I remember once, it was winter, and it was raining heavily outside. After coming home from school, I felt very tired, as if I had caught a cold. So I went to tell my mother. My mother, who was cooking, was very anxious and touched my forehead with her hand. Alas! Have a fever! At this time, my mother didn't say a word, so she quickly put down her work, put on her clothes and drove me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother was busy paying the registration fee. I sat in a chair and looked at my mother's busy figure. I felt that my mother was really hard and my nose was sore. When it was time for the injection, my heart was pounding with fear. When my mother saw it, she seemed to know my mind and touched it. . "I listen to my mother say so, the in the mind suddenly relaxed a lot. I grabbed my mother's hand with my hand, ah! My mother's hands are so cold, like snowballs. It turns out that my mother forgot to bring me gloves. I said to my mother affectionately, "mom, your hands are so cold!" "Is it cold?" When my mother heard this, she looked at me kindly and said with a smile, "Not cold, not cold. As long as you are good, my mother won't feel cold. . "Unconsciously, my * * * seems to have been bitten by a mosquito, and it's over. At this moment, I looked at my mother's kind face and suddenly felt the warmth of a mother's love, which is still there.
Like a warm current in my heart.
I am moved by the selflessness of maternal love. Until today, I really understood what Grandma Bing Xin said. Ah! That thick maternal love is as warm as spring and as delicate as a breeze blowing over the water. It is higher than the mountain, deeper than the water and longer than the sun and the moon. . I love my mother! involve
"In that remote mountain village, small mountain village ..." The song "Mother's Kiss" suddenly echoed in my ears, making my heart restless and reminding me of great maternal love.
When you are tired, maternal love is like a well on a farm. When you are weak, you only need a few drinks to feel refreshed. Motherly love is like a pair of hands when you are helpless. When you are at a loss, as long as you persist, all the difficulties will be solved. Motherly love is like the sunshine in winter. When you are cold and desperate, as long as you bathe in the warmth of this love, all the chill will disappear in an instant. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, quiet and quiet, elegant and light; Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and unforgettable; Motherly love is like a landscape painting, quiet and beautiful, quiet and elegant. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth; Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their sickbed; Motherly love is the yearning of children wandering around the world; Motherly love is a child's laughter all his life.
I praise maternal love. I praise maternal love, because it makes me thrive.
This is an autumn harvest season. When my mother helped my grandmother harvest the crops, she accidentally hurt her foot. She limped, limped, gritted her teeth at every step, and it was very difficult. One day at noon, I came home from school and found that there was no "good food" on the table as I expected. I was so angry that I kept whispering about my mother. Time goes by, it's time for me to go to school, but my mother hasn't come home to cook, and I'm in a hurry. At this moment, I only heard someone panting and running up the stairs. When I opened the door, I saw my mother. I really doubt if I heard wrong. How can I run when my mother's foot hurts like that? "alas! I changed some medicine just now, which was delayed for a while. Don't worry, I'll cook for you right away. " Mother's pale forehead was covered with sweat, gasping for breath and saying sorry. Look at the white socks she is wearing this morning. At this time, some irregular figures have been drawn by red blood. Tears suddenly blurred my eyes, and hot tears dripped on my hands, making me unable to move. I am eating the delicious food I have been waiting for for a long time. At this moment, the taste is so astringent that it has been astringent to the heart. My mother has been weakly urging: "Eat quickly and go to school, and I will cook something good for you when I get home at night."
As soon as I entered the room at night, the delicious food came to my nose, but my mother was not there. According to my father, my mother cracked the newly healed wound because she used too much force. She forced me to rest after cooking, and my heart was suddenly stung by something. Seeing the tall image of mother in a trance, I finally understand that maternal love is the kind of selfless behavior that can sacrifice oneself for children.
Since then, I have a special feeling for autumn, because it records my mother's little love for me, and it cherishes a memory that I will never forget. It reminds me to do my best to repay this endless maternal love.
2. Write a mother's composition 600 words in the first day.
Who is the person who accompanied me to grow sturdily and gave me happiness? Who can work hard for me, work hard? Who saved me regardless of his own life? It's mom! My mother is so hardworking and capable, so kind.
Open my colorful memory treasure house and find something that will make you cry. It rained cats and dogs that day. I didn't bring my umbrella. I watched the parents of other children go home together after receiving their children. I thought: is mom there? Just when I was at a loss, my mother magically appeared in front of me, but she only had an umbrella. For me, my mother didn't have an umbrella, and my petite body stood out in the rain. After returning home, my mother has been coughing and running a high fever. I was in tears: "Mom, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm wrong, I'm wrong …" My mother stroked my forehead and whispered: "Son, you are right, you are innocent, it's my own fault!" Mom said that and went to bed. But I have many ideas: my mother sheltered me from the wind and rain, worked hard and didn't listen to her at ordinary times. Did my mother just leave? Does she want to kill herself? I'm afraid something will happen to my mother. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I couldn't help crying. Then I realized that my mother was my blessing. People with maternal love are so happy that I should be filial to her.
My family opened a small shop. I never spend as long as I want on food and drinks, but my mother is very busy. Every day, she is very busy, placing goods, purchasing goods and checking out. Besides, she has to take care of her grandmother.
A few days ago, I got sick again. Mom was busy and tired at that time. Get up early in the morning to prepare breakfast, drive me to infusion after breakfast, stay with me for a while after I finish the injection, then go to see grandma and do something else. I lost, and it was noon. She took me home to make lunch. I drove back in the afternoon and didn't know what she did. After dinner in the evening, she began to place the goods, and then began to check out. When the grocery store is closed,
A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late. But how much love does an inch of long grass have? Motherly love, so silently revealed, will never be exposed.
My mother's composition was to clean the room in the morning, and my mother came.
She has been in poor health these days. It's really painful to see her face haggard, and she's been busy recently. She didn't bother to go home and say hello (just made a few phone calls), and she always felt guilty. When she came, she stopped what she was doing, poured water for her mother and asked her how she was.
She said: It's just not good. I took all the medicine.
Mom has an old stomach trouble. She went to the hospital several times and did all kinds of tests. It is said that it is chronic gastritis and needs to be raised. But she also took a lot of medicine and paid special attention to her diet. Why not? My heart sank after listening to my mother's words. I don't know what to say.
My mother's stomach trouble fell in the early years. At that time, my father was working in the village and my mother was doing all the work in the field. She gets up early and is greedy for black, and sometimes she goes far away. At noon, she brought some rice, which was cold and hot, and sometimes there was no rice at all. At that time, everyone was not rich, and my mother always left delicious food for our three children and ate leftovers to make ends meet.
Now, the disease has been generated, even if there are delicacies, it is difficult to give my mother a healthy body.
"Mom, otherwise, let's change to a better hospital tomorrow and have a thorough inspection." I took my mother's hand and said.
"Well, just do you have time?" My mother looked at my face with a strange expression.
I know very well that she never wants to waste my time. Just a few days ago, she saw me busy and helped me with medicine, never letting me know that she was still ill. Today, her words let me know that she has been ill. Alas, how could I be so careless?
"I have time. We are in no hurry when I go out this time. We must take good care of the disease. " I said firmly.
There is a smile on my mother's face, which is a knowing smile mixed with pain and a satisfied smile. I smiled, too, but my heart hurts.
The thread in the loving mother's hand made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love did an inch of grass win? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother!
I don't remember what my mother was like when I was an urchin. When her image entered my mind deeply, she seemed to be no longer young. I counted the wrinkles that climbed relentlessly on my mother's forehead, the silver lines that my mother had been dyed white by years and hidden in her black hair, and the lines on my mother's hands that had become rough due to hard work. I have been speechless-what words in this world can express my feelings at this time!
In the morning, when I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, my mother always looks at me affectionately. When I go to the door, she always rushes back to the kitchen to get me a breakfast and advises me to eat more, even if it's just a bite. She always watches me go out, and then tells me at the door, "Be careful on the road!" I can't remember how many such mornings there are, so I spent more than ten years!
Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? Remember there is such a story:
A young man was seriously ill. The doctor told him that he needed to be treated with his mother's heart. Young people can't stand it. Hearing this, the mother resolutely cut open the heart and told him to take it and go to a doctor for treatment. The young man ran to the hospital with his mother's heart in his arms, but fell on the rugged road. The falling heart sends out a gentle and concerned voice: "Son, are you hurt?"
This is a touching story that makes people marvel at the greatness of their mother. The word "mother" is often the first sentence a person will say, but does mother only give you life? Did she just raise you? Is she just someone you can talk to when you are in pain and share when you are happy? Don't! The mother who resolutely gave up her heart to treat her son has fully explained this point. Please look at the story in real life again: in a big earthquake, the young mother bent her body into an arch, stood against the collapsed roof and put her young son on her chest. When people found the mother and son, the great mother had stopped breathing, and her child was tied in her arched arms and dying.
This is mom! She separated the child from the terrible world with her own body. In that case, she still did not forget to give the child a comfortable hug. She traded her life for the child's life, but there was no regret on her face. This is mom! I think, if there is a god in heaven, when the mother learns that her child is safe and sound, she will be relieved and happy with laughter. She will never complain and never regret. This is mom!
Let's take a look at the crow's feet that mom gradually climbed up the corner of her eye. It was the vicissitudes of time that took away my mother's youth. Let's hold mother's cocoon-covered hand, which is a pair of hands that mother pulled us to grow up; Looking at the mother's haggard face, it is a testimony to the efforts for the growth of children!
There is a person who will always occupy the softest place in your heart, and you are willing to love her with your life; There is a kind of love that allows you to freely ask for and enjoy without asking for anything in return ... this person is called "mom"; This kind of love is called "maternal love"!
4. Kneeling for the composition "My Mother" (about 500 words) Speaking of mothers, I think everyone who is a child will be familiar with it, because every child was born after her mother conceived in October and raised an adult. Although every child's mother's education method is different, I think this is the mother's different love for her children.
And my mother's way of educating me is: be strict when you are strict, be kind when you are kind. My mother raised me in different ways since I was a child. When I was a child, when I didn't eat, my mother didn't chase me like other mothers, but covered the rice and ignored me. She said, "If you don't eat, it means you're not hungry, so I don't need to feed you! When you are hungry, you will find something to eat. Then I will feed you and you will eat naturally. " I remember when I was in the first grade, my teacher taught us to write the word "Mom". I can't learn. When I got home, I told my mother, and then she wrapped her big hand around my little hand and taught me one by one. Later, I gradually learned.
I still remember playing with my sister when I was a child. My mother saw me and said to me, "Xiaohua, you are my sister. You have an obligation to help my sister, not to rob her, you know? Learning to respect the old and love the young is a good boy! " So I have understood this truth since then. Later, I grew up and often went shopping with my mother. Everyone says we are two sisters! We "two sisters" often sit together and talk. But this sister also annoys me sometimes, that is, she always doesn't let me play with my classmates. She said that we were too young for several people to play together, but we should be older. Although this made me very angry, in retrospect, she was also afraid that something would happen to us and that we would be caught by the bad guys. Thinking of these, I will be warm from my heart again.
For many years, I grew up under the care of my mother. Although I am still a junior high school student at a young age, I have learned a lot about being a human being, how to think about one person and how to help others. I learned all this under the education of my good mother. I love such a mother, I will definitely let her live a good life, and I will not let her pay so much for me in vain, because I am her good boy.
My mother's face, the same smile, the same curly hair, is so similar. When people see me, they never ask my name and always say, "You are XXX's daughter!" " I nodded, and then I heard him say, "Father and daughter seem!" "I smiled silently and raised my hand and studied it carefully. Yes, only these hands were given by my mother.
My mother's hands are almost exactly the same as mine, with slender fingers and wide nails, which seems to have the same connotation in the middle. However, my mother's hands are whiter and older than mine. From her slender fingertips, I saw all my mother's years and her hard life. According to my mother, my mother's family belongs to a medium-sized family, but she has done all kinds of farm work and housework.
From my mother's hand, I saw her diligence. She never rests when she has nothing to do. She always has to find something to do housework. She does all the housework, but she never complains and works hard. Even when she was ill, we didn't let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I came home from school and saw a clean home, everything became so neat and orderly that I had to admire my mother.
I remember one time when my house was decorated, the decoration workers left dust all over the house, and my mother watched a layer of dust fall on the floor. Without saying anything, she picked up the cleaning tools and began to clean until there was no dust left. We advised her to rest. As soon as she sat down, she soon fell asleep My father and I looked at my sleeping mother, and we were very unhappy. Since I am sensible, my mother seldom gives me lessons. She always said that she should be sensible when she grows up. Don't always let others worry about you. If I do something wrong, my mother just reminds me with her eyes, and then I will correct it and apologize to my mother. My mother just corrected my mistakes, asked me to correct them, and seldom blamed me.
My mother is also very simple. She never wears jewelry such as pearl necklaces, nor does she go shopping all day to buy brand-name clothes and shoes like many aunts. She always said that clothes don't need to be so expensive, what necklaces and brand-name clothes to wear are just to save face, which is too extravagant! Mother's personality is also very easy-going. She never quarrels with anyone, she always puts up with it. As the saying goes, more is better than less, so mother is always silent. Mom is fine, too. She said that if others are sincere to you, you should also be sincere to others, so as to get along well.
I always remember this sentence, so I have many close friends. This credit is still the mother's.
So far, I haven't inherited too many qualities from my mother. I am ashamed and guilty, but I will concentrate on reflecting on what my mother taught me and face life bravely.
6. The composition of Senior One describes my mother.
When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"
I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...
I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She used her life's hard work to get everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?
My mother is very hardworking. She often cleans, sweeps the floor and cleans the table at home. She was so tired that she was sweating all over. I quickly said to my mother, "Have a rest. You see, my face is red. " She said, "No, wait till I finish mopping the floor." But she mopped the floor and then went to tidy the room. I had to shake my head helplessly.
One night in my sixth grade, my mother was doing housework at home and my father was on a business trip. I'm thinking about a math problem, but I can't figure it out. Finally, I went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my mother had cleaned the room for me. She came to me with a piece of paper full of formulas. She pulled me up and explained the topic to me carefully. She thought about it all night.
I haven't finished my homework several times 12, but my mother has been with me, watching me do my homework and making me a bowl of instant noodles. My mother has been in poor health and her hair is getting silvery because of fatigue, but she is still with me. Although my mother was very tired, she accompanied me to finish my homework. I've always felt guilty. My mother put instant noodles in front of me when I finished my homework. She said softly, "I'm tired. Go to bed after eating." My mother watched me sleep before going to bed. Mom is really well-meaning!
Mother is a sacred role. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. Mom, you are amazing. You gave me life, educated me and made me live a happy life. Thank you!
8. Ask for a junior high school composition "My Mom", 500 to 600 words about my mom.
Some people say that the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his coming home. But how much love did an inch of grass win in the third Spring Festival? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother!
I'll give you another message, but don't tell my mother! My mother is a very talkative person, and her nagging is infected by my grandmother, but my mother is "shine on you is better than blue" and she is even more talkative than my grandmother! If I want to watch TV for a while after finishing my homework at the weekend, it will be a terrible crime for my mother. My mother will definitely tell me earnestly: "Xiao Ming, your mother is not forcing you to study, but you will graduate from primary school immediately and want to get into a good middle school. How can this work? " Go and read a book! ""Xiao Ming, I usually object to your watching TV. What are you doing? Watch TV when you play chess and computer! "Wait, my ears are getting calluses, but my mother still talks endlessly. Sometimes I can't help but give advice to my mother. My mother always looked at me helplessly: "Where have I been nagging? "Every time I see her puzzled face, I can't speak.
For my study, my mother has always been a time system, that is, the amount of homework and time are stipulated, so that I must complete the task within such a time. Even if I finish it ahead of schedule, I will sit there and grind out the time even if I sit. This is my mother's attitude before, so her grades have improved rapidly! It's just that after I told her, it stopped. I still adopt my father's task system, that is, I don't specify the time, I only specify the task. As long as I finish and feel qualified, I'm finished!
My mother taught me to study hard since I was a child. When I was a child, I always found her annoying. Card I am a primary school student now, and I should be sensible. Mom is for me, because I want to study hard, and I hope I can get into a good high school. In the sixth grade, I just wanted to play, not study. However, in this summer vacation, I
After thinking a lot, my mother was in poor health and needed exercise, but she gave up. She works day and night for * * *, and gets up at 5 am to make breakfast for me. How difficult it is! I want to think of my mother.
Studying, there has been a power outage for one day in recent days, and the weather is very hot. When I came home for dinner at noon, I said, "It's so hot." Mom quickly picked up the fan and gave it to me. I was too excited to speak at that time.
When she leaves for a good meal, she often tells me: ride slowly, watch the car and study hard! "I nodded my head. Since I promised my mother to study hard, I should do it. Get along with my mother, in one day.
I can't finish talking all night. You should, too, so be obedient and don't live up to the hopes of teachers and parents. You should study hard.
Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? I love my mother!