When my mother taught me to babble, I paid her back by ignoring it. When my mother put the spoon in my little hand, I threw all the rice on the table in return. When my mother dressed me in new clothes, I repaid her with dirty clothes. When my mother gave me a ball, I kicked my neighbor with it. However, I used this brush to doodle to repay her. 7. When my mother sent me to kindergarten, I repaid her with frequent troubles. When my mother braved the wind and rain to pick me up from school, I repaid her by complaining that she was late. When my mother bought me a new toy, I took it apart in return. 55438+00, when my mother taught me the principle of making friends. However, the way I repay her is to leave me alone. I grew up: 1. At that time, my mother let me live alone, but I thanked her by being able to live independently. 2. When my mother asked me to clean the room and tidy up the housework, I rewarded her with personal hygiene in the dormitory. When my mother told me a beautiful story, I rewarded her with the first prize in the speech contest. However, when my mother bought me a paintbrush to teach me to draw, I rewarded her by winning the second prize in the international art competition. When my mother enrolled me in an English class, I passed the CET-4 to repay her. 6. When my mother discussed national affairs and life with me, I rewarded her by choosing the theme of my composition and winning the second prize in the National Youth Composition Competition. However, when my mother specially drove me to visit in order to familiarize me with geography and topography, I rewarded her for winning the first prize in the geography competition. 8. My mother sent me a cup of hot coffee in the middle of the night, and I rewarded her company with a bonus. 9. When my mother carefully prepared a big table of rice, I rewarded her for visiting my mother often. 10, when my mother personally made a beautiful birthday card for me, however, I rewarded my mother with roses on Mother's Day. Our happiness is the smile on her face, and our pain is the deep sadness in her eyes. We can walk out of the house, but never leave her inner square. Who is the author? Motherly love is like a trickle, clear and transparent, pure and gentle. I wish my mother peace and happiness, and I only wish all mothers in the world health and happiness through this article. This is more comprehensive. I listed several items. Choose any one and write it in your composition. I still can't see it's plagiarism. Hey hey, hope to adopt.