Write a composition about the quality and characteristics of mothers (400 words for the sixth grade composition)

When I was a child, I was too weak to play with savage children. My mother also forbade me to run around and jump around with them. I never got into the habit of playing lively games when I was a child. No matter where I am, I am always elegant. So the elders in my hometown say that I look like a gentleman and call me "Mr. E". After this nickname was called out, everyone knew that Mr. San's youngest son was called Mr. Qi. Even if I have the name of "sir", I can't pretend to be "sir", let alone follow the urchin. One day, I was "tossing copper coins" with a group of children at my door. An older generation passed by and saw me. He smiled and said, "Does Mr. E throw copper coins, too?" I blushed and my heart beat, and I felt lost as a "gentleman"!

Adults encourage me to pretend to be a gentleman, and I have no ability and habit to play, and because I really like reading, I have never enjoyed the life of children's games in my life. Every autumn, my grandmother and I will go to the fields to "supervise the cutting" (the top fields are protected by drought and flood, and the harvest is the best. Every time the tenant asks the landlord to spread the millet, he will supervise the cutting, and the two families will share it equally. I always sit under a small tree and read novels. When you are eleven or twelve, be lively. I actually organized a drama class with a group of classmates, made some wooden knives and bamboo guns, borrowed some fake beards and acted in the village farm. I often do literary works such as Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei; Only once did I imitate Shi Wengong and was shot down from my chair by an arrow from Huarong Road. This is my most lively thing.

In these nine years (1895- 1904), I only learned two things: reading and writing. In writing and thinking, we should lay a little foundation. But there are no opportunities for development in other areas. Once, our village was "friends" (five villages in Badufan were called "five friends", and each village took turns to be a prince's meeting every year, called "friends") to prepare for the prince's meeting. Someone suggested sending me to the Kunqu Opera Team in Qiancun to study blowing sheng or play the flute. The elders in the clan objected that I was too young to follow the five friends around the prince. So I lost the only chance to learn music. For 30 years, I have never played an instrument and know nothing about music. I still don't know if I have the talent to learn music. As for learning painting, it is even more impossible. I often cover the lithographs of novel books with bamboo paper to copy the beauty of heroes in the books. One day, Mr. Wang saw it and got a scolding. All the photos in the drawer were found and torn up. So I lost the opportunity to learn to be a painter.

But these nine years of life, in addition to reading, also gave me a little life training. At this point, my teacher is my loving mother.

Every day at dawn, my mother wakes me up and tells me to get dressed and sit up. I don't know how long she sat awake. When she saw me awake, she told me what I did wrong yesterday, and let me admit my mistake and study hard. Sometimes she will tell me all the benefits of her father. She said, "You must always follow in your father's footsteps. I have only known this complete person all my life. You should learn from him and don't lose his shares. " Falling stocks are a disgrace. When she talks about sadness, she often tears. It was not until dawn that she dressed me and urged me to go to early education. The key to the school gate is at Mr. Wang's house; I looked at the school gate first, then ran to my husband's house and knocked at the door. Someone in Mr. Wang's house handed the key through the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to read. In ten days, I was the first person to open the school gate. I didn't go home for breakfast until my husband came.

My mother is the most strict with me. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolds me or hits me in front of others. I did something wrong. She just looked at me, and when I saw her stern eyes, I was frightened. She didn't teach me a lesson until I woke up the next morning. The crime is enormous. She waited until the dead of night, closed the door, scolded me first, and then punished me, or knelt down or ground my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I'm not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to vent his anger and asked others to listen.

One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a vest. At that time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yu Ying, lived in my house. Afraid that I was cold, she took out a small shirt for me to put on. I refuse to wear it. She said, "put it on, it's cold." I casually replied: "Niang (cool) what! Laozi is not Laozi. " As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw my mother coming out of the house. I put on my shirt quickly. But she heard this frivolous remark. In the dead of night, she made me kneel and gave me a heavy punishment. She said, "How proud you are to lose my father! Easy to talk! " She sat there trembling with anger and wouldn't let me sleep. I cried on my knees and wiped my tears with my hands. I don't know what germs I have, but I have been ill for more than a year. Doctors come and go, but they can't be cured. My mother is both regretful and anxious. I heard that her eyes can be licked off with her tongue. One night, she woke me up and she really licked my sick eyes with her tongue. This is my strict teacher and my loving mother.

My mother is widowed at the age of 23, and her stepmother is in charge. I can't write one tenth of the pain of this life with my stupid pen. The family's economy is not well-off, and in Shanghai, it depends entirely on the second brother to operate and dispatch. Big brother has been a loser since he was a child. He smoked opium and gambled. When he got the money, he ran out. He ran out and went home to give advice. When he saw the incense burner, he sold it and took out the tin teapot. My mother invited our elders several times and set a monthly fee for him. But he is always short of money, owes money to cigarettes everywhere and gambles everywhere. Every New Year's Eve, there is always a large group of debt collectors in my family, each holding a lantern and refusing to leave in the hall. Eldest brother has avoided going out. Two rows of chairs in the hall are full of lanterns and creditors. My mother goes in and out, making New Year's Eve dinner, thanking the kitchen god and giving lucky money, as if she had never seen this group of people before. In the middle of the night, it was almost "closed" and my mother went out the back door. A neighbor came to my house and each debtor developed a little money. Those who do good and evil, this group of debt collectors went out one by one with lanterns. After a while, big brother knocked at the door and came back. My mother never scolded him. And because it was New Year's Day, her face never showed any anger. I have spent six or seven Chinese New Year holidays like this.

Sister-in-law is the most incompetent and ignorant person, and sister-in-law is the most capable and narrow-minded person. They often quarrel, but because of my mother's good example, they never publicly scold each other. When they are angry, they just don't talk, don't answer, and pull their faces down, which is ugly; When yisow is angry, her face turns blue and she is even more afraid of people. When they were angry with my mother, it was the same. I didn't know this at first, but I gradually learned to read people's faces. I gradually understand that the most disgusting thing in the world is an angry face; The dirtiest thing in the world is to show your angry face to others, which is worse than beating and cursing.

My mother is generous, good-tempered, and because she is a stepmother, she is more attentive and tolerant to everything. Eldest brother's daughter is only one year younger than me, and she always eats and dresses like me. I had a little argument with her, and it was always painful. My mother always blames me and makes me do everything. Later, both the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law gave birth to sons. When they are angry, they beat their children and scold them to vent their anger. While hitting, scold others with sharp words. My mother just pretended not to hear. Sometimes, she can't help but quietly walk out the door, or go to the neighbor's sister-in-law's house to sit for a while, or go to the neighbor's house to chat through the back door. She never quarrels with her two sisters-in-law.

When every sister-in-law is angry, she often goes in and out every day for ten and a half months without rest, with a straight face, biting her mouth and scolding her children to vent her anger. My mother just put up with it, and when it was too late, she had her own way. At the dawn of this day, she didn't get up and cried gently. She didn't scold anyone, but cried for her husband and herself, and she couldn't keep her husband to take care of her. The first time she cried, her voice was very low and she began to cry. I woke up and advised her that she wouldn't live. At this time, I can always hear the door open in the front hall (the second sister-in-law lives in the east room of the front hall) or the back hall (the eldest sister-in-law lives in the west room of the back hall), and a eldest sister-in-law walks out of the room to go to the kitchen. Before long, my sister-in-law knocked on our door. I opened the door, and she came in, carrying a bowl of hot tea, and sent it to my mother's bed to persuade her not to cry and invite her to drink some hot tea. My mother stopped crying slowly and reached for the tea bowl. Sister-in-law stood and advised for a while before quitting. There is not a word about anyone, and there is not a word about that angry face in the past ten and a half months. However, as we all know, the sister-in-law who makes tea is always the one who has been angry for ten days and a half. Strangely, after this cry, there was at least a month or two of calm and tranquility.

My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others and has never said anything that hurts her feelings. But sometimes she is also very strong and won't be insulted. My fifth uncle is a loafer. One day, he complained in a cigarette shop that my mother always asked someone for help when she had something at home, and she was probably always kind to him. This sentence reached my mother's ear. She burst into tears with anger. She invited several people in her family and called her fifth uncle. She asked him face to face, who she had given and what benefits. She didn't stop until Uncle Wu publicly admitted his mistake and made amends.

I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years and was greatly influenced by her. I left her when I was fourteen (in fact, I was only twelve months old). I have been alone in this vast sea of people for more than twenty years, and no one has ever taken care of me. If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.

Lao She: My mother.

My mother's family is in a small village outside Deshengmen in Beiping, just outside Tucheng, on the way to Dazhong Temple. There are four or five families in the village, all surnamed Ma. Everyone grows some less fertile land, but my brothers of the same age are all soldiers, carpenters, masons and surveyors. Although they are farmers, they can't afford cows and horses. When there are not enough people, women have to work in the fields.

For grandma's house, I only know the above. I don't know what my grandparents are like because they have passed away. As for the farther lineage and family history, I don't even know; The poor can only care about the immediate food and clothing, and have no time to talk about the glory of the past; The word "genealogy" has never been heard of in my childhood.

Mother was born in a farmhouse, so she is hardworking and honest, and she is in good health. This fact is extremely important, because if I don't have such a mother, I'm afraid I'll have to make a big discount.

My mother probably got married a long time ago, because my sister is now an old woman in her sixties, and my niece is one year older than me. I have three brothers and four sisters, but only my elder sister, second sister, third brother and I can grow up. I am the "old" son. When I was born, my mother was forty-one, and my elder sister and second sister were both married.

Judging from the family where the elder sister and the second sister got married, before I was born, my family was probably average. At that time, the betrothal paid attention to the right door, the eldest sister-in-law was a small official, and the second sister-in-law also opened a pub. They are all quite decent people.

However, I, I brought misfortune to my family: after I was born, my mother fainted in the middle of the night and opened her eyes to see her old son-thank you for holding me in my arms and not freezing to death.

When I was one and a half years old, I killed my father "Dick". My younger brother is less than ten years old, my third sister is twelve or thirteen, and I am only one and a half years old. I was raised by my mother alone. My father's widowed sister lives with us. She smokes opium, likes playing cards and has a bad temper. For our food and clothing, mother will wash clothes, mend or sew clothes for others. In my memory, her hands are red and slightly swollen all year round. During the day, she washes clothes and one or two big green clay pots. She never does anything perfunctory, even the black cloth socks sent by the butcher are washed white. In the evening, she and her third sister lit oil lamps to mend clothes until midnight. She has no rest all year round, but in her busy schedule, she keeps the yard tidy. The tables and chairs are old, and the copper parts of the cupboard door have long been incomplete, but her hands always keep the broken desktop from dust, and the broken copper parts shine. In the yard, the pots of pomegranate and oleander left by my father will always be watered and cared for, and many flowers will bloom every summer.

My brother seems to have never played with me. Sometimes, he goes to study; Sometimes, he is an apprentice; Sometimes, he also sells small things like peanuts or cherries. Mother sent him away with tears in her eyes, and took him back with tears in her eyes in less than two days. I don't understand what's going on, but I think he's strange. It is my third sister and I who depend on my mother as much as life. Therefore, I always follow them when they do things. They water the flowers, and I get water; They sweep the floor and I collect dust ... from here, I learned to love flowers, love cleanliness and keep order. These habits have been kept by me to this day.

When guests come, no matter how embarrassed they are, mother will try to get something to entertain them. My uncles and cousins often buy their own wine and meat, which makes her blush, but they give them warm wine and give her some joy. When there is a wedding or funeral at home, my mother will wash the dress and congratulate herself-a gift may be just two pennies. Up to now, my hospitality habit has not completely changed, although life is so hard, because it is not easy to get rid of the things I used to grow up with.

My aunt often loses her temper. She searched for bones in the eggs alone. She is the king of hell in my family. She died when I entered middle school, but I never saw my mother resist. "I'm not angry with my mother-in-law. Am I not influenced by my sister-in-law? Life is like this! " Mother only says this when she has to explain that this is not enough to convince others. Yes, this is fate. A mother is never too old, nor too poor, nor too difficult. This is all fate. She will suffer the most. She always runs ahead to help her relatives and neighbors: she will bathe the baby three times-poor friends can spend less money on "grandma"-she will shave the children's heads, she will twist the young woman's face ... whatever she can do, she will give whatever she wants. However, quarrels and fights will never have her. She would rather suffer than be angry. When my aunt died, my mother seemed to cry all her life's grievances to the grave. I don't know where a nephew came from, claiming the right of inheritance, but his mother silently taught him to move those broken tables and benches and gave him a fat chicken raised by his aunt.

However, mother is not weak. My father died the year Boxer punched. Allied forces entered the city and searched from house to house for property, chickens and ducks. We were searched twice. Mother sat on the wall with her brother and third sister, waiting for the "devil" to enter the door. The door facing the street was open. After the "devil" came in, he stabbed the old yellow dog to death with a bayonet and then searched the room. After they left, my mother found me with a broken suitcase. If the box was not empty, I would have been crushed to death. The emperor ran away, her husband died and the devil came. Lotus flames are everywhere in the city, but mother is not afraid. She wants to protect her children under the bayonet and in famine. There are many accidents in Beiping. Sometimes there is a mutiny, the whole market is on fire, and the fireball falls in our yard. Sometimes there will be civil war, the city gates are closed, the shops are closed, and the guns are fired day and night. This kind of panic, this kind of tension, plus the planning of the family's diet and the concern for the safety of the children, can a weak old widow bear it? However, at this time, my mother's heart is horizontal, and she doesn't panic or cry, so she has to make something out of nothing. Her tears will fall into her heart! This combination of rigidity and softness was also passed on to me. I have a peaceful attitude towards all people and things and take the loss for granted. However, as a person, I have a certain purpose and basic rules, and I can do anything without exceeding the boundaries I have drawn. Afraid of meeting strangers, running errands and showing your face; But when I have to go, I dare not go, just like my mother. From private schools to primary schools and middle schools, I have experienced at least 20 teachers, some of whom have a great influence on me, and some have no influence at all, but my real teacher, the teacher who inherits my personality, is my mother. My mother can't read What she gave me was the education of life.

When I graduated from primary school, my relatives and friends unanimously wanted me to learn skills to help my mother. I know I should find food to relieve my mother's hard work and hardship. However, I also want to go to school. I sneaked into the normal school-uniforms, meals, books and accommodation were all provided by the school. Only in this way can I dare to tell my mother about school. You have to pay a deposit of ten yuan to enter school, which is a huge sum of money! My mother struggled for half a month to raise this huge sum, and then sent me out with tears in her eyes. As long as her son is promising, she takes great pains. When I graduated from normal school and was appointed as the principal of a primary school, my mother and I didn't sleep a wink all night. I just said, "in the future, you can rest!" " Her answer was only a string of tears. After I entered school, Third Sister got married. A mother loves her children equally, but if she is a little partial, she should be partial to her third sister, because everything in the family has been supported by her mother and third sister since her father died. Third sister is mother's right hand, but mother knows that this right hand must be cut off. She can't delay her daughter's youth for her convenience. When the sedan chair came to our door, my mother's hands were as cold as ice, and her face was bloodless-it was April in the lunar calendar, and the weather was very warm, and everyone was afraid that she would faint. However, she struggled, bit her lip, put her hand on the doorframe and watched the sedan chair walk slowly. Soon, my aunt passed away. Third sister is married, my brother is not at home, I live on campus, and only my mother is left at home. She had to have an operation from morning till night, but no one said a word to her all day. The new year is coming, just in time for the government to advocate the use of the solar calendar instead of celebrating the old year. On New Year's Eve, I took two hours off and went home from a crowded market to clean the stove and cool it down. Mother smiled. She froze when I heard that I had to go back to school. It was a long time before she sighed. When I should go, she handed me some peanuts. "Go on, son!" "The street is very busy, but I didn't see anything. Tears blurred my eyes. Today, tears filled my eyes again, and I remembered my loving mother who spent that miserable New Year's Eve alone that day. However, the loving mother won't wait for me, she has been buried!

The old man is always sad that his children's lives have not followed the trajectory cast by their parents. I am 23 years old. My mother wants me to get married, but I don't want it. I asked my third sister to intercede for me, and my mother nodded tearfully. I love my mother, but I gave her the biggest blow. Times have made me a rebel. When I was 27, I went to England. For myself, I gave my 60-year-old mother a second blow. On her seventieth birthday, I was still far away in a foreign country. That day, according to my sisters, the old lady only drank two mouthfuls of wine and went to bed early. She misses her youngest son so much that she can't say it.

After the July 7th Anti-Japanese War, I escaped from Jinan. Beiping was occupied by the devil like that year of Gengzi, but the youngest son that his mother missed day and night ran to the southwest. I can imagine how much my mother misses me, but I can't go back. Whenever I receive a letter from home, I always dare not open it at once. I'm afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of unknown news. People, even if they live to be eighty or ninety years old, will be a little childish to their mothers. Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. A person with a mother is calm at heart. I am afraid, afraid, afraid that the letter from home will bring bad news and tell me that I have lost my roots.

Last year, I couldn't find anything about my mother's daily life in my home letter. I doubt and fear. I can imagine that without misfortune, I am lonely in exile at home, but I still can't bear to tell you. Mom's birthday is in September. I wrote a birthday letter in August and half, expecting it to arrive before my birthday. The letter asked me to write down the details of my birthday, so that I no longer had doubts. 1On February 26th, I came back from the meeting of the Cultural Labor Army and received a letter from home. I dare not open it. I opened the letter before going to bed. My mother has been dead for a year!

My mother gave me life. I can grow up because of my mother's blood and sweat. I am not a very bad person because of my mother's influence. My personality and habits are inherited from my mother. She never enjoyed a day's happiness and ate coarse grains when she died! Alas! What are you talking about? Heartache! Heartache!

My mother is a rural woman, over 60 years old, and has been living in her hometown in the countryside. My mother also went to school when she was a child, so she is still an educated person among her peers.

Every summer vacation, my daughter will go back to her hometown to live with her grandparents for a while. The girl lived with two old people in the village since childhood, and was not taken back until she went to primary school, so she was very close to her grandparents in her bones. This summer vacation is no exception. As soon as she has a holiday, she can't wait to go to the countryside

On a Sunday, my wife and I had a rest, so we went back to our hometown to visit them. To my great surprise, my mother began to learn English under the guidance of my daughter. ...

After lunch that day, the family sat next to the electric fan, and the daughter said, "Grandma, review the words you have learned again."

Mom said, "Yes, you can ask questions."

The daughter first asked, "Snake, what did the snake say?"

Mother thought for a moment and said to herself, "Snake? Oh, yes. The snake fell ill, was not cured, and died in internal medicine. Yes, snakes say' dead medicine', snakes! "

The daughter smiled and said, "Grandma is really smart, add ten points!" " "

I was talking to my father. I was very happy to hear their conversation. I said, "What is this?" I don't want to be immediately replied by my daughter: "Don't laugh at grandma!"

As soon as I saw the posture-my mother looked pious and my daughter seemed to be a little teacher, I quickly said, "No kidding, no kidding." Go on, go on! "

So the daughter asked again: "Book."

Mom replied, "Books-yes, they are used to make up lessons. Make up lessons, books! " It sounds like mom's answer is firm.

The daughter's question continued: "Mouse."

Mother replied, "The cat is dead."

The wife next to him asked happily, "Mom, what do you mean?"

Mother said, "the cat died, isn't there only one mouse left?" ? So I said "mouse" and pronounced "the cat is dead", mouse! What? Wrong? "

The wife said, "No, that's right, that's right." Clapped his hands.

At this moment, the daughter spoke: "Mom and Dad, you don't know, Grandma loves learning English. I mainly taught her some nouns these days ... Grandma, why did you say' dragon' again? "

"Lagan, Dragan!" This time, my mother answered without thinking, explaining: "The dragon is the symbol and foundation of our Chinese nation, so if you want to hold it, just say' uproot'."

Oh, my God! I can really think of this old lady. Any word she thinks of will be compiled into a short story.

Next, the daughter actually asked her grandmother "See you tomorrow". Unexpectedly, my mother's answer made my wife and I laugh on the spot. I saw my mother think for a moment and read aloud, "Who stole the cat meat again?" ! "

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On the way back to the city, my wife and I recalled the interesting scenes of their grandparents and grandchildren learning English. The wife said, "I didn't expect my mother to be really funny."

I said, "Yeah. I won't fall in second place in this English study, mainly because they are very happy together, and I am relieved ... "