Mom, I love your excellent composition, 1, but nothing grows much love. I won the Spring Festival three times. It is said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, and so is it in my heart. My mother is the greatest person and I love her.
My mother always gives me the best clothes, the best food and the most beautiful gifts. I remember one time when I was sick, she was so anxious that she sent me water and medicine that she was so tired that she was sweating. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was her. She fell asleep in the chair and stayed up all night.
Mom, I've always wanted a chance to repay you. Today, I finally found my chance. I want to be ready. You went to work early in the morning, so I decided to clean the house well and make my mother happy. I quickly cleaned up the house, then took out a big basin from the bathroom and boiled a pot of water, and the preparations were done. Now, in a word, everything is ready, just waiting for mom. After more than ten minutes, my mother came back. As soon as my mother came in, I rushed to my mother's side, took her hand and took her to the sofa and sat down. I said, mom, are you tired of working outside? I have a good way to get rid of fatigue. My mother gave me a puzzled look and asked, What tricks are you going to play with me? I took out the basin I had prepared before, poured hot water on it, and gave it to my mother and said, Mom, please! After washing my mother's feet carefully, I said loudly to my mother: I love you, mom! My mother was dazed and looked at me very touched, awkward. I looked at her seriously: Mom, I really love you.
The poor inherit the wind. Although I quarrel with my mother every day, I know more or less what my parents have done for me. What they have done all their lives is just us children.
Mom, I love you. Dear mom, you have worked hard! You raised me from a child to a knowledgeable and charming teenager. I will never forget your love for me-
I just went to school in the afternoon, and it was silent, and the air was filled with unspeakable heat. Bamboo, which is usually full of vitality on campus, seems to be out of breath today, with its head down and a listless look. Our class is too hot to stand. After a class, it's like taking a bath.
"Booming" is accompanied by dazzling white light, and there is a rumbling sound from the horizon, followed by a heavy rain falling instantly. The whole class is whispering, "Oh, this is terrible. I have no umbrella. How can I go back? " I hit my head, too Looks like I'm going to get wet.
After school, the students put forward different ideas. Some took off their clothes and covered their heads, while others put their schoolbags on their heads. I only wore one dress, and I was afraid that my book would get wet, so I had to rush there with my schoolbag on my back. I saw you just after I went out, facing the strong wind. Find me. I rushed to hug you, only to find your clothes wet. "Don't lean on me, it will get you wet." Mother held the umbrella over my head, but her body was exposed. At this time, you hold an umbrella, hold me and walk forward against the wind.
At this time, my face was wet, and I didn't know whether it was rain or tears. Mom, the maternal love you gave me is a precious treasure, and I will cherish it forever!
Teacher's comment: The little author was thoughtful and chose an ordinary story of sending an umbrella in the rain. His brushwork is exquisite, his observation is unique, and his mother's intimate details are vividly described, which can be described as ordinary and unconventional!
Mom, I love you. As the ancients said, the thread in the hand of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but she loved the grass an inch long and won three spring flowers.
My mother is very strict with my study and life. I must eat clean. I can't leave the rice in the bowl. To sweep the floor, she always checks it several times until all the corners are cleaned. This kind of life makes me feel bored, and I even hate my mother a little.
Until I saw this scene, all the resentment in my heart vanished. Once, I got acute gastroenteritis. My mother took a few days off, braved the wind and rain to take me to see a doctor, and stayed at home to recuperate and take care of me. I have a sharp pain in my stomach from time to time, and I also make a "glug" sound. Whenever I hear this sound, my mother will help me rub my stomach and apply it with a heat preservation bag. I was lying in bed sickly, watching my mother's busy appearance, and I felt a warm current from her affectionate eyes. How deep and great maternal love is!
In those days, my mother got up early every day to cook white rice porridge for me. The white rice porridge exudes a faint fragrance, and with the unique motherly taste, it constitutes a familiar and cordial love breakfast, which makes me feel warm and sweet.
Perhaps it is the power of maternal love that moistens my heart, and gastroenteritis is slowly getting better. Look at my mother again. She didn't sleep well at night these days and took good care of me. She has a pair of deep dark circles and has lost a lot of weight. Her eyes looking forward to my early recovery turned into a gentle smile.
The golden sun shone through the window, and everything in the room seemed so warm. What is maternal love? Maybe I can't define it exactly. I think maternal love is like the sea of Wang Yang. I am like a small fish in the sea. I no longer hate my mother and have deep admiration for her.
Mom, I love you!
Mom, I love you. Time flies. I'm growing up, but you're growing into middle age. Today, I picked up an essay topic that I have written countless times, and countless words came to my mind.
"Mom, thank you!" I wanted to say this sentence to you more than once, but how many times it came to my mouth and pretended to be another sentence. How hard it took you to give birth to me and support me. You let me see the prosperity of the world and the true feelings of the world. I said, "You are the April day on earth, and laughter lights up all sides."
"Mom, I'm sorry!" There are thousands of words. Only this sentence can best express my feelings and what I want to tell you most. Because of my ignorance and willfulness, how much effort and effort you have paid. I remember one time, I wanted to study hard and promised you with confidence, but just a few days later, I couldn't hold on, because you said I didn't live up to expectations, and I didn't understand the good intentions of you and dad. I just wanted to do it, only on paper. I didn't know you were inspiring me, so I got discouraged and gave up the idea of studying hard. Later, I came across an article and compared myself. It suddenly dawned on me that my mother didn't believe me. I was wrong about you, mom. Sincerely apologize to you: "I'm sorry!"
"Mom, you have worked hard!" Today, I think this sentence should be the most appropriate! Do a calculation for the chores at home and work day and night. You have reached middle age, and the ruthless years have carved wrinkles on your face. Looking at your wrinkles, I can't help crying. It was my sister and I who made you work hard today. ...
"You are love, warmth and hope. You are April on earth! " Mom, because of you, I can grow up in such a good environment; Because of you, I am no longer confused; Because of you, I am so diligent. Mom, I love you!
Mom, I love you. If someone asks me, who is your favorite person? I will not hesitate to say "my mother." Because the kind of love between mother and child warms the child's heart all the time, it is stable, profound and eternal, and will not change with time.
I remember once, after school, Grandpa Earth cried, and tears fell like countless silver wires. In the crowded campus, colorful "flowers" appeared. I was anxiously looking for my mother, and finally a familiar figure came into my sight. Ah, it's my mother. I am very happy. I saw my mother looking around eagerly, too. I rushed over at once and she hugged me tightly. Then my mother took care of me tightly and walked on the way home under her wings. She covered all the umbrellas for me, but her own clothes were all wet and I was safe. To my surprise, my mother was the first. After listening to my mother's words, a warm current suddenly flowed all over my body. Mom, you never think about yourself! From then on, I love my mother more, and the affection between mother and child is deeper.
Every night when I go to bed, my mother will tuck me in and watch me fall asleep before going to bed. According to my mother, she often gets up in the middle of the night to tuck me in. For me, she hasn't slept well for so many years. On summer nights, my mother always takes pains to fan me with her warm hand to make sure that I fall asleep before she leaves.
I deeply know that my mother worked hard day and night to raise me to grow up healthily. The footsteps of years have changed her beautiful face and lost her beautiful youth. As a son, what reason do I have to make my mother angry?
In the storm, my mother's hand is like a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; On the bumpy road of life, my mother's love is like a crutch, supporting me to move forward forever. I love you-dear mother!
Mom, I love you. Last night, lightning broke through the silent sky and roared in the night sky with that frightening voice.
At dawn, a deafening thunder woke me up from my dream. I knew it was raining. I couldn't sleep because of the thunder, so I tried to sleep with my fingers in my ears. But I can't sleep. I thought, how did my mother put me to sleep when it rained and thundered when I was a child? Sing a lullaby? Are you kidding me? Or pat me gently with both hands? Mom has used almost all these methods, right? I think I entered my mother's warm arms and stroked my face with those kind hands. In this way, I fell asleep.
In the morning, I opened my eyes in the music of morning exercises downstairs and woke up dimly. I vaguely heard footsteps. I opened the door carefully and took a peek. It turns out that my mother is cleaning again. At the dinner table, there are cooked meals. My heart warms up slowly, and I won't catch a cold because of the cold in rainy days.
Mom, my hardworking mother, tireless mother, hardworking mother, you raised my brother and me with your hands for my school. How great you are!
Great mother, you raised me with tears and warm arms. I am now 12 years old. It took you 12 years to raise me from a baby who knew nothing to a teenager. How much effort have you put into me for such a long time?
Great mother, you have shaped your child's future with maternal love, but you have spent your whole life. Motherly love is an easy-to-understand word, a word that everyone knows, a word that children all over the world have felt, and a word that mothers have devoted countless efforts to. Mom, you raised us with great love. Everything you do will always think of us, and it has never changed!
I listen to your hardships for so many years with gratitude. I look at your gaunt face. Mom, I want to say, "I love you!" " "
Mom, I love you. Who brought me to this beautiful world? Who raised me with sweet milk? Who took my hand and took the first step in life? It's her, yes! That's her. She is the best person in the world for me. She is my mother.
I heard that I got a serious illness when I was eight months old. The doctor said it was acute bronchopneumonia and needed intravenous drip. I cried and kicked hard. Finally, you stayed with me in the hospital for three days and then you were discharged. You haven't slept for three days and have been taking care of me. I have obviously lost weight after leaving the hospital. You can cook noodles and porridge with beef sauce to feed me. Later, I grew very strong, as strong as a calf. Since then, my mother has taken care of me more carefully, and I have never been sick again.
Motherly love is not only love, but also strictness. Once, I didn't finish my homework and cheated my teacher and mother. As a result, the lie was exposed. The next day, it happened to be Children's Day. When you get up in the morning, you say, "Today, we won't go to school by school bus." We walk from home to school. This is 8. 8 kilometers, you took my little hand and walked down step by step. After an hour and a half of "long journey", when I arrived at school, I was sweating like a pig. Look at my mother, you are sweating like clothes, and your hair is stuck to your face. I'm really sorry. I made a mistake. Please accept the punishment with me.
This is my mother. Although you love me, you will never forgive my mistakes. However, even such a strict mother, I want to say to you: "Mom, I love you!" " "
Mom, I love you. I love you, Mom! Mom, I love you. It will be my mother's birthday soon. I made a card for my mother, which said, "Mom, I love you." Doing this reminds me of the past. It was an afternoon. After school, it was raining heavily outside. I want to wait until it rains less. However, more than ten minutes have passed, and instead of getting smaller, it is getting bigger and bigger. Just when I was in a hurry, a familiar figure came to me. Ah! It's mom! It's mom! As soon as my mother saw me, she asked with concern, "How are you, Zhu Yuxuan? Are you caught in the rain? " I shook my head and went home with my mother. On the way, I found an umbrella over my head and the rain hit my mother. ...
I thought it was. When my eyes got wet, I continued to make greeting cards. After a while, the greeting card was finished. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. I thought my mother must have come back, so I hurried to open the door. Sure enough, my mother came back. I want to take out the greeting card for my mother, but I feel embarrassed and froze. My mother saw me become speechless and asked strangely, "What's the matter, son?" ? Why are you in a daze? "My mind is like fifteen buckets of water-so anxious.
Hurriedly said, "Nothing, nothing." He walked quickly back to the room. In the room, I was thinking again, how should I give the greeting card to my mother? Suddenly an idea flashed through my mind. I can put the greeting card in my mother's bag. After a while, my mother will definitely look for something in her bag or answer the phone with her mobile phone, so that I can show my mother the greeting cards I made. After a while, I heard my mother's cell phone ring, and my mother went to the room to make a phone call. I opened the door a crack and peeped in. After a while, mother answered the phone. Picked up the greeting card I made and looked at it. Gradually, gradually, I saw my mother shed excited tears. In the evening, dad came back. Mom called dad into the room, and I eavesdropped at the door. Mother said to father, "Look, our son made me a card today. He doesn't seem to be that child anymore. He has grown up ... "After listening to my mother, I smiled sweetly. Whispered in my heart: "Mom, I love you."
Mom, I love you. Whenever I am unhappy, I think of the good times before the first day of junior high school.
In the past, every year on Children's Day, I would get the gift I wanted. During the festival, you will meet my needs, clean the house and put my usual things on the bed. Thank you for your heart, mom!
Mom, since your sister was born, you and dad have devoted almost all their energy to her. You quarrel with me as soon as my sister cries. You bother me without asking why. Although you will apologize to me, I am still very wronged! Please understand, mom!
Mom, I know I'm not a child anymore. I am a fifth-grade student now. I sometimes have small problems with my classmates. Please don't criticize me blindly. I feel sad myself. Please understand, mom!
That time, you insisted that I practice the piano and refused to go to the park. I have no intention of practicing piano at all, because I didn't like piano at that time, but now I do, and you say, I won't sign up. At that time, you spent thousands of dollars to learn, but you didn't. Now you can study music theory well. Please think about it, how do I feel? Mom, you put a lot of thought into training me to read. Mom, I also thank you for giving me a reading environment. Every night, you will study with me. How happy I am! Because of this, I have developed a good habit of writing. I want to be a writer. After you know it, train me in this field. I love you, kind mother.
Mom, I thank you. Thank you for your love and concern! The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "Mom, I'm so happy. Although I sometimes feel wronged, I know you love me!
Mom, I love your excellent composition 10 maternal love is like spring rain, nourishing our hearts; Motherly love is like a river, washing our hearts and making us grow up happily under the sunshine and rain.
I remember one time, when I came back from a performance, it was already dark and my mother and I were walking on the road. It was dark in the community and there were no street lamps. I can't see my fingers. Suddenly, I tripped over a stone, and my leg hit the tip of the stone, as if I lost consciousness. When my mother heard the sound coming, she helped me up first and asked, "What's the matter? Did you knock your leg?" I nodded, and my mother quickly took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight and shone it on my bloody leg. Blood flowed out of my white pantyhose, and my mother's brow wrinkled at once. She wrapped the wound on my leg with a tissue and carried me upstairs. When I got home, my mother put me on the sofa without changing my shoes and brought me a wet towel. At this time, there were a few drops of crystal sweat on my mother's head, but my mother ignored me and told me to close my eyes. Don't be afraid of pain Soon, a square cold towel was applied to my leg. The water touched the wound and a heart-rending pain came. I can't help crying. My mother comforted me and washed the towel with her freshly sweated hands. She brought a bottle of purple liquid medicine, but before the liquid medicine was opened, my mother wanted to open the seal of the liquid medicine with a knife, but because she was in a hurry, the ruthless knife cut her hand and immediately shed blood. My mother simply wrapped a circle of paper and came to give me medicine. I immediately felt a warm current rush into my heart, which moved me to hold back my tears when I applied the medicine.
Mom, I love you! You will always be the most beautiful mother in my heart!
Mom, I love you. Excellent composition 1 1 "Only a mother is good in the world" Every time I hear a song, it will warm my heart. When I think about my mother's contribution, I will never forget it.
During the second year holiday, my mother and I got on a bus. I get on pins and needles as soon as I get on the bus.
This uneasiness has been brought to the time of getting off the bus. I felt uneasy when I got off the bus. I got out of the car slowly, my heart pounding.
Because I'm not going to play ball, but to have surgery!
After the formalities, we will have the operation.
The operation began and I lay motionless on the operating table. I can't calm down for a moment.
The most restless is my mother. Mother sat anxiously outside the operating room, worried that the operation would not succeed.
In the past half an hour. The operation completed successfully. The doctor carried me out of my sleep.
My mother saw it. She rushed to me first, took me away from the doctor, and then rushed to the ward on the third floor from the 1 1 building.
Mother gently carried me to the hospital bed and sighed deeply. When I woke up, I could see from her anxious eyes that she cared about me.
I remember when I was discharged from the hospital, my mother was packing up daily necessities, and I sat on the bed like a monk. Suddenly, I saw the quilt soaked in red.
The wound is bleeding. Mother called the doctor at once. The doctor said it was nothing serious. Mom was relieved. ...
How well this poem is written, "but how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I have three wisps of spring scenery"! Mother's love, like the sunshine in spring, brings endless warmth to my grass.
Thinking of this, I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, I love you!" " "
Mom, I love you. My mother always said that I was the happiest child in the world. Because I have a good father.
Every night when I sleep, as long as I feel a little hot, I will kick off the quilt, sleep so soundly that I won't notice it at all, and I will fall off the bed because of the heat. Dad gets up two or three times every night to check if I kicked the quilt and fell out of bed.
I remember once, I fell to the ground again, and suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms carry me to the bed from the ground, help me to cover the quilt, and whispered to me, "Go to sleep, don't catch cold." I opened my eyes and saw that it was my dear father. I was moved to say, Dad, thank you!
I remember last year, I told my father that I wanted to learn magic. But I can't read the Rubik's Cube formula in the online materials. Dad used the evening time to teach me to forget all about eating and sleeping, and took great pains. After repeatedly watching the Rubik's Cube videos and instructions, he kept practicing, carefully recorded the main points of the Rubik's Cube while practicing, and listed the schematic diagram of the Rubik's Cube formula. After three consecutive nights of fighting, my father finally understood the mystery of imitation and learned to restore the six-sided Rubik's cube.
When my father learned about it, he couldn't wait to guide me, carefully taught me how to unscrew it, and let me remember the company name. At first, I found it difficult. After my father's patient guidance again and again, I finally learned Ning Shu's six-sided Rubik's Cube quickly and used various formulas flexibly!
Later, my father said to me, "You see, you have to practice everything before you know whether it is difficult or not. As the saying goes, "You know the depth. Taste the pear and know its sweetness. "So don't give up so easily when you encounter difficulties."
My father's love for me, like gentle rain drops, irrigated my young heart until I grew into a towering tree.
Mom, I love you. Today is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for family reunion. Mother has been busy in the kitchen since early in the morning, preparing to cook a table of' good dishes' for us to eat.
Looking at my mother's busy figure, I can't help but think of everything she did for me: when I failed, she made me strong; When my exam results were not satisfactory, she asked me to make persistent efforts; When I am frustrated, she makes me braver. ...
Today, I want to say to my mother loudly: "Mom, I love you, you have worked hard!" " "Help my mother to work again and let her have a rest, thinking, this is really a perfect plan! After finishing my homework, I quietly came to the kitchen, and my mother was washing vegetables! You see, she was so absorbed in washing that she didn't even notice when I came. I don't know how to open my mouth at once, because I never say the word "love" and I can't express my love for my family in words, so my heart is like fifteen buckets of water-my throat seems to be blocked and I can't open my mouth. Who told me that I am a man of few words! Just then, my mother found me. Seeing my embarrassment, she asked me with concern, "Kiki, what's wrong with you?" I stammered, "I ... I ... Mom, I love you!" "I don't know where I got the courage. I finally told my mother what I thought, but I hung my head shyly at once. I looked up and saw a sweet smile on my mother's face and deep love in her eyes. She threw me into her arms and said to me, "Mom loves you, too." Our mother and daughter are so happy.
Motherly love is like an umbrella, always protecting me; Maternal love is like water, little by little, and it becomes a long river; Motherly love is as warm as tea and as sweet as tea. I am very happy when I am with my mother. I'm glad I got up the courage to express my love for my mother.
Mom, I love you. My mother is a full-time mother. I wear glasses, cut my hair short, and I am as busy as a top every day. Whether it is school or holiday, sunny or rainy, she will get up early to make breakfast for me to see if I have finished my homework.
I know, my mother also wants to be a little princess, not a "nanny". I know, mom also wants a gorgeous skirt, not a greasy apron. ...
Mom, you don't have to worry about your "swimming ring", because in my heart, your figure is the most beautiful! Mom, please don't worry about me. I promise I will be good!
Mom has done so much for me! Originally, she liked to dress herself up beautifully with cosmetics. Now, cosmetics are all dust.
Mom, how much did you pay? I guess you don't know yourself. ...
Remember that sentence? "Beating is pro, scolding is love." So, how much love did you give me? I can't count it. ...
Know that I was born, premature. At that time, I was not sensible and would not thank you. When I was older, I asked my mother, "Mommy, why did I give birth prematurely?" Mom smiled and replied, "because you can't wait to understand!" " "Now, I have been in the second grade of primary school, only to know that my mother gave birth to me in advance because of the danger of less amniotic fluid. ...
Mom, I want to take the opportunity of Mother's Day to make you a little princess, put on a beautiful princess dress and dress up beautifully with cosmetics!
Here, I want to send a little poem to my mother:
Dear mother
Mom, dear mom, if you have an umbrella, then I am the bud under the umbrella, and you shelter me from the wind and rain.
Mom, dear mom, if you are a hip flask, then I am a little flower, and you grow with me.
Mom, thank you, thank you, you know: I love you!
Mom, I like your excellent composition 15. It's a snowy winter. On a beautiful winter afternoon: "Ding-Ding-",the class bell rang and the Olympic math class was over. I walked home with my classmates and only heard the cold wind whistling. A few dead leaves on the tree struggled a few times and fell to the ground reluctantly ... I left a series of small footprints on the white snow, and the biting cold wind got into my neck. I can't help tightening my scarf. The warm feeling reminds me of my mother. ...
One night not long ago, I was awakened by the light in the living room. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw a figure in a corner of the living room. I thought to myself: Isn't that my mother? Didn't she say that she would go to bed after knitting a scarf for a while? I rubbed my eyes and walked to the living room. When my mother found me, she looked up at me with gentle eyes and said softly, "Xiaoyan, why are you awake?" Mom will knit for a while, be careful to catch cold, go to bed quickly, and go to school tomorrow! "
Another morning, I went to school. When my mother and I walked to the station, it rained heavily. We hurried on the bus. At this time, I looked out of the window and saw the dark clouds in the sky, raindrops hitting the ground heavily, splashing water everywhere, and thunder on the roof ... When I got off the bus, my mother looked at my shoes and came over and said to me, "Baby, mom carries you!" " Then I bent down and carried me on my back, holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying me on my back in the other. I walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and turned around from time to time to tell me not to fall. Looking at my mother's kind face and sweat, my tears finally came down ...
Mom, when you are happy, I am your happiest baby; When you are angry, I am a happy person to please you. In every colorful spring, I would like to turn into a blooming flower and bring you fragrance; In every autumn when maple leaves are red, I would like to turn into full ears of wheat and bring you the joy of harvest. ...
Mom, dear mom, a thousand words can't express my gratitude to you. At this time, I just want to say: "Mom, I love you!" " "