That night I entered my mother's story.

1. A short story about my mother and me (short story)

My little story with my mother.

My mother is very tall. Her eyes are big and bright, and sometimes she wears a pair of answering glasses. She looks very gentle and delicate. But when she doesn't wear glasses, that's my favorite look.

My mother is very gentle. She always speaks softly, for fear of scaring others. My mother loves me very much. When I am sick, she will patiently coax me to take medicine. When I get the results, she will share the joy with me; When I sometimes do something wrong, she will tell me something I don't understand; When I encounter difficulties in my study, she will explain them carefully for me.

My mother has done a lot for me, and there is one thing I will never forget: one day after school, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. I didn't bring rain gear, so I was stuck at the school gate. I'm anxious. How can I get home? Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure came up to me with an umbrella. I looked intently: it's mom! My mother's trousers and shoes are wet because she ran in a hurry. I ran to my mother's umbrella. My mother is worried that my clothes and schoolbag will get wet. She handed me the umbrella. When she was caught in the rain, she took off a coat to keep out the rain. When I got home, I was very upset to see my mother shivering with cold.

Motherly love is really priceless. I will care and love my mother more and understand her in the future.

That night, I held my mother's hand and read the answer (urgent! ! ! ! )

(1) Draw a sentence describing the mother's appearance with a straight line. This is how a mother looks old. Her black hair has already turned into white hair, and her forehead is full of traces of years. She is hardworking and selfless, and puts up with hardships for me to study, asking for nothing in return and caring for me.

(2) Draw a sentence describing the mother's hand with a curve to see what kind of hand it is. The veins stood out on the back of the hand, and the skin was like a thin crumpled paper; Her palms are covered with wounds and thick calluses. Her hands work hard for a family and for her son to go to school and exercise like other children. Her mother is very strong.

(3) How to understand the last sentence in the article? I can't be immune to my mother's pains. My mother not only gave me love, but also taught me the spirit of hard work, strength and unyielding. This priceless treasure is the wealth of my life. I am grateful to her, and I must repay her.

3. Motherly love story

mother love

There are always people who support us, and there is always a kind of love that makes us heartache.

This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. Mom is great, Lin.

People who are bathed in maternal love are happy. I once read a story about my mother.

In order to save a gazelle, the gazelle set foot on the bottomless ground without hesitation.

Deep cliff. At this time, the hunter who chased them saw this scene and knelt down.

I think: although maternal love does not have to be at the expense of self, it is a drop.

It is the sublimation of maternal love, the highest state of maternal love, and it touches the world; That kneeling

It is the awakening of conscience, but also the sincere admiration for maternal love. One is the sacrifice of love.

Sacrifice, one is the awakening of love Bing Xin said:

If there were no women in the world,

The world must at least lose.

Five out of ten facts,

Six tenths of goodness,

Seven tenths of beauty.

Yes, the world is only because there are women, mothers and motherly love.

So colorful. Motherly love, like a lamp, is lit.

It will never go out, illuminating the darkness and the way forward of one child after another.

Way. Snow falls without a trace, and true love is silent. Motherly love is always not easy to be noticed.

Just like coffee, you can find it if you taste it carefully.

Love under a cold heart

I remember when I was in the third grade, I came home late to write my composition. My mother cooks for me again and again. But I don't know. My mother worried about me again and again at home, worried that I was hungry, worried that I couldn't write, worried that I was afraid of the dark, worried … Later, my father took me home, and my mother rushed to the door, gave me a deep look and gave me a reassuring smile. But I didn't notice. My mother pretended not to care about me at all and simply said, "Eat quickly, the food will get cold later." Besides, I have to wash the dishes. Let's go Give the composition to my mother after eating, and I won't revise it. "When I wolfed down my food, my mother looked at me and said, eat slowly and don't choke! I thought to myself, didn't you tell me to eat quickly? Mother said, "Give me the composition. "I thought my mother didn't care about me at all. Only care about my composition. Reluctantly gave her the composition. But I don't know whether my mother is trying to make me happy or to win an award and inspire me to write better. Mom stayed up late that night. ...

Love with silver hair

I still remember one time, my mother asked me to help her pull out her white hair and said, "Mom is old and useless." I feel sour when I listen to it. When I pulled it out, I deliberately hid my white hair in my black hair and said happily, "Mom, you are not old. You see, your white hair is so little. " Mother shook her head and said with a smile, "Can you fool her with your little tricks?" Actually, your mother doesn't need you to be nice to her. As long as you hold a little filial piety, a sincere heart, or even a drop of water, you can dye your mother's silver silk, smooth her wrinkles, make her younger and water a landscape! "I quickly defended:" No, no "What? What little move? You are not old. "Mom smiled and said," No, no, anyway, you have dyed mom's silver silk and smoothed her wrinkles. " Say that finish and left. I was thinking alone, * * * What? How to dye mother's silver silk and smooth wrinkles? Oh! It turns out that I have a little filial piety and sincerity!

Birthday in the cold wind

Once, it was very cold and the cold wind was blowing. My mother can have fun with my classmates for my birthday, decorate my room and leave me money for my birthday, but she fled outside. I don't care. I played with my classmates until late at night. When I walked to the door, I was surprised to find that my mother was standing in the cold wind, shivering, exhaling and rubbing her hands. When my mother saw me, she shouted, "Did my classmates leave?" Happy birthday today? Mom just came back from the outside "... my eyes immediately covered with a layer of crystal tears and a burst of sadness. I know, my mother didn't just come back, but never left, standing in the cold wind! I flew over and threw myself into my mother's arms ... At this time, my mood was really unspeakable, including sadness, emotion, happiness, guilt and so on. ...

I live in a single-parent family, my father didn't give me any love, but my mother gave me more love than others 1 times: get up in the cold night and cover me with a quilt; Save me some delicious food; Run for me; As far as I am concerned ... when I cry and feel distressed, my mother brings me gentle comfort; When I can't write a composition, take me out for a walk to relax ... occasionally I will find bitterness in my mother's silver silk. My mother has been quietly paying for me, but I enjoy it. Today, I realized that some seemingly insignificant things actually contain my mother's deep love. For example, a picky eater is actually carefully prepared for you by your mother; A clean and fragrant dress was washed by your mother ... suddenly looking back, I found that my mother gave me so much. But I didn't find it at ordinary times. Is it because there is no trace, or because I am in it, used to it and ignored it? Children in the world, don't be numb to maternal love, give more care to your mother! I once asked myself: What is maternal love? Only when I am in a trance can I feel that there is no fixed pattern of maternal love. Different mothers have different ways, but different ways have the same feelings-selfless love. No matter which mother and daughter (son) are together, they will always be the happiest. I sincerely hope that this article can arouse everyone's love for mother and love her well. After all, once something is lost, it can never be found again. Motherly love is so deep and pure, as the purer wine makes us intoxicated, but we have no idea that it is a thousand-year-old wine. If the kindness of parents in this life is unrequited, if parents are destined to devote their lives to their children, then in the next life, please be my child, please let me be the mother who pays off debts, please let me repay your love in this life with the kindness of the world. ...

I slept with my mother last night, and I said, "Mom, I can't sleep. Please tell me a bedtime story. " My mother said, "Well, there used to be one in the big forest.

A story

Who do you trust?

One year, a mountaineering club went hiking, and there was a couple with good feelings.

When they went to the foot of the mountain to attack the peak, the weather suddenly turned bad, but they still insisted on going up the mountain.

So I left the woman to watch the camp, but three days passed and they didn't come back.

The woman is a little worried and thinks it may be the weather.

Wait and wait, on the seventh day, everyone finally came back, except her boyfriend.

Everyone told her that her boyfriend died on the first day of Fengfeng!

They hurried back seven days ago, thinking that he might come back for her.

So everyone formed a circle and put her in the middle. Just before twelve o'clock, her boyfriend suddenly appeared, still covered in blood. He grabbed her and ran out. His girlfriend screamed with fear and struggled desperately. Then her boyfriend told her ....

On the first day of the peak, a mountain disaster happened!

All the people are dead, but he is still alive. ........

Who do you trust?

The second story

Why are there so many people?

One day, a friend who got off work went back to the dormitory at night and pressed the elevator on the first floor. He is going to the sixth floor.

Fortunately, the elevator will come soon. ......

He went in. There's no one inside. When he entered, the elevator closed immediately. ....

Growth ... go up. .....

On the fourth floor, the elevator suddenly opened.

Two people poked around outside, trying to come in, but I don't know why they didn't come in after watching it.

The elevator door closed again. Just as the elevator door was about to close, my friend heard them clearly.

!

How so many people!

The third story

Nobody robbed me.

There is a boy who wants to go home by bus at night, but because he arrives at the bus stop too late, he is not sure whether there is a bus ... he doesn't want to walk. Because his home is far away and remote, he has to wait for the last bus ... wait and wait. ....

Just when he thought there should be no car, he suddenly saw a bus in the distance ... he was happy to stop it.

As soon as he got on the bus, he found the last bus very strange. It stands to reason that there should not be many people on the last bus, because the route is remote, but this car is full ... there is only one vacancy, and no one on the bus whispers. .....

He felt a little incredible, but he went to the only empty seat and sat down. There is a woman sitting next to an empty seat. As soon as he sat down, the lady whispered to him that you shouldn't take this bus.

He felt very strange. The woman continued, this bus is not for the living. ......

As soon as you got on the bus, they arrested you as a scapegoat.

He was afraid, but he didn't know what to do. As a result, the woman told him that it doesn't matter, I can help you escape.

So she dragged him to open the window and jumped. When they jumped, he heard the people in the car shouting for him to run. .....

When he stood firm, he found them standing on a desolate hillside. He breathed a sigh of relief and immediately thanked the woman.

The woman gave a strange smile.

Now, no one robbed me. .......

The fourth story

Dream lover

Ning always has the same dream recently. In the dream, a man said to her, come, come to me, I'll wait for you. .....

Finally, Ning couldn't help it, so he asked him, who are you and how can I find you? The man said to meet at the platform at the gate of XX Park at noon tomorrow 12. I have a mole here. The man pointed his finger at his chin.

After waking up, Ning hurried to find a friend and told her everything. The friend promised to accompany her. At noon, 1 1: 55, they waited at the appointed place, but no one came. It was very hot, so Ning told her friends that it was too hot. I went to the other side and bought two ice creams. You wait for me here. Say that finish, ning will cross the street.

At this moment, a car rushed over, screaming ... My friend ran over and looked at Ning lying in a pool of blood. When I opened the car door and took Ning to the hospital, I found that it was a hearse. There was a man in the glass coffin of the car, and there was a mole on the man's chin ... My friend suddenly looked at his watch, and it was 12 o'clock sharp. Let's explore again

The fifth story

mobile phone

Xiao likes to put his mobile phone on the desk by the window in the office. In the sun, metal looks lifelike and fascinating. Today is Christmas Eve. At noon, Xiao received many messages of blessing. He read one by one, replied to one from time to time, and then put his mobile phone on the table by the window as usual. He began to get busy.

The voice of the mobile phone rang again, and his mouth was curved and he shook his head helplessly.

Colleagues in the office can't help joking with him. What is the date when your girlfriend texted you again?

No, he picked up his cell phone and watched it. The night after tomorrow is 10.

What a mess! Colleagues leaned in, this is not a blessing message.

Maybe boring people are joking. Xiaosuo smiled and continued to write his file.

At noon the next day, he received another message, which was actually related to the previous one.

Tomorrow night 10

Little cable is getting impatient. He dialed back the phone number to see who was messing with him. Hello, the number you dialed does not exist ... no way, he confirmed the number of the information number again, but it still does not exist. Maybe there was an error when sending the information. He didn't think deeply and decided to ignore the message.

On the third day, at the same time, the SMS sounded as usual, and Xiao Suo was a little annoyed. Open the message, my god. The words 10 were reflected in his eyes tonight, and he immediately dialed the number again. Hello, the number you dialed does not exist ... there is a mechanical sound on the other end of the phone, which is cold. No way!

Xiaosuo decided to go home from work early today, but the department manager just announced that the client called and the negotiation time was changed to tomorrow morning, so the copy he was in charge of must be finished tonight, so it seems that he has to work overtime. Of course, a few short messages can't affect his work. Besides, the boss attaches great importance to this project, and Xiao Suo, the right-hand man of the planning department, is also involved.

The best way is to finish the work before 10. After 7 o'clock, the companies in the building have been off work one after another, and the office building is quiet. Xiao asked for a lunch, ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and buried himself in his work. At half past eight, all his colleagues left, and he was the only one. Desperate for everything, he struggled in front of the computer until the voice of the mobile phone rang again. He felt a chill in his heart. Looking back, fortunately, it was not 10, but 9 o'clock. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned on his cell phone.

There is still an hour, and it is the strange number again! Oh, my God, who is it? Xiao Suo couldn't help thinking of everyone around him. No clue. Forget it. Better leave early. Turn off your cell phone. Xiao Suo finally finished copying. He left the hellish building in a hurry, lit a cigarette, calmed down and crossed a road. When he walked to the center, his cell phone suddenly rang, and it was a scream. Oh, my God! Isn't it already turned off? Xiao Suo paused and immediately stopped to look for the damn mobile phone. The night sky flashed with sharp brakes, and the mobile phone with metal appearance drew a circle in the air and landed in a pool of blood. Once stopped at 10 forever.

The SMS sent by PS strange number may be a death message! Hey hey. ....

The sixth story

hand

Do you like chicken feet? After listening to this story, if you dare to eat again, I will be convinced.

Fang is the big boss. His business was not very good before, but since he got expert advice, his business has improved.

Business is booming at once, especially the chicken feet with sauce, but he supplies ten servings of triazole every day, and not many come.

It's hard for me as a diner. Sometimes I go late and it's gone. I couldn't sleep that day because of that bowl of chicken feet. this

But it's boring to say it. Besides, he has a strange question. His kitchen is covered with black cloth. Nobody knows.

How does he cook? The strangest thing is that I have never seen him buy anyone's chicken feet, and he doesn't have a chicken. What about his raw materials?

How did it come into being?

I couldn't help it that day, so I quietly hid on his roof and opened a corner of the roof tile, thinking that I would learn.

I made it myself. I saw it through the cracks, which I will never forget. I see a hand. That's a human hand. It is still attached to a person.

My hands are mutilated, but the man is still alive. I saw his face twisted, but I couldn't call it out. His whole body.

Skin and bones, but hands are fleshy. The hand was nailed to the wall, gray and yellow, mixed with a trace of blood, still shaking.

At this time, someone called a chicken claw outside, only to see Albania skillfully cut a piece from that hand. He quickly chopped it up and cooked it.

Breeding ... Soon, a plate of chicken feet was delicious, and A Fang brought it out. At this moment, I found him smiling in my direction.

In an instant, boom! I was so scared that I fell from it and fell into the kitchen in Albania. ...

The seventh story

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A couple always quarrel at ordinary times. Once they quarrel again, the husband killed his wife in a rage and buried her body in the backyard.

A few days later, the man felt very strange. Why don't children ask themselves at all when they haven't seen their mother these days?

So one day he asked the child, why don't you worry when mom is not at home these days?

I think the child's answer is very strange. Dad, why are you carrying your mother behind your back these days?

5. Story composition about my mother and me.

My hair is short because my parents are too busy. Which girl doesn't like to be beautiful? Looking at those companions with pigtails and bows, I envy them.

That was when I was still in kindergarten. On the way home from school one day, some naughty boys pointed at me and said, onion, onion! Suddenly, the tears in my eyes kept spinning, and I ran home angry and anxious. When I got home, I said angrily to my mother, "Mom! From now on, I will grow my hair long and never make onions again! My mother looked at me and said with a smile, "Mom is really not a good mother. I promise you, I will turn you into a beautiful girl with long braids. "My mother keeps her promise. Since then, my hair has never been cut, and my braids have grown day by day. Finally one day, my hair can be combed. I was so excited that I showed two braids in front of the mirror, like a beaming bird. However, from then on, every day at school, my mother always got up early for ten minutes to comb my hair. Even if she works overtime until the early morning, she will open the door on time to comb my hair.

Once, I just got up and went to the living room and saw my mother open the door with a key. I know she stayed out all night because of work. My mother sat on the sofa and looked at me in a daze. Seeing my messy hair, she doesn't care about being tired. She came to comb my hair and looked at my mother's pale face in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she were several years older at once. The work these days must have overwhelmed her. But for my naughty daughter, in order to get what I want, I would rather dress myself without rest. I secretly made a bold decision. After school, I cut off my beautiful braid myself. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw the long hair in my hand, everything understood.

The story of me and my mother

6. My parents are not at home, but my sister and I are at home. He went out to play that day. Yes My girlfriend came to my house. I didn't hold back and did it. I was doing it when my sister suddenly came back.

This story seems to end here. What it wants to express is the last sentence of the story. How can I write on it?

7. That day, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally saw the diary opened on my mother's desk. I couldn't wait to read it out of curiosity. ...

It doesn't matter. It is wrong to read other people's diaries, but it is not intentional. But treat what you see correctly. What is right? Suppose your mother reads your diary, do you want her to make it public? Better pretend not to see it.

8. The girlfriend is an orphan. She is in poor health. I sent him to my home that day. Let her stay with my mother for a few days. I put a woman back to bed that day. Heaven/God knows

I almost cried when I saw what you said. You try to catch up with her. She has no parents, and she is lonely since childhood, lacking care and security. Your appearance injected a source of love into her heart, moved her and made her happy. You take a girl home to have sex, make her feel that you abandoned her, and her trust in you disappears immediately. Her heart is bitter and she can't tell how she feels about you. On the one hand, I regret knowing you, on the other hand, I feel that losing you is a great blow to her! If you want her back, then you should go back to her and stop flirting. Have a good talk with her and hope she will forgive you!

9. I went home once and saw someone at home come out and leave. I went home to see my mother. She had a rest that afternoon. When I entered the room, I saw my mother sitting on the ground crying in a bra.

Install a camera and we'll know the truth later.

10. The touching story of my mother and me 43

A little too much. I'll pay to send it to you.

It is late at night. I'm still watching TV in my room. I changed the channel bored, "click!" The door was opened. It's my father. Father looked angry, so he went straight to the TV and suddenly turned off the power. Pointing to the door, he shouted angrily at me, "Why don't you check the time?"? You're still watching TV. I'll move the TV out tomorrow, so go to bed now! " Father's roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Not convinced, I huddled in the quilt, covered my head with the quilt and made no noise. After a while, I only heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area was suddenly dark. When I put my head out, my father had already left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up at the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a dignified atmosphere hung over the room, as if suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, I suddenly felt a nameless fire rushing in my heart. I just watched TV for a while. As for it, I finally had a weekend, and I couldn't relax after watching TV ... I don't know how long it took. Under the darkness, a sense of sleepiness came to my mind. In the twilight, I suddenly heard a slight door opening sound. I struggled to open my eyes a little. In the light outside, a long and narrow shadow hit the wall, and it was my father again. Father leaned in and looked inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he quietly walked into the room for fear of waking me up. He came to the bed, and I quickly pretended to sleep. My father carefully pulled the quilt I kicked up. In the dark, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was standing at the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. Busy family affairs led to white silk in his dark head. The faint light outside the door made a few plasters stuck on my father's lower back appear and disappear. These days, I often hear my father complain about his lower back pain. Too much work exhausted his father, but he still went to bed late and got up early every day, rushing about for many things. Looking at my father's generous back, a sense of self-blame rises from my heart. "Wow!" Father gently closed the curtains to isolate the poor moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion came to my mind. Every weekend, I always get up the latest, not because I am lazy, but because of this little curtain. It is it that makes my room dark, and my father pulls it every day. Looking at the closed curtains, the shock hit my heart again and again. Doesn't my father just want me to sleep more every day, eat enough, wear warm clothes and be comfortable? Looking at my father's generous back, thinking of his sternness and teachings, and then thinking of his running and fatigue, I understand. I finally understand the corner of my father's great love. If you want your son to make progress, close your kind face; If you want to make your son comfortable, you will be meticulous. Only when you love to the extreme can your heart curtain be so bright and strong. The curtain is gently closed, and my father's love flows into my heart from the gap of the curtain like running water, which makes me feel warm and happy.

Affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the little golden goldfish ... I remember going to school just after the New Year in the third grade, and my classmates were talking happily about the beauty of spring, but I felt bad. Because I went to school in the chilly spring, my teeth trembled with cold when I got up in the morning. The classmate said, "Look, her lips are all blue." After a few classes, I went home. Xiao Yan! "When I woke up, I saw that it was my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever. "My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer. My temperature is 40 degrees. My mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave. Then, my mother quickly picked up the cup and poured me water to drink the antipyretic. I carefully found that my mother had sweat on her forehead and rolled straight down. I think my mother must be very anxious. I must get better soon. You can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. I didn't expect to stay in the hospital for a week and four days. You can also contribute. Every day, I open my eyes and see my mother by my side.

These are just references. There are many such things around us. Parents' care is not so vigorous, but what they give you is the little care in life.