My mother's sixth grade composition 1 It's the weekend again, and I can finally go home to sleep. Although the journey was a little bumpy, she was very happy. Chatting with my classmates all the way, I got home unconsciously. Walking home with my luggage, I felt even more beautiful when I saw those taxis. I just got back, so there is no need to take your car. My luggage doesn't seem to be heavy at all. I can still walk fast with it.
Go home and push open the familiar door. That's the familiar environment I miss. I am happy to call my parents, and I am back. I threw away my luggage and hugged my mother happily. I lay on the crib with open arms, not to mention how comfortable it was. The school bed is hard and the dormitory is a little wet. Better stay at home.
After a short rest, my mother has cooked the meal. I smelled the fragrance before I saw the meal. I can't wait to have a bite. Well, my mother's taste is familiar. I eat canteen food every day, but it doesn't taste like my mother at all.
I have been living with my parents. Although a little sleepy, I can't bear to sleep at home. I don't want to let the rare time slip away while I am sleeping. I plan to go to bed early at night and get up early in the morning, which will save time and be good for my health.
In the afternoon, my classmates came to visit me. We went to decadence once and ate a lot of snacks. In fact, you shouldn't eat them to lose weight, but it's rare to be happy with your friends and your appetite is still wide open.
Going back to school tomorrow, happy time is always short, but it gives us eternal thoughts, short but beautiful.
My mother is an ordinary person with a chubby face and a kind heart. He is kind to others and always smiles.
He runs a breakfast shop near my home, and his business is booming. She is also a garbage collector.
I remember it was a morning of summer vacation, and I was helping my mother. Mother found a wallet on the table when she packed her wallet. Mother thought, this must be the wallet that the guest forgot to take with him. Mother decided to wait for the guest to return her wallet to him. However, it was sold out early, so my mother had to call it a day and no one asked. Mother said, "Oh, dear! That guest can't remember where he lost his wallet. How anxious it is! " I said, "Mom, can we go back?" Mom frowned: "but the guest's wallet is still there!" " "
Later, my mother found a piece of paper that read: Lost and Found. And left her phone number. Later, as expected, someone contacted her mother and took the lost wallet away. Mother was elated when the guest said many words of thanks.
My mother is such a person, optimistic and enthusiastic about life. She educated me with practical actions and influenced me.
My mother's sixth grade composition 3 is in my mother's room, and the gift box next to her desk is the most eye-catching test paper.
This gift box reminds me of a thing in the past.
When I was a child, once, it was almost my mother's birthday. I ran to my mother and asked her in her ear, "Mom, your birthday is coming soon. What birthday present do you want? " My mother hugged me and said with a smile, "I want to have a schoolbag of my own most."
So, I took out some money from the piggy bank, ran to a shop selling schoolbags in the community, picked out a beautiful schoolbag, and asked the assistant aunt to pack the book in a beautiful box with gifts in it. On the night of my mother's birthday, I mysteriously took out a prepared gift for my mother. My mother was so surprised that tears fell. I will never forget that happy expression. But at that time, I didn't understand, and I was surprised that my mother was not a student, so how could she like schoolbags. Why doesn't she want beautiful clothes as a birthday present?
It turns out that my mother has a biggest hobby, that is, she always takes out some books from her schoolbag to read every day. Sometimes she goes to the bookstore, goes for a walk in the park, and brings her beloved schoolbag. I was curious at that time, so I asked my mother. My mother kindly told me: "Time waits for no one, every minute will pass, but knowledge is our best friend. As long as we know it, it will accompany us, make us happy and help us grow. " My mother's words often inspire me and benefit me a lot. Today, I grew up slowly and finally solved this mystery.
I know that my mother's schoolbag is not only full of knowledge, but also full of my mother's ideals. This strange gift may be a meaningful gift for my mother. Mother has kept the gift box well until now.
My mother is a simple, kind and strong rural person. Maybe it's hard all day. Time mercilessly scratched her face.
My mother is very gentle and tolerant. I love my mother, but I also hate her: one Sunday, the sun kissed the earth and slowly set. I was about to do my homework when it happened that my brother came to see me. I think, anyway, I can do my homework at night, so I might as well go out to play. Before you know it, it's already 10 at night. I just remembered to do my homework. I hurried home, but I was really sleepy.
I think, although my mother didn't go to grade two, she went to grade six. Why don't you ask her to write it for me? After returning home, I said to my mother, Mom, help me with my homework. Mom said: this won't work. Didn't the teacher teach you? Do your own thing. I said, you've only been in school for a few years. Don't lecture me Can you tell me something about it? This is the first time I talked back to my mother. My mother, who never hit anyone, slapped me with tears in her eyes. I've hated her ever since. Now that I think about it, what I did at that time was too outrageous. I asked my mother to help me with my homework. She was right to hit me.
My mother's sixth grade composition 5 is very general. She has never had earth-shattering glory that makes me proud in front of other children, but she is great in my mind and a good mother that I can't live without for a moment.
I am still sleeping every morning, and she has prepared breakfast for me. When I come back from work at night, she will wash my clothes and check my homework in addition to cooking, and she will stay busy until late. Day after day, year after year, she gave it to me silently.
I remember once having a high fever and staying in children's hospital for a whole week. Whenever I wake up at night, my mother is waiting for me. I haven't seen her lie down once for a whole week and have had a decent meal. I looked at my mother's emaciated face and remembered many past events. From the time I can remember until I was in the third grade of primary school, one pile after another. I don't know how much my mother cared for me and how many sleepless nights I spent. I thought about it, my nose ached and I shed tears sadly. When my mother saw it, she thought I had a high fever and felt sick. She was busy giving me a massage to cool off the heat and kept comforting me. The more my mother does this, the sadder I feel. I burst into tears, and my mother was so anxious that she hugged me around in the ward.
Adults say that once a child gets sick, he will grow up. On this day, I really grew a lot of hearts and learned what great maternal love is.
Ah, my mother is like a candle, burning herself silently, but bringing me infinite light.
Mother's sixth grade composition 6 nights, the dark blue night came quietly, like mother holding the stars in her arms. When I was a child, a pair of big hands touched my face gently, and the warmth filled my heart instantly. Now, the imprint of the years has crept onto my mother's forehead. In happiness and joy, I saw my mother, the greatest person in the world.
A long curly hair, a pair of gentle eyes behind glasses, often with a faint smile, this is my mother, an ordinary but most beautiful and kind person.
In my eyes, my mother has always been gentle, kind and capable, and takes everything seriously. My mother is very busy at work and often works overtime every week, but she still cares about me. No matter how tired I am, whenever I am in trouble, my mother will come to help me and encourage me.
My mother is modest and generous. She always told me that people should learn to respect humility. Temporary loss is not injustice. Only by constantly respecting and caring for others can you win the respect and love of others.
Sometimes, I am naughty and often get carried away, but my mother doesn't blame me, but calmly tells me, "Stop playing, study hard and be a useful person to society in the future." "I have been thinking about this sentence because it contains a mother's hope for her daughter.
There is no mother in the world who doesn't love her children. Mother is an irreplaceable person in my heart, a person who loves me the most and cares about me the most. No matter the dribs and drabs in life, no matter the problems in study, no matter the contradictions between friends, my mother will always be the first person to help me and love me.
My mother's sixth grade composition 7 My mother is 39 years old and is a doctor. She is usually busy at work and doesn't care about my study. She only asked for it two or three times at most, so she didn't care.
Even so, I can understand. My father works outside, and my mother is the only one at home. My brother and I are too young to help with housework. I have to go to school, so we can help when we come back from school and have a holiday. Sometimes patients get sick in the middle of the night, and my mother has to get up at once to treat them. Sometimes she will be busy for an hour. So, a few white hairs greeted my mother, and bloodshot eyes entered my mother's eyes. ......
One day, my mother was dizzy because of lack of sleep. Looking at her uncomfortable appearance, I felt very uncomfortable. I want my mother to lie down, but she insists; "No, there are patients who need injections."
Being a doctor is not easy. Sometimes some patients get dizzy, and my mother is very nervous, afraid that the patient will go into shock. Mom's heart is not so good, she can't stand the blow!
Mom works day and night, so it's good that our family can go to play together once. Even so, my mother has no complaints.
My mother respects my opinion very much. She always said, "You can't always depend on your mother. What will you do when you go to college? "
My mother deserves my admiration and my mother deserves my love.
My mother's sixth grade composition 8 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby" ...
I have a good mother. In my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world. Blonde hair, a pair of bright eyes, a pair of curved eyebrows and shallow dimples will be exposed when you smile.
My mother is very hardworking. Because my father works long hours, my mother does all the housework, big and small. Fortunately, my mother moves quickly and will soon clean the house spotless.
Every morning, before dawn, my mother gets up to make breakfast. My mother woke me up when a fragrance floated into my room. I think my mother wants me to sleep more. By the time I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth, my mother had served breakfast and hung it up, so it wouldn't be too hot to eat. My mother cooks many delicious meals every day. My father and I are full every time. Even my 4-year-old brother always says that Fan Fan at home is delicious.
But mom's temper is like unpredictable weather. She cares about me in life and brings me sunshine warmth. But as soon as I dawdled, my mother suddenly turned "cloudy", and my bad temper came, as if the cold wind roared in winter and the atmosphere at home became very serious. Dad said that the mother at home is the "boss", let us live a good life, and we should not make the "boss" angry.
I know that whether my mother is warm sunshine or cold wind in winter, she is doing it for this family, and her love for me will never change. Sometimes I wake up from sleep and feel sleepy, and see my mother still by my bed. Whether it's cold winter or hot summer, she will wait until I fall asleep.
Motherly love is great. My mother is like the warm wind in spring. With the warm wind, I will become an independent and brave child. Mom, thank you! I love you!
When I read this composition to my mother, she was unhappy. She looked at me with questioning eyes and said, am I still the Tang Priest?
I answered without hesitation: Yes! Of course it is!
In my eyes, as long as the same words are said more than three times, they are Tang Priest, even if they are nagging. What my mother does on weekdays shows that she is Tang Priest, the real Tang Priest! Let me list the mantra of Tang Priest's mother:
Lens 1:
It's over! I failed this exam! I can hear my mother's famous words again. Can you answer these questions? (It will appear after every exam! )
Lens 2:
When I come home from school and throw my clothes on the bedroom floor, I will definitely hear my mother's familiar words: Yang Yibo! When can I get into the good habit of folding clothes? As long as you throw it, it will appear! )
Lens 3:
After dinner, my mother checked my homework. When she thinks a simple question is wrong, she will fly into a rage, smash her exercise book to pieces and stare at me and say that you are wrong with this question. What do you want? The more you learn, the worse! (As long as you do the wrong question, this sentence will shine! )
Lens 4:
The clock points to 2 1 point. I stretched myself, rubbed my eyes and went to the bedroom. I just want to have a sweet date with Duke Zhou. Mother's angry shouts reached my ears. Yang Yibo, come and help me clean the desk. What are these broken things doing on the desktop? Throw away all useless things!
I jumped out of bed in my underwear and quickly cleaned my desk, not to mention the dream of Duke Zhou. I can't even sleep if I don't tidy up properly!
There are many such shots and many such famous sentences.
I hate my mother's nagging, but her nagging really cured my bad habit! In order to listen less or even not to nag, I will do things more carefully, and even if I do something wrong, I will remedy it quickly, but I hope my mother will nag less, be more tolerant and understand more!
My mother's sixth grade composition 10 My mother's name is Hou Jun, and I'm 34 years old. She has big eyes, a tall nose, beautiful red lips and unique curly hair.
The most beautiful thing about mom is her big eyes, because she can talk! When I did well in school and came home, my mother's eyes showed relief; Mother's eyes are full of joy when she finishes her homework early. When I was naughty, my mother's eyes were full of seriousness; When I break the plate, I will see my mother's honest eyes. Once, I came back with a certificate from my teacher. My mother looked at me with gentle eyes, and I proudly said, "I will continue to work hard!" " "My mother asked me," How do you know what I'm going to say? " I said, "Because mom's eyes can talk! "Another time, I didn't do well in the quiz. When I came home, my mother saw my paper, and she immediately shot a serious look. I looked at the floor and said, "I'm sorry, mom, I will definitely learn from it and work hard in the future." "My mother hugged me and said, that's ok, you are still my mother's good boy. "
My mother is the data administrator of Unicom, and her typing speed is very fast. One weekend, I went to my mother's office to play and watched my mother's hands "fly around" on the keyboard. Wow! How fast! I quietly took out my timer and measured it. My mother can type more than 100 words a minute. When can I type as fast as my mother? How enviable.
My mother is my idol, my teacher, my elder and my friend, who has accompanied me through the ups and downs of life.
My mother's sixth grade composition 1 1 If someone asks me, "Who do you admire most?" Then I will answer him without hesitation: "My mother, because she is simply a' changeable god'!"
My mother is a god of food. My mother is not good at cooking, but she is very picky about food. Every time my father cooks a meal, my mother is the first to taste the comments. She can always make my father's eyebrows droop, and I have always been "indignant" as my father's intimate little cotton-padded jacket.
Mom's messing up again. My mother likes watching TV and movies. No matter when the film was made, she can always count it. Moreover, my mother likes spoilers, which always makes us lose our desire to watch movies, while my mother completely ignores our "stare".
Mom is still "Wu Shen" and "God of alarm clock". Whether it is cold or hot, as long as it is my school day, my mother always knocks on my room door on time. Although people wake up, their bodies are still captured by the bed and they don't want to get up. At this time, it will be miserable. My mother was instantly stimulated from the "alarm clock god" mode to the "Wu Shen" mode, and then I will be miserable! Enjoy the roar of the lion+touch your ears+pinch your nose, or the quilt will fly away directly+Eighteen Hands of the Flying Dragon!
After listening to my introduction, do you feel that my mother is different? Anyway, I am the mother who loves The Great God!
My mother's sixth grade composition 12 My mother is over forty this year. She is a shop assistant. She treats people warmly and courteously, and her grandparents like her very much. She has always been my role model.
My mother is kind. She has black hair, bright eyes and a changeable mouth. Her dress is simple: a pair of black shoes, a pair of blue trousers and a colorful coat.
I remember once, an old woman came to our house to buy things. She looks a little pathetic: a pair of black cloth shoes, an old pair of trousers and a yellow white coat. Grandma has a kind face and silver hair. Grandma and her mother chatted very speculatively. After a while, grandma looked at her watch and said, "Hey, it's past five. I have to go. " Grandma said, picked up her things and left. Mom said, "Grandma, I haven't given you your change yet!" " "Grandma didn't seem to hear, and walked on. Mother hurried out, ran to her side and gave her the money. Grandma said, "You are a good boy! "I said to my mother after I came back, why did you give the money to grandma? "Mom said:" Because it is not easy to make money, no one's money is blown by the wind. Maybe that money is very useful to grandma! " "After listening to my mother, I finally know why my grandparents like her.
My mother is a kind person. I love my mother. My mother taught me how to be a man. I want to be like my mother.
My mother's sixth grade composition 13 A pair of small eyes, a ponytail and a stiff nose constitute my mother. She is not very beautiful, but her hands are full of calluses because she has paid for her family. Her hands seem to have magic. It can knit me sweaters, hook my shoes and comb my beautiful braids ... but what I admire most is the delicious food made by those skillful hands.
"Mom, what did you make that smells delicious?" As soon as I got home and put down my schoolbag, I rushed to the kitchen at a speed of 100 meters and stared at the pressure cooker closely and said, "Is it corn sparerib soup?" Then I took a deep breath. My mother stood next to me, nodded my forehead and said with a smile, "You dog's nose is really smart!" " "
Under my long-awaited call, the corn sparerib soup finally came out of the pot, and my mother gave me a small bowl of hot soup. I picked it up as soon as I saw it. It's not burned. Just swallow it in one gulp. As a result, tragedy happened-my tongue was scalded, and I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes. My mother said distressfully, "What's the hurry? Nobody fights with you. Now, let us suffer. Go and do your homework first! " "I listened to reluctantly walk back. Looking back step by step, looking at the soup in the bowl and the delicious food in the pot is really drooling, but what can I do? You can't eat hot tofu if you are impatient! "WenWen, you can drink. "It sounds like Yue Xian. I put down my homework and rushed into the kitchen again. I drank two bowls of soup and ate some golden corn and delicious meat and bones. Then I touched my round belly and left with satisfaction, leaving my mother with a silvery laugh.
My mother has a pair of skillful hands. I am most satisfied with its delicious food, and I worship my mother.
My mother's sixth grade composition 14 "Nothing, anyway, I have nothing to do with fashion trends, so I won't waste your time." This is what my mother always says. She has completely lost confidence in her fashion. Every time I persuade her, she always throws this sentence on my head like a pot of cold water. I'm completely desperate about mom's fashion, but ...
Almost all the clothes and pants in the closet have been replaced by skirts-
One day, I hurried home from my interest class. Oh, no, I'm going to have a luxury buffet later. It is too late! So, I "wow-"opened the closet, took a pair of pants and left. Suddenly, I found the door of my mother's wardrobe half-closed, and a gust of wind blew. What floated out of the door seemed to be a corner of a skirt, but my mother didn't wear a skirt! I was puzzled, so I had to open my mother's closet door and shout "Wow!" Guess what I saw? The old clothes in the wardrobe that can't be matched at all, except the clothes with strange shapes and fashionable jeans that look shabby, have become a lot of skirts such as "sea breeze skirts" and robes. All the old clothes are packed in a box and put in the corner!
Choose clothes-
I found that my mother has to wear pajamas solemnly before going to bed recently. She wants to try on all dresses with lace cuffs and pajamas in 7788, which is very strict. She didn't go to bed until midnight, let alone go out. She has to change it every day, so that it can't fit in the closet!
Mom, didn't you always say that you couldn't keep up with the trend? Alas, I never thought that you changed from an old-fashioned mother to a fashionable mother, and even regressed from dragging fashion to the preface of fashion! Hey, do you think my mother is a fashion pioneer now?
My mother's sixth grade composition 15 Whenever I see such a poem, "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, and she sews them carefully and makes them up thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his coming home ...", my first thought is of you, my dear mother.
I remember once, it was a winter, and my family went to a restaurant for dinner. At that time, I was naughty and restless, and I liked to climb high and low. That day, I deliberately sat in a booster chair, and I was still "fidgeting". After a while, I suddenly fell off the chair. "Oh" was accompanied by my overwhelming cry. "What's the matter? ! What happened? ! "You bent down in horror and asked about me. "My leg hurts ..." I replied with a frown. At that time, your mind was full of "fractures", so you picked me up without hesitation and ran to the side of the road to take a taxi to take me to the hospital. However, it was a dark night and there was no taxi after waiting for a long time. Finally, you decisively went behind my back and went straight to the hospital in three steps. ...
When you get to the hospital, you are exhausted and sweat has penetrated into your chest and back. But you are still busy, register, find the attending doctor and accompany me to have an intravenous drip. It really wears you out. A month after the operation, you always took care of me day and night. Buy food, go to the toilet, buy fruit, peel and change clothes ... but you will never get tired of it. This month's days are boring and annoying, but you tell stories and jokes and help me with my homework with relish. ...
This is the epitome of your life as a mother, an ordinary and great mother. Now I'm in the sixth grade, not the naughty one I used to be, but everything you do for me constitutes the color of my life. I want to be with you, and my future life will be more exciting and different.