Mama's composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe that writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my composition about my mother for reference only. Let's have a look. Composition about Mom 1

In the summer afternoon, cicadas are like weaving, and I am alone at home casually tidying up the desktop. A photo suddenly fell from an old book. I leaned over and picked it up. It was a young girl of about twenty-five years old, smiling at me.

This should be an old photo of my mother before. That's right. She is a beautiful woman with fine features, white skin and no glasses.

Look at her now. There are several wrinkles on her forehead and crow's feet around her eyes. Her plump cheeks are thin and gaunt, and she always wears two deep bags under her eyes. Her eyes are always shining with tired eyes, and her beautiful black hair is slightly gray. The whole person has been reshaped by years.

My mother is forty now. It is impossible to get old so quickly just by years. I know, the real reason lies with me.

Mom always said that I never let her worry for a moment. Also, since I was a child, I have been careless and heartless. My mother has always been behind me to help me clean up and remind me what to do. I have to work while taking care of me. Dad can only come back once every weekend, and the family is all cleaned up by her alone. It's strange for a person to carry such a heavy burden and not grow old!

Now life is the same. I have cram school every night. When I go home at night, everyone is exhausted and I have to cook for me. In the morning, I have to get up at six o'clock, but she can't sleep well and can't sleep for long.

Up to now, I haven't received a word of gratitude or a caring greeting. I want to say, "Mom, thanks!" Composition about Mom 2

I have a dear mother, who has a pair of big eyes and a little spot on her face. There is also a pair of long legs, lying in bed at night and loving to pat the belly.

Mom's personality is sometimes very irritable. Every time I disobey, my mother will lose her temper. Give an example. On December 25th, 2xx, I went to dinner with my father, my mother and my father's friends. When my mother took me to the bathroom, I happened to float across the bar. I saw a bottle of green apple drink. The exquisite shape made my mouth water. I told my mother that I wanted it, but my mother refused, so I spilled it. My mother suddenly got angry and pinched my palm. Looking at my mother's fire-breathing eyes, I had to shut up. When I went to the bathroom, I felt my palm hurt, so I put my hand out and looked: Ah! My palm was pinched by my mother, and it is still bleeding! I endured the pain and came home. As soon as I entered the room, I started crying. My father felt sorry for me and blamed my mother. My mother also said regretfully, "I didn't expect it to be so serious ..."

I looked at my mother's distressed appearance and thought, "My mother is doing me good, too. I was not allowed to drink this day because I was afraid of my bad teeth. So I slowly forgave my mother.

This is my mother. She is beautiful, kind and selfless. If there is less domestic violence and more smiles in the future, she will become the most perfect mother in the world. Composition 3

My mother is not too tall, well-proportioned, with bright black hair and a pair of eyes like black gems below, which always know all my "secrets". My mother's skin is fair and her facial features are correct. She is the "goddess" in my father's and mine.

My mother loves me very much. When she comes to pick me up after school, she always brings some delicious cakes or my favorite dishes such as duck tongue and ribs. Later, I learned that my mother's colleagues gave it to her, but my mother couldn't bear to eat it, so she kept it for me when I picked me up after school. I was so touched that the snacks became extra sweet and delicious.

My mother breaks my heart for me every day, sending me to school and picking me up from school, washing and cooking for me every day, and helping me with my homework. My mother will also put the clothes I want to wear the next day on my bedside, so as not to rummage around for clothes the next day. My mother takes care of me like this every day.

Actually, my mother is quite annoying sometimes. She always doesn't let me watch TV, play computer games, watch cartoons for a long time, and even talk about my food ... It really annoys me! But in fact, I know that my mother will treat me so severely because she loves me, cares about me and is good for me. I feel very happy to have such a good mother. Composition 4 about my mother

One thing, my mother showed me deep love, but I didn't understand my mother's love …

I remember that Sunday, I was at home alone with my mother, just like before. I got up early in the morning to do my homework, and then my mother got up late, but by then I had finished my homework and was watching TV.

My mother was very angry when she checked my math homework. After checking it for me, she asked me to correct it. After I corrected some careless questions, my mother told me some questions that I really couldn't, or could, or thought wrong. However, when my mother speaks, some people are more or less incomprehensible. My mother will be angry. When my mother is angry, I can't understand them. As a result, my mother was very angry. Don't even teach me questions. However, sometimes I persist, and my mother finally tells me some questions, but I still have to think for myself. There is no way out, you can only use your own unique skills, use your mobile phone! I look up all kinds of things online, sometimes I can't find them, so I have to ask my mother again. If my mother still doesn't pay me, I can only look up books and finish reading them. At lunch, my mother always calmly admitted her mistakes to me, told me some truth and checked the questions she couldn't do just now.

My mother studies very hard, and she can always be my best friend at other times. This is the love my mother brought me. In a word, it is: "Father's love for mother's love is immeasurable." Composition about Mom 5

Childhood memories are like a string of pearls scattered on the ground. There is always one that you will never find. Where is it? That one will always be in your heart.

I still remember that it was a sunny morning. I wore a long sleeve and walked happily to the campus. The spring breeze is coming, and the afterglow of the sun hits the leaves, which is particularly beautiful, and the shadow of the leaves flashes on the ground. At noon, the sun is spinning overhead, and the hot weather always hangs over the whole campus.

at noon, the warm spring breeze in the morning gradually becomes manic, which is no longer the spring breeze in the morning. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the fallen leaves on the trees are blown off one by one, and the campus has changed into the creation of fallen leaves. I sat in the classroom, vaguely worried: the wind is so strong, will it be too cold on the way home? Looking at the falling leaves outside the window, I am worried.

In the evening, the manic wind is still raging on campus. I rubbed my arms with my cold hands to make them warmer, but it didn't help. I walked out of the school gate sadly, and a familiar figure stood at the entrance of the campus in the vast sea of people. I squinted carefully and saw that it was-mom. My mother's messy hair was flying in the wind, and her rough hands were holding a dress. My mother saw me and showed a kind smile on her face.

I came to my mother's side, and her mother smiled and said, "It's not frozen, is it?" Then he put his hand on my forehead and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I don't have a fever. Come on, put on your clothes." I took off my clothes, and they smelled like mom, home and warmth. When I got home, my mother said, "Is it freezing? My mother will cook you a table that is the best and warmest for my mother.". "Mom said, and got to work non-stop.

it's hard for mom's busy back to flash from here to there. That figure will always appear in my mind, and I will never forget it. Composition about Mother 6

Today is Sunday. My mother went to the fruit shop to buy some mangoes. When I came home, my mother went to the bathroom to wash her hands, so she threw the bag of mangoes into the washing machine.

until noon, I suddenly wanted to eat mango, so I shouted, "Mom, mom, I'm going to eat mango. Why don't you peel one for me?" Mom replied at the top of her voice, "OK, I'll be right there!" After a long time, mango hasn't come yet, so I decided to see what the space is like.

when I came to the living room, I saw my mother turning from east to west, as if looking for something. "Mom, what are you looking for?" "You're just in time. The mango I bought this morning is missing." "Hey? No? " My mother and I launched an intense search operation. Mom went to the room to look for it, but I was wandering around, sweeping my eyes when I was happy and sitting on the sofa to rest when I was unhappy. After searching for ten minutes, I still couldn't find it. My mother gave up and said, "Forget it, don't look for it." After hearing what my mother said, I stopped trying to find it.

where did the mango go? There was no answer to this question until the evening. After taking a bath at night, we threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine, without even looking at it. As usual, we pressed the button and went downstairs for a walk.

When I came back from a walk, my mother went to dry the clothes, only to hear my mother shout loudly. What happened? Why are all the clothes yellow? It turned out that the mango bought by my mother was in the washing machine, and now the mango has been "raw". As a result, all the clothes were covered with mango juice. Mother was dumbfounded at once and had to wash the clothes again. In fact, I think the smell of mango on it is quite good, and I am afraid that ants will find it and have a good meal!

Little friends, no matter what you do, you must not be careless!

teacher's comment: the little author speaks slowly and slowly, and speaks slowly, pushing it to the climax step by step, which is a good way to write. Composition about Mother 7

The person I admire most is my mother.

that day, I was writing my math homework and happened to meet a difficult problem. I wrote a piece of draft paper, and the sweat like soybeans rolled down, but I still couldn't understand it. At this time, my mother came. She saw that my eyebrows were wrinkled into twists and asked, "Is there anything that won't happen?" I pointed and said, "This question is so difficult!" I looked at my mother with eager eyes. My mother looked at it for a while and said, "This question is a little difficult, so it should be changed ..." When I heard it, it was like clearing the clouds and seeing the sky. "Sasha Vujacic" wrote the correct answer, and the twisted eyebrows stretched out.

My mother is not only good at math, but also can cook a good table.

On that day, some guests came to the house, and my mother got busy, cooking soup, cooking and cooking, so busy that she didn't even have a chance to stop. When the food was served, I saw the children with chicken legs in one hand and popcorn in the other, and the adults also ate it regardless of the image. Everyone said that the food cooked by their mother was delicious. Mom listened and cooked several dishes. I ate and thought: Mom's cooking skills are really good, and I will learn from her in the future.

I admire my mother most, because she is good at math and can cook a table. Who do you admire most? Composition about Mother 8

I like my mother very much. She is over thirty years old and kind to people. She can't dress up or dance, but what makes me proud is that she has omnipotent hands.

Nothing is difficult to beat mother's "universal hand". Take knitting sweaters for example. My mother never buys sweaters, but knits sweaters by her "universal hand". The sweater she knitted looks nice and comfortable on her body. Relatives, friends and neighbors all ask her for advice and study. Once, my mother knitted me a new sweater vest. As soon as I went out, my neighbors gathered around, touched here and looked there, all trying to imitate it. I just show them enough grandly and let them know that my mother is a very capable person. Since my mother was transferred to the Judicial Bureau, she has to read a lot of materials every day, which is very busy, but her work level ranks first, which is also worthy of my pride. What cooking and washing clothes are just trivial things to her, which is not worth mentioning. All this should be attributed to her "universal hands".

when I meet my classmates and friends, I always mention my mother's "universal hands". They also praised it after listening to it, and I am even more proud of it.

But my mother was overworked and got hypertension. Mom's "universal hands" are not so "expressive", and my heart is very anxious.

But my mother still does housework every day. I was distressed to see it, so I helped my mother do it. But my mother laughed, and she said humorously, "I have two little hands." I thought for a while, understood the meaning, and laughed. Dad seemed to understand, too, and laughed with us. The whole family is full of laughter and laughter. Before long, my mother recovered from her illness, and her "universal hands" were able to serve the whole family again and were working diligently. Composition about Mom 9

The hour hand is like a white horse. When I was still immersed in a pile of homework, I heard its hoofbeat.

"Xinyi, ask my brother to wash together!" " My mother's voice also hooked me out of the sea of knowledge on time. Every time I heard this sentence, I felt that my mother's voice had improved by ten times. Although I didn't say much, I could clearly hear the sound of the flame bursting, and the curtains were also shocked.

"coming, coming! Don't call me so early in the future, there is too much homework! " I didn't dare to waste any more time. I put down my sorted books, picked up my pajamas and went into my brother's room. "Stop writing and go to wash!" My brother seemed to be startled by the sudden intrusion, threw the tablet on the bed and smirked at me. I impatiently put his book from the desk into the bag.

When I walked out of the room with my brother, my mother stared at my father. It's over. The volcano is going to erupt. "Look at it, all day long will know that watching mobile phones, mobile phones are not your treasure, right? It's uncomfortable not to leave your body for a minute ... "The hot flame flowed to my father, and my father was frightened by this off-guard urging.

Mother held the cup in one hand and put her waist on the other. She swallowed hard and put the cup heavily on the table, and the water splashed on the ground to form a small water stain. I know, although my mother is like a tigress, it's just what she wants us to do efficiently. Of course, her quality sometimes turns into impatience and becomes a walking sign.

once when I went back to my hometown, my mother began to urge me as soon as she entered my grandmother's house.

"Mom, turn off the TV quickly. "

" Guoguo, go and tidy up your luggage, too, and get ready to do your homework later. "

"Every day, don't look at the fish. Go and read the books you brought. Don't waste time. "

Although I always feel that my mother is too impatient and wordy, I feel warm every time I do what she says. Composition about Mom 1

"the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy ..." Today, I will introduce my mother.

My mother is 36 years old. She is neither fat nor thin, wearing a blue skirt and long black hair on her shoulders, just like a waterfall.

my mother loves to boast. remember