My mother's composition in Grade One is 1. What a kind name. When I was born, my mother suffered unimaginable pain. When I first learned to speak, my first name was "Mom".
My mother is a hardworking and kind farmer; There are no beautiful clothes, no gorgeous language and no beautiful young mother in the city. However, I love my mother. She is the most important thing in my life.
I live in a remote rural family. My mother was tortured by illness when she was very young, and my father owed foreign debts. So our life has been very poor. My mother is a hardworking and kind housewife. She works day and night, watching her busy figure in the kitchen all day, and tears of gratitude flow from her eyes to my young heart.
I remember when I was very young, the countryside was very backward, and there were frequent power outages. It was rare to turn on the lights for a few days all year round. My mother will light kerosene lamps and mend my clothes. Get up before dawn every day to do farm work, and the stars come back in the blink of an eye. But she didn't complain. She gave us all her love. But I can't bear to add half a dress or have a good meal. Always leave us the best clothes and the best food.
On one occasion, my mother and I had a heated argument because of trivial matters in life. My mother's face is very ugly In a rage, I slammed the door and left my mother alone in the house. In the evening, when I went home hungry, my mood was terrible. I think my mother doesn't love me anymore. When I got to my door, I found the door unlocked. I opened the door nervously and saw my mother sitting anxiously in the chair. "You come back? Go and eat! " The familiar voice made me feel a warm current. My mother hasn't closed the door and has been anxiously waiting for me to come back. I tried my best to control my tears, because I felt maternal love again.
Mother, it's you, carrying me through the muddy country road; You raised me with those hard-working big hands; You taught me to be a man and be kind. When I think about all this, tears are already in my eyes, and I really have nothing to praise my mother. The relentless loss of time has carved the rings of time on the mother's face. My mother's hands were covered with calluses, and a few strands of silver were added to her dry brown hair, and her face was covered with wrinkles. Inadvertently, I suddenly felt that my mother was old, really old, and my eyes were blurred. But what can I give my mother?
Mom, you have given me so much that I can't repay you. On the eve of Mother's Day, I want to say to mothers all over the world, "You have worked hard, and we love you forever."
My mother's composition 2 in the first day of junior high school. Mother, a person who gives silently and asks for nothing in return.
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When I see other mothers on TV, they will fight to the death, sacrifice themselves and save their children. Can't help but admire. There is no greater love in the world than maternal love.
My mother has a pair of talking eyes, sometimes it makes people happy, sometimes it makes people sad, and sometimes it makes people afraid.
( 1)
My mother often tells me that our family is poor but we can't take other people's things. One sunny morning, I came to my cousin's house. My cousin is very happy. She took me out and told me about her life at school. Very interesting. I listened to her with relish. Before leaving, my cousin gave me a gift. I opened the box and saw that it was a white watch with some small crystals on it. This makes me like it very much. When I got home, my mother took my hand and said, "Where did you get it?" "My cousin sent it." My mother slapped me in the face and looked at me with frightened eyes. "Our family is poor, but we must be ambitious." The next day, I found a watch by the bed. Although not as beautiful as my cousin gave me, I like it very much.
(2)
I still remember one time, my mother and I quarreled because I asked my mother for five yuan to buy my favorite ruler, and my mother wouldn't give it to me. I was a little sad and ran out of the house in a rage. When it rains, I wear a thin T-shirt. This rain makes me tremble. I was about to knock at the door when I got home, but the door suddenly opened. My mother is wearing an umbrella and a raincoat. I got wet, so I hurried in to wipe my hair. "I don't have a mother, but my mother said," it's not that I'm not going to buy it for you. Your TV set is still good, but if it is good, why spend money on a new one? You should form a good habit. "Well, I nodded, ran up and hugged my mother, bowed my head and said," Mom, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be angry with you. "
My mother is a thrifty and principled person. I like this mom. The white hair on your head is white for my better life, and the wrinkles on your face are hard for me. Mom, I should repay you. Mom, thank you for raising me so much. I make you angry again and again. I'm sorry
Shakespeare said, "Motherly love is the greatest love in the world." This sentence is absolutely correct.
To tell the truth, my mother is a little out of tune. This directly or indirectly caused me to be a little out of tune.
Why do you say that? Because I have proof.
Evidence one, my name
My name is Kang Chen Xin. Everyone knows this, but I don't know the story behind my name.
1994 may 18, at eight o'clock in the morning, I landed quietly and was born, so the first question was the name.
Dad was full of blood and wanted to devote his life to national construction. So, when I saw that it was a man with a handle, I went to work happily.
Therefore, the important task of naming is handed over to my mother. But my mother graduated from science, so she is not very proficient in the art of this passage, plus "out of tune"
Throw me the dictionary and let me translate it myself. Anyway, my name is Kang, and I'm in charge. It's weird, too. Somehow, I just turned to the page of "Xin" and then to "Chen", so I called Kang.
Evidence 2, democratization
When I grow up, I will naturally come into contact with something, but I will naturally ask my parents if I have no experience. Dad is a "workaholic" and can't even catch a shadow. I can't help it Ask my mother. Mom's "out of tune" answer: "What do you think?"
Other people's mothers are full of care, but mine is full of connivance. So I've been an unruly wild horse since I was a child, and I can't stand any constraints.
When I was a child, I always bled and broke my leg and hand, and I was too lazy to tell my mother. Anyway, the answer is always the same-"What do you think?"
Evidence 3: Learning doesn't matter.
In primary school, the class teacher always praised those students whose books were signed by their parents, because it showed that their parents had checked them.
Every time I hear the teacher praise the parents of other students, it's always like this. I am the eyes of the white rabbit-jealousy.
There is a simple reason. Dad is a "workaholic" and is inherently unreliable. And mother always "look."
More times will naturally have the effect of "wolf coming". So, I can only be jealous for nothing.
Once upon a time, whenever I saw a mother and son in the street, I always thought of my "out of tune" mother.
Later, when my mind became rational, I understood the mystery.
Although my mother is out of tune, I have gained a lot, haven't I?
First of all, she is alone. She bears everything that people can bear and everything that people can't bear.
Secondly, she is a woman, but she didn't get the happiness and dependence that women deserve, only betrayal.
Besides, she is a teacher. She has done all the duties of a teacher. As a teacher, she is very successful.
Finally, she is a mother. She overdid the role. From her mother's point of view, she is a failure.
She is my mother, a woman who deserves what she deserves. What you see about her is often full of energy, high spirits and even a little proud. Therefore, she never exposes her weakness, bears physical and mental pain with her thin trunk, and often sees her in a daze. It was that she comforted her pain with her heart and drove away her sad past bit by bit, but she was different from other strong women. She loves to cry and will only complain to me in front of me. Seriously, it's annoying. I quarreled with her the other day, and she said that you will be bitter when you grow up. I replied, I only know why you are suffering. She must be very sad to say that. Really, she has a bad personality. There is nothing wrong with others. She can talk about you all day, make your stomach ache, and be angry with her. She should be suspicious and heavy, but she is a Chinese teacher. It doesn't make any sense. She can also talk about it, first doubt, then guess, then draw a conclusion, never listen to explanations, and believe that she is right. Finally, she will bring a towel to wipe the tears from my eyes. In fact, I know that I should bear it, but I can't bear it yet. It's time to study.
I don't want to say more about marriage, but the biggest mistake in her life was choosing my father. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but it is.
Although she is nearly 40 years old, she is still young and beautiful.
Teachers are her innate ability. According to her, the classes she teaches are either NO 1 or NO2, and she always seems indifferent. But one year, she really lost, but she studied all the holiday. Like a child.
She likes to live in the present. If anyone praises her, let me know as soon as she gets home.
I have a complete memory of her, but after all, her literary talent is not enough, her writing is fragmentary, and there are not many characteristics. But this is my mother.
My mother, my relatives.
My mother's composition 5 in grade one. My mother likes reading my composition best. My mother often says that I am the best gift from heaven, and it is because of my existence that she has worked hard for so many years without complaining.
My mother is a rural woman and has four brothers and sisters at home. She is the eldest sister, not the hardest and hardest. She has been busy helping her family since she was sensible. Go out early and come back late, mow the grass for livestock. Besides cleaning the house and taking care of my brothers and sisters. In our small family, she also has endless things to do.
My mother looks sloppy, but she has a good control over me. My mother likes reading very much, but because she can't afford to go to school at home, she places all her hopes on me. When I did badly in the exam, she never blamed me or scolded me. Just sitting there ignoring me made me sad and uneasy, and I went to the study to analyze my mistakes. When I didn't go to dinner, she urged me several times and won't rush me again. And when I finished my work and prepared to eat, the food had been collected, and I was hungry all night. From now on, I won't delay eating any more.
Mother is very filial to her elders. As the saying goes, "the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult." However, over the years, my mother has never had an argument with her in-laws and sisters-in-law. When the two old people saw that everyone praised his daughter-in-law, she was closer than her own daughter, but I knew my mother's suffering. The old man is very strict, and his mother is cautious in everything. Every year she will visit her parents regularly and give them living expenses. When my grandparents come to play at home, she always tells me to be polite and give delicious food to my elders first.
A while ago, my mother was ill, weak and in the hospital. Just in time for my final exam. I walked out of the examination room and rushed to the hospital immediately. The usual heavy housework and work portrayed the wrinkles on her face, dyed her hair white and made her look haggard from a white and strong girl. My mother, lying in the hospital bed, smiled at me with a tear in her eyes. From that moment on, I knew it was my turn to take care of her! The vigil at night means that I pour tea, feed food and help change clothes ... a series of actions that I have never done before, which became unexpectedly fast that day.
A "Wandering Sons" tells the greatness and selflessness of maternal love for thousands of years. Our lives are all mothers', and maternal love always flows in our blood, which can never be adjusted. Sometimes mothers still care about their children, all the time.
This time, I am not a compliment. To tell the truth, understanding maternal love is a mature performance, because it shows that we have bid farewell to the naivety of pure courtship and can find the most ordinary and greatest love from our daily life. Maybe only in this way can we really love our mother.
My mother's sixth composition in Grade One is the same as my mother's. Short hair, tall and well-proportioned, taking care of children while going to work.
Mom is very strict. Once, I went out to play with my classmates. I promised my mother to go home for dinner at noon. Later, I not only didn't go home for dinner, but also went home much later than I agreed with my mother. My mother asked me as soon as she got off work, "When did you come back?" I recognized her anger, looked at her with a straight face, hesitated for a while, and finally told the truth. She shouted, "Come here!" These three words are cold and heartless, which makes my heart tremble. I went to her room, and she said, "You didn't say you would go out for dinner with your classmates today. Are you thinking, anyway, you are outside, and adults can't control you? " Her gentle tone could not contain her anger, and there was a mass of anger in her big eyes. "Are you afraid of adults don't agree? Do you think so? " She is impatient. "yes." I answered. "Finish your homework today, so you can't go out to play next time. You will make up for it. "
Mother is very filial to her elders. At home, I have never seen my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quarrel. She never talks back to my nanny and cares about her parents. Sometimes when my grandparents are not at home, my mother goes to clean my grandmother's house and often asks us to find the elderly.
Some time ago, my grandfather was hospitalized for surgery. My mother stayed with my grandfather until he woke up and didn't go home until the first morning and the second half afternoon. Although I am not in the hospital, I can imagine her pacing back and forth in front of the hospital operating room. When the door finally opened, she hurriedly asked the doctor, expecting the sentence "the operation was successful", and then she heaved a sigh and smiled. At night, she stayed at the bedside and pressed her hand against grandpa's wound as the doctor said. She yawned countless times, and her eyes were a little sore, but her hands kept pressing, pressing. ...
My mother is a simple and light woman. She never wears heavy makeup. I seldom saw her put on makeup before she got the job. Later, because of the hard work rules, she bought some simple cosmetics. My mother's cosmetics are very simple, and so is makeup. She didn't pay much attention. Once, I said to her, "Mom, let me buy you a lipstick." She smiled and said, "No, no, save your money. I don't need that thing. " Mother has a lot of jewels, but she doesn't wear them often. She didn't wear the silver bracelet I gave her. I carefully selected the jewelry box, which contained some coins, phone cards and nail clippers, but it was no big deal.
For fourteen years, my mother has always appeared in my life as hardworking, beautiful, filial, sensible and strict. She is an ordinary mother, taking care of her family in her own way, educating her children, and paying sweat and tears. If I have any achievements when I grow up, I will thank my pride-my mother.
My mother's composition Article 7 My mother is ordinary, but she is also great. She gave birth to me and taught me to be a man. I just think that as long as my mother is alive, the lyrics are right.
But what about me? Yes, I'm disappointed. I feel like I left after seeing my mother's back every time I was sent to school, yes! Study hard, I can't do such a simple thing.
On the morning of the third planet, yes, my mother and I had a fight. I felt wrong as soon as I went out. I shouldn't talk back, but my self-esteem zone made me admit my mistake. I remember that I was embarrassed because of my mother's wordiness, or because my mother sent me to school and was laughed at by my classmates?
The weather was fine at that time, which can be said to be the beginning of a sunny day. When I was hungry, I first thought of relying on my mother. At that time, I was very hungry Almost without paying for breakfast, I took the steamed stuffed bun and soybean milk from the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop. Yes, when the shopkeeper found out that I had finished breakfast, he was also very idle (because the steamed stuffed bun sold well and sold out at once, so the boss was still very idle). I saw him looking at me, and I stammered, can I give you the money this afternoon? I seem to have forgotten it.
The boss immediately came to the interest: Oh? Why don't you bring money? Say it and listen!
I said nervously to the shopkeeper at that time: Actually, I quarreled with my mother in the morning because I thought she was wordy ... (Because my mother usually brought me here for breakfast in the morning, I was very familiar with the shopkeeper, but I was still very nervous at that time)
The shopkeeper said with a smile, in fact, mom said she loves you. Who will say you if I don't love you?
I thought it was very reasonable at that time, so I went home to find my mother regardless of other things. My mother happened to go to the steamed stuffed bun shop (the owner of the shop called her after knowing it).
I didn't cry, just looked at my mother's wrinkled face. I looked down and said, mom, I was wrong!
Mom is very hard, so I wrote this composition for her!