My mother's composition in Grade One is 1. What a kind name. When I was born, my mother suffered unimaginable pain. When I first learned to speak, my first name was "Mom".
My mother is a hardworking and kind farmer; There are no beautiful clothes, no gorgeous language and no beautiful young mother in the city. However, I love my mother. She is the most important thing in my life.
I live in a remote rural family. My mother was tortured by illness when she was very young, and my father owed foreign debts. So our life has been very poor. My mother is a hardworking and kind housewife. She works day and night, watching her busy figure in the kitchen all day, and tears of gratitude flow from her eyes to my young heart.
I remember when I was very young, the countryside was very backward, and there were frequent power outages. It was rare to turn on the lights for a few days all year round. My mother will light kerosene lamps and mend my clothes. Get up before dawn every day to do farm work, and the stars come back in the blink of an eye. But she didn't complain. She gave us all her love. But I can't bear to add half a dress or have a good meal. Always leave us the best clothes and the best food.
On one occasion, my mother and I had a heated argument because of trivial matters in life. My mother's face is very ugly In a rage, I slammed the door and left my mother alone in the house. In the evening, when I went home hungry, my mood was terrible. I think my mother doesn't love me anymore. When I got to my door, I found the door unlocked. I opened the door nervously and saw my mother sitting anxiously in the chair. "You come back? Go and eat! " The familiar voice made me feel a warm current. My mother hasn't closed the door and has been anxiously waiting for me to come back. I tried my best to control my tears, because I felt maternal love again.
Mother, it's you, carrying me through the muddy country road; You raised me with those hard-working big hands; You taught me to be a man and be kind. When I think about all this, tears are already in my eyes, and I really have nothing to praise my mother. The relentless loss of time has carved the rings of time on the mother's face. My mother's hands were covered with calluses, and a few strands of silver were added to her dry brown hair, and her face was covered with wrinkles. Inadvertently, I suddenly felt that my mother was old, really old, and my eyes were blurred. But what can I give my mother?
Mom, you have given me so much that I can't repay you. On the eve of Mother's Day, I want to say to mothers all over the world, "You have worked hard, and we love you forever."
First of all, she is alone. She bears everything that people can bear and everything that people can't bear.
Secondly, she is a woman, but she didn't get the happiness and dependence that women deserve, only betrayal.
Besides, she is a teacher. She has done all the duties of a teacher. As a teacher, she is very successful.
Finally, she is a mother. She overdid the role. From her mother's point of view, she is a failure.
She is my mother, a woman who deserves what she deserves. What you see about her is often full of energy, high spirits and even a little proud. Therefore, she never exposes her weakness, bears physical and mental pain with her thin trunk, and often sees her in a daze. It was that she comforted her pain with her heart and drove away her sad past bit by bit, but she was different from other strong women. She loves to cry and will only complain to me in front of me. Seriously, it's annoying. I quarreled with her the other day, and she said that you will be bitter when you grow up. I replied, I only know why you are suffering. She must be very sad to say that. Really, she has a bad personality. There is nothing wrong with others. She can talk about you all day, make your stomach ache, and be angry with her. She should be suspicious and heavy, but she is a Chinese teacher. It doesn't make any sense. She can also talk about it, first doubt, then guess, then draw a conclusion, never listen to explanations, and believe that she is right. Finally, she will bring a towel to wipe the tears from my eyes. In fact, I know that I should bear it, but I can't bear it yet. It's time to study.
I don't want to say more about marriage, but the biggest mistake in her life was choosing my father. Maybe I shouldn't say this, but it is.
Although she is nearly 40 years old, she is still young and beautiful.
Teachers are her innate ability. According to her, the classes she teaches are either NO 1 or NO2, and she always seems indifferent. But one year, she really lost, but she studied all the holiday. Like a child.
She likes to live in the present. If anyone praises her, let me know as soon as she gets home.
I have a complete memory of her, but after all, her literary talent is not enough, her writing is fragmentary, and there are not many characteristics. But this is my mother.
My mother, my relatives.
To tell the truth, my mother is a little out of tune. This directly or indirectly caused me to be a little out of tune.
Why do you say that? Because I have proof.
Evidence one, my name
My name is Kang Chen Xin. Everyone knows this, but I don't know the story behind my name.
1994 may 18, at eight o'clock in the morning, I landed quietly and was born, so the first question was the name.
Dad was full of blood and wanted to devote his life to national construction. So, when I saw that it was a man with a handle, I went to work happily.
Therefore, the important task of naming is handed over to my mother. But my mother graduated from science, so she is not very proficient in the art of this passage, plus "out of tune"
Throw me the dictionary and let me translate it myself. Anyway, my name is Kang, and I'm in charge. It's weird, too. Somehow, I just turned to the page of "Xin" and then to "Chen", so I called Kang.
Evidence 2, democratization
When I grow up, I will naturally come into contact with something, but I will naturally ask my parents if I have no experience. Dad is a "workaholic" and can't even catch a shadow. I can't help it Ask my mother. Mom's "out of tune" answer: "What do you think?"
Other people's mothers are full of care, but mine is full of connivance. So I've been an unruly wild horse since I was a child, and I can't stand any constraints.
When I was a child, I always bled and broke my leg and hand, and I was too lazy to tell my mother. Anyway, the answer is always the same-"What do you think?"
Evidence 3: Learning doesn't matter.
In primary school, the class teacher always praised those students whose books were signed by their parents, because it showed that their parents had checked them.
Every time I hear the teacher praise the parents of other students, it's always like this. I am the eyes of the white rabbit-jealousy.
There is a simple reason. Dad is a "workaholic" and is inherently unreliable. And mother always "look."
More times will naturally have the effect of "wolf coming". So, I can only be jealous for nothing.
Once upon a time, whenever I saw a mother and son in the street, I always thought of my "out of tune" mother.
Later, when my mind became rational, I understood the mystery.
Although my mother is out of tune, I have gained a lot, haven't I?
My mother is ordinary but great. She and her father support this ordinary and happy family.
My family is not particularly rich, but with the support of my parents, our family is very happy. I don't expect or pray for anything, as long as we can be happy, happy and warm every day.
My mother is ordinary, but she is also great. She gave me a life, a happy life and a warm family. For me, money is no longer important. As long as mom, dad and sister, we can live happily.
My mother has long black hair, like a waterfall, with a simple and natural charm. These sparkling eyes are embedded under two knife-shaped eyebrows, as bright as stars in the night sky. However, time has changed her, and she has changed: the original white face has turned black, the original black hair has turned into strands of white hair, and the original delicate hands have become rough; My mother has changed, time has changed her appearance and temper, but how she changes is my mother, giving me warmth and encouraging me the most; So no matter how my mother treats me, I will be grateful.
As the saying goes: in October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light; Mom hit me for my own good, I know, hitting me hurts him; How difficult it is for a mother to conceive in October! But she kept giving birth to me. How many troubles have I caused since I was born? How many things have I caused? My mother always talks about me. I know: that's not scolding me, but teaching me how to be a man and how to be a moral person; So my mother is very hard, and my mother's hard work can't be summarized in a few words. Because, she gave me too much love, never losing to any mother in the world.
My mother loves me very much. Before, I always made my mother angry and worried. She apologized to me every time she hit me, and then told me why she hit me. I know: my mother has paid too much, and she doesn't expect anything, just asking me to study hard and grow up well. She gave herself silently, and she exchanged her youth for the joy of my growth. She listened to me and comforted me like my bosom friend. I love her because she regards me as the most important person in her life and indispensable. See me as the apple of my eye. Others don't have as many as me. My mother may be ordinary, and not many people know her name, but I know that I think she is great. I don't need to let the whole world know that I have a great mother. I just need to know my mother's good, forget her bad and forget her unhappiness.
Do you know why my mother has a few white hairs on her black hair? That's because I always make her angry. Why does my mother have so many wrinkles when she is so young? That's because I often worry her. I don't understand how selfless her love is. I thought she only loved her sister. This selfish idea has long been dispelled: it was a sunny afternoon and everyone else had finished lunch. But I'm in the hospital. I have a disease: appendicitis. Nothing, but my mother insisted that I have an operation for fear of my accident. I am very unhappy in the ward, very unhappy. I don't want an operation. I know the operation is zero risk, but I don't want to waste my family's money. But my mother doesn't want me to suffer again and again. I want to see a smiling face on my face. I don't want my face to be bitter all the time, like a bitter gourd, so my mother insisted that I have an operation. On the day of the operation, I was dragged into the operating room by the sick car. You followed me, but I was finally stopped. No outsiders are allowed in the operating room. You're worried that I'm afraid of the scalpel and the pain, so I've been in a flurry. You didn't sleep last night. Do you still have the spirit to stick to it? Even dad fell asleep, but you waited outside for more than three hours. You survived those three hours. Your fatigue has made your eyes red and bloodshot. Then I came out of the operating room, and you rushed over. I was still in a coma when the sick car entered the ward. You snored at me. It turns out that a few days before my operation, you were so anxious that you couldn't sleep, and several nurses were moved. How can such a loving mother not be moved?
Mom, you hold up a beautiful tomorrow and shine on me like the sun. I won't remember your bad, I will respect you and love you!
I have a hardworking and kind mother.
She is not tall, and her eyes are full of expectations for us. Two figure-of-eight eyebrows, a nose that is neither too high nor too low, and two thin lips make up her kind face. In my heart, my mother is the greatest.
Mother's life is like a cup of hot tea, which gives us fragrance and sweetness without reservation. What about themselves? The rest is endless bitterness and bitterness.
Sweet lunch is mom's love, clean room is mom's love, hot milk is mom's love, and mom gave us unique love in the world. As children, have we seriously understood and cared about our mother? Even if we help a stranger, he will at least say thank you, not to mention our dearest mother. Let's ask, have we done anything for our mother, even the most common thing.
One sunny afternoon, the sun shone softly on the earth, which was very warm. At this time, I thought that my mother used to wash my hair. Thought of here, my mood was a little unbearable, so I found a basin, poured half of cold water, then half of hot water, and stirred it evenly until the water temperature was just right. At this time, the water is half warmer and more comfortable than the spring sunshine. I took water from home to the yard, found a stool, and took my mother out. My mother still didn't believe it, thinking that she was still dreaming. Mom said: I didn't expect the baby to care about people. I said, of course. So I took my mother to sit down, wrapped her collar with a dry towel, and then touched the water in the basin with my hand and wiped it gently. However, it's like putting shampoo on my mother's head and rubbing foam with my hands. After a while, a tall white foam tower appeared on my mother's head.
Just like the clouds in the sky, I rubbed them for a while and washed off the foam with clear water. After washing the foam, I saw a silver thread in my black hair under the sunlight. My mother is tired of going to bed day and night for our work. I blush when I think about it. I don't usually treat my mother as well as my mother.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Yes! Since our mother can love us so much, as children, we should be more inclined to pour all our love into our mother and repay her with practical actions.
During the summer vacation, I went back to Wang's hometown and came to my grandmother's house. I was too happy to speak. "Yan, you rarely come back. You must have a big dinner. Hey, what do you want for dinner? As long as grandma can do it, she will satisfy you! " Grandma said excitedly, "I'm going to Wang Anxi to eat mandarin fish." Haven't eaten the mandarin fish cooked by grandma for a long time? " I said happily, "..." Grandma didn't say anything, "What's the matter? Grandma, are you going back on your word? You said you could promise! " I'm a little unhappy. "How can I regret my dear granddaughter? It's just that Wang Anxi has no fish. " Grandma said helplessly. "ah? How did this happen? " I was shocked. "In recent years, people have dumped garbage into streams. In the past few years, Wang Anxi has been littered with rubbish, the streams have become turbid and smelly, and there are fewer and fewer fish. " The more grandma talks, the angrier she gets. I ran to Wang Anxi with all my strength. I was shocked. What I saw was a mess, and the river smelled of garbage rotting. There are ruins on both sides of the river bank and rubbish can be seen everywhere. In the past, Wang Anxi was crystal clear, fish and shrimp lived freely in the river, and willows were planted on both sides of the river bank. At that time, I could still lie on the grass and look at the blue sky. Today, Wang Anxi has long lost his former appearance, replaced by the ubiquitous garbage, the disappearance of fish and the decline of both sides. Wang Anshi raised Wang Ren from generation to generation! Now, it's like this, alas ...
"Hey, little classmate, what are you doing standing here? The sun is poisonous at noon! " A strange old man stood in front of me, and I looked at the old man I had never met before. He was wearing an old shirt that was washed white, and a pair of inappropriate trousers were so big that they dragged his heels. A few sparse white hairs, and his face is full of traces of years. He has a bucket in his left hand and a broom in his right hand, and a garbage truck is parked next to him. "Uncle, who are you?" I am puzzled to ask. "See you look unfamiliar, not Anren Wang, I have been cleaning here. However, no matter how long I clean, I can't keep up with their destruction. Alas ..... "Grandpa is a little sad. "Then why do you insist on cleaning here?" "Although they haven't got rid of these bad habits, I still hope that one day they can protect this stream and restore Wang Anxi's vitality as before. I believe that one day I can use my own efforts to drive everyone to restore Wang Anxi to that vibrant appearance. However, I am old, and I will not get up one day. Wang Anxi, when did you become clear? " Grandpa looked at Wang Anxi today with expectant eyes, and then slowly walked into the messy garbage dump. I can't help but get a sore nose. Maybe the old man will never get out after he goes in. He devoted his old age to this mother river, Wang Anshi, and devoted all his energy to infinite work.
As the sun sets, Wang Anxi's rickety figure gradually blurs. ...
Wang Anxi! When will you know!
My mother's composition in the first day of junior high school 7 My mother likes reading my composition best. My mother often says that I am the best gift from heaven, and it is because of my existence that she has worked hard for so many years without complaining.
My mother is a rural woman and has four brothers and sisters at home. She is the eldest sister, not the hardest and hardest. She has been busy helping her family since she was sensible. Go out early and come back late, mow the grass for livestock. Besides cleaning the house and taking care of my brothers and sisters. In our small family, she also has endless things to do.
My mother looks sloppy, but she has a good control over me. My mother likes reading very much, but because she can't afford to go to school at home, she places all her hopes on me. When I did badly in the exam, she never blamed me or scolded me. Just sitting there ignoring me made me sad and uneasy, and I went to the study to analyze my mistakes. When I didn't go to dinner, she urged me several times and won't rush me again. And when I finished my work and prepared to eat, the food had been collected, and I was hungry all night. From now on, I won't delay eating any more.
Mother is very filial to her elders. As the saying goes, "the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult." However, over the years, my mother has never had an argument with her in-laws and sisters-in-law. When the two old people saw that everyone praised his daughter-in-law, she was closer than her own daughter, but I knew my mother's suffering. The old man is very strict, and his mother is cautious in everything. Every year she will visit her parents regularly and give them living expenses. When my grandparents come to play at home, she always tells me to be polite and give delicious food to my elders first.
A while ago, my mother was ill, weak and in the hospital. Just in time for my final exam. I walked out of the examination room and rushed to the hospital immediately. The usual heavy housework and work portrayed the wrinkles on her face, dyed her hair white and made her look haggard from a white and strong girl. My mother, lying in the hospital bed, smiled at me with a tear in her eyes. From that moment on, I knew it was my turn to take care of her! The vigil at night means that I pour tea, feed food and help change clothes ... a series of actions that I have never done before, which became unexpectedly fast that day.
A "Wandering Sons" tells the greatness and selflessness of maternal love for thousands of years. Our lives are all mothers', and maternal love always flows in our blood, which can never be adjusted. Sometimes mothers still care about their children, all the time.
This time, I am not a compliment. To tell the truth, understanding maternal love is a mature performance, because it shows that we have bid farewell to the naivety of pure courtship and can find the most ordinary and greatest love from our daily life. Maybe only in this way can we really love our mother.
People often say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." That is to describe my father's love as great as a mountain, soaring into the sky. Motherly love is as gentle as water and turns over a new leaf. I love my mother, especially my kind face and kind attitude, which I cannot forget.
Mother is a familiar word to me. My mother is a person who accompanies me day and night. My mother, whose eyelashes are like the crescent moon in the sky, has a pair of big eyes shining with the luster of black grapes, and her playful mouth is "inlaid" with an unforgettable beauty mole. This is my mother. Although she was born in the countryside and didn't read many books, the education she gave me benefited me a lot.
When I was a child, I was a happy bird. I always talk about eating endlessly, and my mother takes pains to educate me: "Eat without talking, sleep without talking." What about me? Always like a child who is not sensible. As soon as my mother's words entered my left ear, my right ear ran away. I remember my mother's soup was very delicious, like a nutritionist. Every time I eat, I am always told: "Eat soup first, and then I will not be afraid of getting stomach trouble." This is the minimum way to keep in good health, you should remember it later. "I doubt nodded and praised my mother's knowledge.
My mother not only educated me, but also taught me the knowledge of life. Take good care of me.
I remember one time when I was playing in front of my house and having fun, suddenly an unknown thing hit my head. At that time, my eyes were golden and my head was buzzing, and I fell to the ground in an instant. It happened that a neighbor's child found my danger and ran to the field to find my mother. My mother was frightened when she saw this scene. She quickly dialed the emergency number "120" with her mobile phone and took me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I groaned in pain. My mother kissed my forehead and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, good boy, it doesn't matter. Mom will be fine with you." Listening to my mother's warm words and feeling her gentle and delicate caress, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, my mother still held me tightly. I see her charming eyes are so rosy, and I know she must have shed a lot of tears for me. Those hands, which have worked hard for me day and night and become a little rough, are as warm as a stove and stick to my cold heart.
Mother's kiss, sweet kiss. Reminds me of today.
Mom, my mom. An ordinary rural woman has given me so much care and help, and I love you. I don't know how much love I will "steal" from you in my later life. What can I give in return? I will continue to study hard and keep moving towards my goals.
On the long road of growth, countless people have accompanied us through difficulties and shared happiness. Thank you for being with your mother all the way, which makes me more confident and strong.
Mom, you encouraged me after I failed in the exam and made me more confident.
Tick-tock, drizzle outside the window, gloomy weather, biting cool wind hitting my cheeks, made me more depressed. I stared at the physics paper with a red cross on the desk, and the bright red 72 points made me even more uneasy. At this time, my mother gently pushed open the door, quietly came in and looked at my test paper. I closed my eyes in fear and thought it was a slap in the face, but it was actually a light touch. She spread out my test paper, carefully analyzed the reasons for my mistakes, pointed out my bad study habits on weekdays, and said, "Failing an exam once doesn't mean you will live forever. He can't decide his life, as long as you treat your shortcomings correctly. " After listening to my mother, I looked at my paper again. Yes, I made another mistake on the wrong topic last time. My mother was right. I suddenly became confident, no longer depressed, and plunged into the ocean of problems. Mom, thank you for encouraging me on my way to growth, making me more confident and not depressed because of a failed exam. Thank you all the way.
Mom, you also guided me when I wanted to give up, and let me learn to be strong. Thank you all the way.
I fell to the ground again, and my knee was scratched and bleeding. Pain makes me cry timid tears. I fell off my skates angrily and sat next to my mother, wiping my tears, eager for care and comfort, but I was greeted by my mother's harsh eyes and criticism: girls are too delicate to cry and will encounter greater difficulties in the future. what can I do? Be strong and believe in yourself. He dried my tears, put on my skates and helped me up. I gritted my teeth, slowly slid forward and turned around inadvertently. He is smiling at me, and I am more energetic. I put aside the wound and pain and kept sliding forward again and again, but I didn't cry, but kept moving forward.
My mother's encouragement and guidance make me confident and strong, which are all part of my growth path. My mother is my growth guide. Thank you for accompanying me all the way.
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