1. Composition on Mother’s Stern Eyes
There is a stern person in my family. Only you can know how strict he is by experiencing it for yourself. I was tortured by this stern person. I'm going to die. You guessed it, that's my mother.
I remember one time, it was a weekend. I took a late nap and was suddenly woken up by my mother's loud shout. I asked my mother, "What are you doing?" My mother said seriously, "Get up and do the Mathematical Olympiad questions for me. Your dad will be back tomorrow. If you don't do the Mathematical Olympiad questions, just wait for your dad to come and deal with you!" I was surprised. said: "Ah! No way, didn't you say you will come back next week?" Mom said: "Your father's leader asked your father to come back early."
I quickly kicked off the quilt , I got dressed in a hurry, and just as I was about to walk out of the room, my mother shouted: "Is the quilt folded?" I looked back, and my mother's stern eyes prompted me to fold the quilt. After folding the quilt, I ran to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, I walked to the living room and was about to sit on the sofa when my mother shouted: "Have the lights in the bathroom been turned off?" I looked back and saw It was that stern look that prompted me to go to the bathroom and turn off the light. I went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and watched "Let's watch the meteor shower." Then my mother shouted loudly: "Didn't I say we were going to do Mathematical Olympiad questions? Why were you watching TV?" I was so frightened that I couldn't even control the remote control. I couldn't even hold the device steady, so I quickly turned off the TV and ran to the desk to work on the Mathematical Olympiad questions.
Now you know my mother is a strict person! 2. Composition on Mother’s Eyes
Recommended answer In memory, mother’s eyes contain a lot of maternal love. How much care does that pair of children have in those watery eyes? In the mother's eyes, there is love for her children.
Lying on the bed in the electrocardiogram room full of instruments, the pale sheets seemed to be telling me a terrible thing. I looked around and saw a pair of eyes - my mother's eyes! She looked at me with concern. In her eyes, there was fear, sadness, panic, and...a pale diagnosis falling ruthlessly.
"Myocarditis!" written in black and white. Tears fell from her face, but I was surprised: my mother has always been strong: when my father went to Northeast China, she never blinked an eye. Not only did she leave early and come back late, she also made me go from the last place in the math class to the middle level.
This is too difficult for a woman! But, but how could she do this? A cloud of sadness covered her face. In the early morning, the lights in a residential building were still on. That was my mother! She held the diagnosis sheet tremblingly and stared at the three words "myocarditis" for a long time. For a long time... tears burst into my eyes.
But misfortunes never come singly. During a math test, a ghostly number 62 written in red pen landed on my desk. I knew that I had failed the test again. I was desperate and I didn’t know how to explain it to my mother.
I suffered until night, with the cicadas chirping noisily. I was so distraught that I sat expressionlessly in front of my mother and counted out the numbers 6 and 2. I saw my mother's longing and expectant eyes turning into despair. She looked at me with concern, and her anxious eyes spread to every corner of my body.
"What's wrong with you?" She said calmly, but mixed with nervousness. I didn't dare to look at it, but I could clearly feel his melancholy gaze.
I am ashamed. "How could you do this!" She finally burst out, "These, these are all things that shouldn't be wrong!" The hand just quickly rose into the air, but fell stiffly.
"Woo-woo--" A burst of sobs broke the silence. The sorrow in my heart turned into a gentle "Hey!" I saw the white hair on the temples again.
In the mother's eyes, there is concern for her children. On a hot summer day, "Don't be nervous, pay attention to your grammar, don't be sloppy..." "Okay, okay, I got it."
I responded impatiently and walked into the examination room. I glanced back inadvertently and saw my mother standing on the sun-scorched earth, her eyes seemed to be full of expectations, she wanted to tell me something, like a statue.
This is mother's gaze, a reflection of love, bursting with love. 3. Composition on Mother’s Eyes
Recommended answer In memory, mother’s eyes contain a lot of maternal love. How much care does that pair of children have in those watery eyes?
In the mother's eyes, there is love for her children.
Lying on the bed in the electrocardiogram room full of instruments, the pale sheets seemed to be telling me a terrible thing. I looked around and saw a pair of eyes - my mother's eyes! She looked at me with concern. In her eyes, there was fear, sadness, panic, and...a pale diagnosis falling ruthlessly. "Myocarditis!" written in black and white. Tears fell from her face, but I was surprised: my mother has always been strong: when my father went to Northeast China, she never blinked an eye. Not only did she leave early and come back late, she also made me go from the last place in the math class to the middle level. This is so hard for a woman! But, but how could she do this? A cloud of sadness covered her face.
In the early morning, the lights in a residential building were still on. That was my mother! She held the diagnosis sheet tremblingly and stared at the three words "myocarditis" for a long, long time... Tears burst into my eyes.
But misfortunes never come singly. During a math test, a ghostly number 62 written in red pen landed on my desk. I knew that I had failed the test again. I was desperate and I didn’t know how to explain it to my mother. I suffered until night, with the cicadas chirping noisily. I was so distraught that I sat expressionlessly in front of my mother and counted out 6 and 2.
I saw my mother's longing and expectant eyes turning into despair. She looked at me with concern, and her anxious eyes spread to every corner of my body. "What's wrong with you?" she said calmly, but mixed with nervousness. I didn't dare to look at it, but I could clearly feel his melancholy gaze. I feel ashamed. "How could you do this!" She finally burst out, "These, these are all things that shouldn't be wrong!" Her hand just quickly rose into the air, but fell stiffly.
"Woo-woo--" A burst of sobs broke the silence. The sadness in my heart turned into a gentle "Hey!"
I saw the white hair on the temples again.
In the mother's eyes, there is concern for her children.
On a hot summer day, "Don't be nervous, pay attention to your grammar, don't be sloppy..." "Okay, okay, I got it." I responded impatiently and walked into the examination room. Inadvertently looking back, I saw my mother standing on the sun-scorched earth, her eyes seemed to be full of expectations,
She wanted to tell me something, like a statue.
This is mother's gaze, a reflection of love, bursting with love. 4. Mother’s Eyes (Composition) 600 words
Time flies, and I have spent 15 years in the blink of an eye. In these 15 years, I have cried, I have been angry, and I have been moved countless times. However, it was a subtle look that left a deep imprint in my heart.
That was when I was in elementary school, and I was very nervous about studying. Maybe it was due to the changeable weather, and I had a slight cold. My mother urged me to take the medicine as soon as possible, but I didn't pay much attention at the time. I thought it would be over as soon as I got through it. Unexpectedly, the cold became more and more serious, and finally developed a high fever. In the morning, I lay weakly on the bed, and my mother sat next to me, nagging: "Why are you so disobedient? I told you to take medicine long ago, but you didn't listen. Are you okay now? You deserve it... "..." In the end, the more she spoke, the more angry she became, and she started scolding me loudly. I listened silently, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Mom, please give me a day off," I said weakly. "Ask for leave? Don't you just have a cold? Do you have to miss a whole day of class!" My mother's usual kindness seemed to have been completely taken up by the anger just now, and her tone was firm without any sympathy. Then, I put on the cold schoolbag - I felt that my mother's heart was as cold as the schoolbag at this moment. When I got to school, my classmates and teachers greeted me and took good care of me. A warm current flowed throughout my body. Although I went to school that day, I lay on the table the whole morning, my mind was groggy, and I didn't listen to anything. After school, my mother took me to get an infusion. Just when I was going to take advantage of this time to sleep for a while, my mother handed me an exercise book. I shivered and took the homework book. Holding the pen in my hand, I couldn't help but think of my enthusiastic classmates and teachers, and my mother's love for me in the past. But now, my mother is so cold and heartless. Doesn’t she love me anymore? Thinking of this, tears of grievance flowed down my cheeks. Suddenly, a warm big hand wiped away my tears and said: "My child, Mom knows you are feeling uncomfortable, but study is the first priority. If you don't work hard, how can you get good grades? Mom believes you can..." At this point, my voice was choked up. I looked up suddenly and saw my mother's eyes, but she turned away as if to escape. Ah, I saw it. It was clearly the eyes of an anxious mother, but the clear eyes were full of love, tenderness, and tears. At this time, my soul was shocked. I finally understood at this moment, why wasn’t my mother’s heart uncomfortable? Everything she did was for me, but I resented her... What a pitiful parent in the world
Although it has been a few years, my mother's subtle look in her eyes , but I will never forget it! 5. How to write an essay about a strict mother
Strict mother
"Why do you wear school uniforms?"
One morning, a tall and thin woman The teacher is questioning a classmate sternly. "Teacher, I won't dare to do it next time." The classmate looked ashamed and lowered his head.
Who is this strict teacher? She is my mother.
Every morning and evening, my mother would "stand guard" at the school gate. Once she found that a classmate violated discipline, she would severely criticize him as above. As time passed, when the students saw their mother’s tall figure, long hair, and serious expression, they couldn’t help but stand in a row and walk by quietly. It can be seen that the harsh image of mother has already penetrated into the minds of the students. Of course, mother's strictness is very effective. To tell you the truth, my mother’s school used to be “overcrowded”, bicycles were damaged, students’ belongings were stolen, and the teacher’s car tires were punctured… These things that other schools would consider major events were commonplace in my mother’s school. Little things. But since my mother came, the school has completely changed. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "like a world away".
My mother is not only very strict with her students, but also with me.
One time, the teacher didn't give us homework. I was very happy and thought to myself: I want to have fun today! Then go straight to the living room. While I was watching TV with great interest, my mother came back. She saw the schoolbag on the ground and was very angry. She said, "Why did you just throw the schoolbag on the ground? Put it back immediately!" I pouted to the side, but still did as I was told. . Now, I am still very grateful to my mother because she helped me get rid of my sloppy bad habits.
——Thank God, because of such a strict teacher, the students in the school became disciplined; because of such a strict mother, I became careful and conscientious.
I love you, strict mother! 6. Describe my mother’s eyes in detail
What makes me most unforgettable is my mother’s concern. Mother's concern is like the colorful rainbow in the sky after the rain; mother's concern is like the breeze in the hot summer, bringing you coolness; mother's concern is like the dense clouds of flowers climbing all over the wall. The green vines are kept cut, but they are still messy... Yes, it is precisely because of this concern that many touching histories in life can be deduced. It is precisely because of this concern that countless lingering and pathos stories in life can emerge.
When I was a child, my body was as thin as a vine, and my skin was as yellow as the burnt wax. Neighbors often joke about me, saying that I will be able to feed ants in a few days. My mother's heart was always concerned about my body. She took me and wandered at the door of the hospital again and again. Although the results of each examination were that everything was normal and nothing was wrong, my mother was still relieved. No less...
The years have made my mother's tall figure become thinner and her confident face older... Before I knew it, I was 13 years old, and my body was getting stronger day by day. , my mother’s face began to be full of smiles - it can be said that in the 13 spring and autumn years that I have gone through, there was not a single day and night that was not spent with my mother’s concern. I remember a summer camp organized by the school. My mother initially refused to let me go. After my insistent request, my mother had no choice but to agree. Because this was my first time traveling alone, my mother was naturally worried. Before leaving, she gave many warnings and instructions: "Be careful when you go out to play, follow the teacher closely, don't be picky when eating, and cover yourself with a quilt when sleeping..." A series of nagging, wordy, and started to make me sad. I'm impatient, I even feel a little annoyed. I had agreed a long time ago that she would not go to the station to see me off, but at the moment the car slowly started, I clearly saw a vague and familiar figure in a corner of the station, with a pair of concerned eyes. is staring at me. For a moment, my eyes were blurred by tears without realizing it. I looked at my mother, motionless, until her figure disappeared from my sight. During the days of travel, I felt an inexplicable emptiness in my heart, and I felt that my mother's concern was so rare. She became my only sustenance, and also turned into my son's longing and concern for my mother... Mother under the moonlight, are you still there? OK?
I gradually understood that the mother wanted to use her rough hands to pick off the stars and hold the moon for her son, but she could not; the mother wanted to use her hard-working hands to bring joy to her son, It is possible to leave warmth behind; isn't my mother silently doing what she can for her son with her warm hands?
The rain falls quietly; the night is dark and long. I walked on the cold street, letting the cold raindrops hit my body. The classmates were chatting and laughing, sharing the joy after the exam, but my heart had already become as cold as the cold rain and lost its vitality. How can you explain to your parents when you go home that you failed an exam or that it was a complete mess? In a daze, I arrived downstairs. There was a person standing at the top of the stairs. The dim light reflected that familiar face and that kind smile. "Look at you, your clothes are soaked. What should you do if you catch a cold? Such a big child still doesn't know how to take care of himself!" My mother took the schoolbag from my hand with distress. He held my arm and walked upstairs, "By the way, how were your test scores this time?" "I...I...I'm sorry for you..." My voice choked up, and my mother was stunned for a moment, pulled me to sit down, and then I picked up the paper and helped me analyze the reasons for the mistakes. It turned out that they were all caused by carelessness. My mother sighed and said, "Son, you must get rid of your carelessness and learn from this lesson!" My eyes met with my mother's, and I could feel that there was more expectation and encouragement in my mother's eyes. Looking at the five lines of music carved on my mother's forehead by the ruthless years, I cried. Looking at my mother's face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life, I really cried, but these tears became sweet because of my mother's concern. Of...
Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family love will last forever. Morning and evening, spring passes and autumn comes, every bit of progress I make is the crystallization of my mother's hard work. I don't know how much my mother's concern is included in it.
My mother's concern is like the summer rain, which deeply nourishes my dry heart; it is the lightning of my soul and the sublimation of my spirit; my mother's concern is also the ladder of my growth, and it guides me to live a good life down-to-earth. Every step of the way, it helps me get through every difficulty in life! 7. Urgent use of mother’s eyes composition
In memory, mother’s eyes contain a lot of maternal love. How much care does that pair of children have in those watery eyes?
In the mother’s eyes, there is love for her children.
Lying on the bed in the electrocardiogram room full of instruments, the pale sheets seemed to be telling me a terrible thing. I looked around and saw a pair of eyes - my mother's eyes! She looked at me with concern. In her eyes, there was fear, sadness, panic, and...a pale diagnosis falling ruthlessly. "Myocarditis!" written in black and white. Tears fell from her face, but I was surprised: my mother has always been strong: when my father went to Northeast China, she never blinked an eye. Not only did she leave early and come back late, she also made me go from the last place in the math class to the middle level. This is so hard for a woman! But, but how could she do this? A cloud of sadness covered her face.
In the early morning, the lights in a residential building were still on. That was my mother! She held the diagnosis sheet tremblingly and stared at the three words "myocarditis" for a long time. For a long time... tears burst into my eyes.
But misfortunes never come singly. During a math test, a ghostly number 62 written in red pen landed on my desk. I knew that I had failed the test again. I was desperate and I didn’t know how to explain it to my mother. I suffered until night, with the cicadas chirping noisily. I was so distraught that I sat expressionlessly in front of my mother and counted out 6 and 2.
I saw my mother's longing and expectant eyes turning into despair. She looked at me with concern, and her anxious eyes spread to every corner of my body. "What's wrong with you?" she said calmly, but mixed with nervousness. I didn't dare to look at it, but I could clearly feel his melancholy gaze. I feel ashamed. "How could you do this!" She finally burst out, "These, these are all things that shouldn't be wrong!" Her hand just quickly rose into the air, but fell stiffly.
"Woo-woo--" A burst of sobs broke the silence. The sadness in my heart turned into a gentle "Hey!"
I saw the white hair on the temples again.
In the mother's eyes, there is concern for her children.
On a hot summer day, "Don't be nervous, pay attention to your grammar, don't be sloppy..." "Okay, okay, I got it." I responded impatiently and walked into the examination room. Inadvertently looking back, I saw my mother standing on the sun-scorched earth, her eyes seemed to be full of expectations,
She wanted to tell me something, like a statue.
This is mother's gaze, a reflection of love, bursting with love. 8. Mother’s Eyes An essay of more than 600 words
After school, I always take the bus home. Sometimes when I see my classmates holding the hands of their parents, talking and laughing and going home together, it is inevitable that I feel empty in my heart. After all, riding home alone in the car is a bit boring.
Today is another boring journey. I sat in my seat, not knowing what to do. It would be great if my mother could come and pick me up, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, a childish singing voice came to my ears. I couldn't help but turn my head, and it turned out to be a little girl singing. I quickly turned around - yes, she didn't sing well, even unpleasantly. After singing one song, she sang another one, as if there was no end. I really couldn't stand it anymore. This thin and high-pitched sound went straight into my ears, making me feel hairy all over.
I looked at her again, and she was singing enthusiastically, her face was flushed, and she was dancing with excitement. I listened carefully, oh, it turned out she was singing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau".
It’s ridiculous that a little kid can sing “Qinghai-Tibet Plateau” happily. Does she dare to sing such a difficult song?
The moment I turned my head, I found that an aunt next to the little girl was listening attentively, and from time to time she praised the little girl for her great singing. Oh, it turned out to be her mother. His soft gaze fell on the girl's face, leaving a trace of love. The singing sound was shrill and harsh to my ears, but her mother thought it was the sound of nature.
I can't do it, listen to the unpleasant singing voice of a strange girl. But she can do it, just because she is the mother of a little girl. The little girl finally stopped singing, and her mother immediately told her that you sang so beautifully. The little girl smiled sweetly, and her mother smiled too.
I turned my head and looked out the window. Ah, I saw my mother. She was standing on the platform, looking anxiously at the passing vehicles. I waved to her in surprise, and she saw me. Although the joy in her eyes was short-lived, it was so similar to the mother's eyes.
At this time, the car stopped. I quickly got out of the car and ran towards the warmest direction for me... 9. Essay on "Mother's Eyes"
Among the most beautiful eyes in the world, there is an eye filled with happiness, which makes people I was fascinated by it and felt equally happy.
My mother’s eyes were filled with happiness. After school, I just arrived downstairs. The soft light upstairs seemed to tell me that someone was waiting for me, so I ran upstairs quickly. , before knocking on the door, the door opened. My mother poked her head out, and when she saw me, she hurriedly pulled me into the house, showing a happy look. My mother helped me take off my schoolbag, and then quickly led me to the dining room and said: " It’s been a busy day, you’re so hungry! Eat quickly!” I was really hungry, so I sat down and ate. My mother looked at me silently, with satisfaction in her eyes. I was talking about my school while I was eating. My mother listened carefully. When I looked up, my mother was looking at me lovingly. The smile stayed on her face for a long time, as if I was everything to him. My mother noticed that I was staring at her, and her face turned red again: " Come on, eat!" I smiled and said in my mother's ear, "Because you are the most beautiful person in the world." My mother smiled, and all the happiness in her heart was reflected on her face. The eyes filled with happiness made me intoxicated.
After the exam, I reported the good news to my mother: "I did very well in the exam this time!" I danced and said to my mother, "Really?" My mother became very surprised: "Well! This time I'm ranked first!" Mom's smile became even brighter, and her face shone brightly. "What a good girl!" I'll give you a reward! My mother picked me up and spun me around a few times and said, "I'll buy you another doll tomorrow!" I had never seen my mother so happy, so she joked, "Mom, you won't be nice to me just because you did well in the exam. Just ignore me!" Mom laughed and said, "How could that happen?" I also noticed that her eyes became softer and filled with happiness. There was only my shadow in her eyes. Mom was probably thinking: "I I'm so proud of her! "I was deeply affected by my mother's expression. It seemed that she was everything to me. I wanted to make her happy because it made me happy.
There are many beautiful eyes, but I think the eyes filled with happiness are the most beautiful. People with eyes filled with happiness are also the most beautiful and the happiest, just like my mother. 10. How to write a 510-word essay "Mom's Eyes" for fourth grade
My mother has a pair of bright eyes, which seem to be able to speak. It is these eyes that have accompanied me through twelve spring and autumn years, encouraging me when I failed, keeping me from being too proud when I succeeded, and giving me happiness when I was sad.
In a Chinese language test, my score was not satisfactory. I thought to myself: This is terrible, I will definitely give him a beating when I go back! After I got home, I lowered my head and handed the test paper to my mother. I didn't dare to look at my mother, but I couldn't help but take a look. When I saw my mother's eyes, I found that the eyes were not harsh and critical, but kind. and encouraging eyes, as if to say: "It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the exam this time, you must do well in the exam next time, don't fall twice in the same place!" This look made me confident again, and this look was better than criticism. Much better.
Another time, I took the second place in the class. After school, I rushed home and handed the paper to my mother. My mother took a look and said, "Well, it's not bad." Although she said it He said it coldly, but his eyes sparkled with joy. This not only praised me, but also told me not to be proud, killing two birds with one stone.
Once, I was doing Mathematical Olympiad at home, and after passing all the tests, a roadblock suddenly appeared. I was so anxious that I scratched my head and scratched my head. I sent an "SOS" to my mother, but my mother answered me with a stern look. , those eyes seemed to say: "Think for yourself!" I had no choice but to think for myself. After thinking hard, I finally got the answer. Mom cast a look of praise.
Mother’s eyes contain love. This love is like sweet water, it will always accompany me and lead me to the road of success.