help but admire, my mother's affectionate eyes appeared in front of me again.
I have seen many pairs of eyes, some big, some small, some kind, some ugly.... Among so many eyes, my mother’s eyes were not beautiful. Two of her eyes were sunken deeply due to overwork, and their eyes were bloodshot. However, only my mother’s eyes have always been deeply imprinted in my heart, because my mother’s eyes are loving.
I remember one time I was sick, and the piano exam happened to be taking place in a few days. I was so anxious that tears welled up in my eyes. My mother looked at me with caressing eyes and said, "Chen Shuo, you As long as you practice well, whether you are sick or not, I believe you will be able to play well."
After hearing what my mother said, I started practicing hard. But on the day of the exam, when I saw the judges’ stern eyes and my lack of confidence, my hands began to tremble slightly. At this time, I thought of my mother's encouraging eyes, and I secretly cheered for myself: "Where there is a will, there is a way. Chen Shuo, you can definitely do it." After I calmed down and got lucky, I started playing the piano with all my concentration. Song after song, when I pressed the last note, I found a satisfied smile on the judges' faces. I breathed a long sigh of relief and ran out of the hall. I saw my mother standing outside the hall door, looking into the hall from time to time. My mother's eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness. I laughed and thought: "It turns out that my mother is more nervous than me." In that exam, thanks to my mother's help, I achieved very good results.
Ah! , mother’s eyes. When I do something wrong, my mother's eyes are full of anxiety; when I get good grades, my mother's eyes are full of relief; when I encounter difficulties, my mother's eyes are full of encouragement. On the road of life, my mother's eyes have given me a lot of strength. Although they cannot speak, they are worth a thousand words!
Thinking of this, my heart surged again, and the euphemistic singing sounded in my ears again: "Mom's eyes are a bright light in my heart...". 9. Essay titles about mothers
"My Good Mother", "Mother's Love"
"Thanks to Mother"
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on a wanderer's body . Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." This poem not only explains the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises the mother's greatness.
When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me food, my mother taught me how to wear clothes, my mother taught me how to write my name... My mother is omnipotent and great.
I am growing up day by day, but I don’t know why. My mother’s kind smile is no longer common, and is often replaced by a stern face. The only things that accompany me every day are my desk, lamp and countless exercises. "Doesn't my mother love me anymore?" I came up with this thought again and again and denied it again and again. I remember my mother teaching me to write and recite poems when I was a child, washing my clothes in the cold winter, and tidying my room in the hot summer... One day when I was eight years old, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was pouring rain, lightning and thunder outside. I suddenly developed a high fever, and my father was not at home. My mother looked at me, then looked out the window, carefully put a raincoat on me, and resolutely carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. I lay on my mother's back and clearly heard her rapid breathing. My heart was about to break. I said, "Mom, let me come down and walk by myself!" My mother replied resolutely, "How can that be done? You have a high fever, how can you walk in the rain? Put on your raincoat tightly, Stop getting wet." My eyes couldn't help but moisten. It was raining and the road was slippery. My mother tilted and almost fell. After she stood firm, she asked me eagerly: "Are you okay?" I said: "It's okay!" My mother breathed a long sigh of relief and said with relief: "That's good, that's it." Just like that, my mother carried me to the hospital with a deep kick and a shallow kick.
Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase nutrition for me. The braised lion head is full of color and flavor, the crispy and tender sweet and sour pork ribs, the spicy and tempting spicy chicken; my mother also makes glutinous and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge... Many classmates have eaten the dishes cooked by their mother, and they are all envious of them. I have a good mother who is very good at cooking, which makes me very proud. My mother is very hard-working: she starts cooking without taking a break after work; after eating, she is busy doing housework. When I go to help my mother with housework, my mother always asks me: "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finish my homework will my mother let me help her with housework.
My mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example: When registering for the National Music Examination this year, I applied for the Guzheng Amateur Level 6. Because the level is high, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I was too playful to play the piano. When my mother found out, she was very angry and started to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Level 6, not Level 2 anymore. It's time to spend more time playing the piano. After playing the piano, I won't go out to play anymore." Okay? ..." After listening to my mother's words, I was no longer playful. After hard work, I finally obtained the Level 6 Guzheng certificate, and the smile on my mother’s face was so bright.
There are countless things my mother “nags” about. Sometimes it’s caused by my playfulness, sometimes it’s caused by my improper handwriting, sometimes it’s caused by my unsatisfactory test scores... But I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for her "nagging". Because of this "nagging", I am who I am today.
My mother’s meticulous care for me is just like the kindness the spring sunshine gives to the grass. I will never be able to repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea!