The first article: composition about mother
When I babbled, my mother taught me to speak; My mother taught me to walk when I was a toddler; My mother taught me to eat and dress ... My mother taught me a lot of life skills. At the same time, my mother also taught me the truth of being a man and what love is.
On the road of my growth, my mother made a lot of efforts for me. In life, she always pays attention to my growth. As long as I feel a little uncomfortable, she will always take care of me.
Just a few days ago, I caught a cold at night and started to have a stomachache in the middle of the night because I didn't cover myself properly. At first, I thought it would be better to be older, but the pain became more and more, so I had to wake my mother. Hearing this, my mother quickly got up and helped me cook brown sugar and ginger soup. After understanding the cause of my stomachache, my mother held me in her arms to keep me warm and help me rub my stomach. After more than ten minutes, I drank brown sugar and ginger soup and finally got better. My mother asked me, "Are you better?" I replied, "Well, a little better. You go to sleep. " My mother was still worried, so she slept with me for a while and didn't go back to my room until I was sure I was okay. The next morning, I found my mother with a tired face and deep eyes. Only then did I know that my mother was afraid that I would kick the quilt again last night and got up many times at night. My mother didn't sleep well in order to have a good sleep.
There have been many such things since childhood. Every time I get sick or injured, my mother will take care of me like this until I recover.
Because of my mother's careful care, I can grow up healthily; I feel extremely happy because of my mother's concern. But for me, my mother has wrinkles on her forehead and white hair on her temples. Mom, thank you for everything you have done for me! Now that I have grown up, I will certainly live up to your expectations. I love you, Mom!
Chapter Two: Writing about Mother
The open field is full of sunshine, wrapped in two figures-my mother and I.
My mother is in her early forties. She should be in her prime and radiant age. Where's my mother? The hard work of the four seasons made her face tired and haggard. There are crow's feet in the corner of her eyes; The wind and frost of the years have mercilessly stained her sideburns and left a deep impression on her forehead; Thin shoulders and thin body really make people worry about whether they can bear the burden of life! But her straight nose and high lips clearly show her strength.
My mother's eyes are normal, but they touch my heart most: sometimes they are small and dim, and I know it is hard work and heavy life; Sometimes it is bright and radiant. I understand that she has hopes and expectations.
In the open field, the afterglow of the sunset stretched my mother's thin figure for a long time. Without thinking, she stared at her son, waving the wheat handle and struggling to break it. "Bangbang ..." The waves kept pounding the wilderness. Silence shook my heart.
A tear fell from my cheek;
A gust of wind wiped the eyes that had just been wet.
Feng, do you know what I think?
Tired birds that have flown for a long time will return to their nests, and sails that have sailed for a long time will enter the harbor. My mother is tired. I grew up fast when I was a child.
Chapter three: Composition about mother.
Mother is like a big tree, sheltering from the wind and rain and the hot sun, and making my saplings grow sturdily. She is like a kind mother bird, stroking the feathers of my chicks every day, making them plump and encouraging me to fly to the sky.
I had a high fever during the flu epidemic two years ago. The hospital is crowded with people. My mother hugged me for four hours before it was my turn to see a doctor. She held me in line for an hour to get medicine. During the three hours of intravenous drip, my mother also held me all the time. At that time, my hot body was lying in her arms, and I saw the anxiety and anxiety on my mother's face. Although I was ill, I was afraid that my mother would be sad and didn't dare to shout out.
At five o'clock the next morning, we finally got home. When I got home, my mother stayed with me without rest, and then asked me, "What can I do for you?" "Do you want to go to the toilet?" After a while, he poured me water to drink. Mother touched my forehead and found that my fever had gone down, and finally a smile appeared on my face.
This incident is fresh in my memory. One more thing. ...
Mom is a tree, a harbor, and the safest beside her. She gave a lot, and I owe her a lot. I don't know how to thank her, but I will definitely bring her warmth and happiness.