Women's day composition

Mom, tell me about your shrewdness as a child, how you brought ignorant us to the hall of knowledge, how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how much you longed for us to become a phoenix, walk in front of people and stand in front of people. ...

Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of my daughter. I'll listen to you whisper when I brush my white hair in front of the mirror. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world work hard in your nagging. After listening to your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !

Mother is a profound book, which children often can't understand. Only when they really grow up can they reopen this profound book at the intersection of ideal and reality, history and today, and realize their mother's sincere heart.

Mother is the spring breeze in March and the sunshine in winter, caring and warming the cold hearts of children.

Mother, a towering old tree, sheltered her children from the wind and rain and solved problems.

Mother is the boundless sea. With a broad mind, she embraces all the children and cleans their pure hearts with clear blue water.

Mother, a flame, drives away the cold and darkness for children, reflecting their happy smiling faces and welcoming the arrival of light.

Mother, is the thick land, with her own sweet milk of youth, to multiply, to cultivate flowers from generation to generation, so that the world is full of vitality.

Mother, a timely rain moistens the cracked hearts of children and sows the seeds of love in their hearts.

Mother, roaring wind and roaring lightning, blew away the dark clouds, broke the dark barrier and brought new future and light to her children.

Mother, a boat, carried us through the storm and waves when our children fell to the ground, and came to the paradise of learning.

If there is a legendary myth in the world, it is to raise me and love my mother: life is ordinary and life is hard.

Motherly love, an ancient vine, carries nostalgia for the years and lingering for the past. Flourishing branches are full of yearning, tolerance and waiting, condensing the present, the past and the future.

Motherly love is the ocean of affection. Spring depicts the most beautiful picture, and summer depicts magnificent poems. The broad mind is full of longing, missing and attachment, full of joy, care and hope.

Motherly love is a ray of bright sunshine, which breeds the rhythm of life and warms the soul. Noble sentiments are permeated with purity, kindness, kindness, pursuit of light, faith and ideals.

Motherly love is a golden ribbon, which makes hearts embrace and love converge. History is inseparable; The years passed. Looking for it for thousands of years, the ends of the earth are closely connected.

There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are continuous blessings in the faint poems ... May you bathe in endless joy and happiness every day-my dear mother.

There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, only maternal love is the greatest; There are universal feelings in the world, but only family ties are the most eternal. Mom, your love for me is the greatest, most selfless, most precious and eternal love in the world, and I will never forget it.

Mother, you are like a beacon light, guiding the confused boat home.

Mom, you are like a beam of sunshine. Your light makes all living things find an open mind and beauty, and your enthusiasm makes all living things thrive.

Mom, you are like a cup of tea. You can drink your warmth on a cold night and your alcohol when you are thirsty. Although plain, it is fragrant and beneficial.

Mom, the support and comfort you gave me helped me get rid of my depression and troubles. Your encouragement made me feel confident from helplessness. The criticism you gave me made me understand the truth in the world. Know how important cultivation, wisdom and quality are to a person's life.

Mom, you are a glass of milk, full of your little care. Your short words and slight movements all show your gentleness. Your serious eyes warned me to be broad-minded and polite. Your loving smile has injected impetus into my study trip.

Mother, nothing in the world can match your greatness, and all words can't express your love for me, but I can only repay you a little gratitude with such behavior. Without you, my life will become disorderly and our spirit will become helpless.

Mom, I sincerely wish you a happy holiday!

The loving thread of the loving mother weaves the hemp fiber of the wanderer to shelter from the wind and rain, and the loving mother's smile dispels the cold in the child's heart.

Looking back at Yuan Ye, the green rice fields are just like you. A gust of wind can't beat you, nor can a downpour beat you. A cold winter has become the driving force for progress. If I can, I would like to become a paddy field like you and thrive under your tenacious will.

Looking at the sea from a distance, you are just like it, with an open mind and boundless vision. Under the sunshine, a little starlight appeared. I am that small sailboat, sailing freely in your open mind. When I am tired, I lean on your shoulder, which is a post station for my soul. Occasionally, you roll up layers of waves. Sailing boats understand that this is a test for sailing boats.

Hold high the sky, the blue sky and white clouds are the masterpieces of nature. Your teachings are like this vast and wonderful sky, and I am the eagle, flying freely under your traction. The eagle is looking forward to a beautiful sky, but there are also unexpected things in the sky. Sometimes the sun is shining, sometimes the wind is howling and it is raining cats and dogs, but the eagle doesn't want to leave here. Only the sky is an eagle's paradise.

What a great title a mother is, because your footprints tell your children to be practical; Your smile inspires us to overcome difficulties; Your eyes are the spiritual pillar of a child.

The children's gratitude to their mother is beyond words, and they can only say, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "

Dear mother:

Time flies, your festival has arrived-"March 8" International Women's Day. Mom, at this moment, my daughter will silently pray for you and wish you a happy holiday!

People often say: "There is a great book in the world that can never be read, and that is maternal love." Indeed, your love for me is everywhere and endless. Every time I come home from school, it is always your concern that greets me; After every exam, I always get your sincere encouragement ... bathed in warm maternal love, and the days pass by, while I am in daily growing, but you are getting old day by day.

Looking back, your face has been engraved with vicissitudes in the ruthlessness of the years, which is a memorial left by the suffering years. You raised our sister through hard work. When it comes to recalling the past, my mother is always silent first, and then she talks about the past, the sufferings that are unclear and unclear! The difference is that today's mother always has a smile on her face after talking about the past, which is a manifestation of getting out of the predicament and being satisfied with her present life.

With the passage of time, the memory of childhood has long gone, however, your innocent teaching has been lingering in my mind. You always say, "I can only be your steering wheel." If you want to succeed, you can only rely on yourself, so you must learn to be independent and find the beacon of life by yourself. "

Every post station on the road to growth, facing the failure of the exam and the split of friendship, makes me feel lonely. And you, always carefully enlighten me. : "There is no banquet that never ends." This separation is for the next better meeting. "It's very considerate of you to let me know that this separation means better grasping the joy of meeting again.

Unconsciously, the deep maternal love has already penetrated into every bit of my life, and you have propped up a blue sky for me with those ordinary hands.

It is often said that the greatest love in the world is maternal love. Indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless and great. I respect my mother and her mother understands me. It is this sincere respect and valuable understanding that produces this beautiful love.

It is often said that the greatest love in the world is maternal love. Indeed, I think my mother's love for me is selfless and great. I respect my mother and my mother understands me. It is this sincere respect and valuable understanding that produces this beautiful love.

Although my mother is an ordinary teacher, she is really a great person in my eyes. I remember when I was in primary school, my math scores were not very satisfactory. Every time I take an exam, math holds me back. Every time I look at that test paper, I can't help crying out of my eyes. Sometimes I even despair, thinking that it is doomed that I will never enter the ideal university in my life. But once, when I was equally desperate, my mother came to me gently and said, "Don't be sad, son, cheer up." A truly strong person will not be knocked down by temporary setbacks and difficulties. " I looked up and looked at my mother's encouraging and loving eyes, and I had confidence again. Since then, my mother has taken two hours from her busy work every day to help me with my math ... Once again, I got 98 points in the math exam, ranking first in my class! When I showed my mother the examination paper, I clearly saw that her eyes were filled with tears of excitement. In this way, my mother and I looked at each other, and silence at this time was better than all words. I know my mother understands every feeling in my heart.

"Mom is so good!" I often say that in my heart. Actually, I'm not the only one who said that. People who know my mother say that she is a respectable and good teacher. I clearly remember that one night near the senior high school entrance examination last year, I was awakened from my sleep by bright lights. "It must be that my mother didn't sleep again." I looked at my watch again and got a fright. It is a quarter to three. I got up, got out of bed and went to see my mother, who was still preparing an outline for the students. I really love my mother, and I admire her, as well as her persistent professionalism.

Ah, how hard my mother works and how hard my teacher works! I've felt it for a long time. I respect my mother more. She let me know a lot and understand a lot. She gave me warm care and infinite love.

If I can, I really want to send all the best wishes in the world to my mother, to all mothers and to all teachers. That's my heart. I'm a child's heart. I use it to repay my mother, my maternal love, this deep and beautiful love, this selfless and the greatest maternal love in the world!

Motherly love is boundless.

Spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently? Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is! Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother and tell her, "Mom, I love you."

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Respondent: Zhi Zhu ZZ- probation period level 1 3-9 13:3 1.

Today is March 8 Women's Day, and I really want to help my mother have a happy holiday.

When I got home at noon, I found delicious food on the table, but I couldn't see my mother. Suddenly, I heard the sound of washing clothes. I went to the washstand and saw my mother washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go to eat and I'll wash." Because today is your festival, I want to make you happy. ""Can you do that? "Mom asked with a smile." Yes, "I said. Mother went to eat with a grain of salt.

I rolled up my sleeves, took out a dress, soaked it in water, and then soaped it and wiped it hard. Rub and rub, my hands are red, and there is still some oil on my clothes. I have to wash it with a brush and then wash my clothes with clean water. I washed some clothes, and my mother came over and looked at me hard. My mother smiled, so happy, so gratified.

In the evening, I hurried to help my mother wash the dishes. I put the washed dishes in order. Mom saw it and said with a smile, "So this is the holiday' gift' that Yaoyao gave me!"

Although I am more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I let my mother have a happy holiday.

An Unforgettable Day —— Dedicated to the Mother of Women's Day on March 8th.

March 5, 2004 is my most unforgettable day. At noon, we finished eating early, and my mother drove me on the street with her bike. I am so happy, because my mother took me to choose a long-awaited brush and ink.

We came to the town and carefully selected it. My mother watches this and that for a while. Pay attention to the nib for a while, wet the nib with water for a while, and the nib rotates clockwise in my hand. I was thinking. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of brush hair. If the brush hair splits when rotating, it won't work well. I am very excited because I learned how to choose a writing brush.

My mother and I arranged the pens and put them in the basket in front of the bike. I sat behind my mother, holding her waist in my hand and humming a cheerful song to go home. ...

On the way home, an unexpected thing happened while going downhill. My mother tripped over a stone on the front wheel of her bicycle. I only heard her shout "No!" " "My mother and I rolled onto the gravel road. In order to protect me from being run over by my bike, my mother was anxious and pushed my bike out. I held me with my other hand and I slipped off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found my mother still lying on the ground without saying a word. Maybe it's too painful. Maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hand, and the blood was still oozing through her fingers. I was startled and cried anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you? "After a long time, my mother looked up at me and said softly," It's okay. Be brave. Mom has a rest. "I'm so nervous that tears are coming out, and there's no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call grandma, and then I ran forward. Just run not far, my mother stopped me, "son, you don't go back, the road is anxious and afraid, there are many vehicles, what should I do if I hit you?" "Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandma's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, it will be bad! "

I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, and that's it. After my mother had a rest, I helped her lift her bike and walked slowly on her way home. When I got home, I went to call Uncle Zhang, the surgical director of the hospital. When uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning the wound in front of the mirror. It was already evening when mother went to the hospital to sew the wound.

In retrospect, this day is unforgettable! Although the ink has spilled on the ground, I understand what brave, decisive, calm and great maternal love is from my mother's calm eyes!

Mom, I love you in my own way.

My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, her husband and her daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts about this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.

I think it is the greatest wish of parents that children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time if they can't get real happiness. So even if it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knows that her children have really grown up.

Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also studied hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle.

How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can't even knit a rag; How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little.

Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are not many things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere.

Mom, I love you.

As long as I can remember, I grew up in my mother's whispering. At that time, my mother was young and capable, and she was a great beauty in Fiona Fang. Confucius was a saint at that time. Next door to my grandmother's house is a private school that teaches by example. My shrewd mother actually studied in a private school for four years, and the teacher was the eldest brother who was full of literary talent. A country woman who could read and write poems was an enviable thing at that time. I don't know if my mother had several rainy swings in her girlhood, and fell in love with Xu Qianqian's first love as soon as she turned around, and finally married her father silently with wrong regrets. But in my girlhood, I often heard my mother whisper: "One kind of lovesickness, two places are carefree, and there is nothing I can do about it …", so I babbled from an early age and said: There are many beauties since ancient times. From childhood to adulthood, I began to understand my mother's inner loneliness and bitterness, and I became a loyal listener to my mother.

As my sister and I grew up, a bright and quiet smile began to appear on my mother's face. In this smile, I saw a woman's self-confidence, which is the light of hope of maternal love, replacing the hazy melancholy in her eyes. My mother no longer sighed sadly at the autumn rain on a spring night, but urged my sister and me to endorse, while doing exercises under the lamp, while knitting new clothes, shoes and hats for her daughter. She kept telling us stories about the ancients who studied hard to become talents. At that time, my mother was like a different person. My father's reticence makes my mother eloquent. Wherever I go, my mother's ability and eloquence are always impressive. The neighbors regard her as a reputation, but my mother is proud of us. She wants to train us well to show her ability. My sister and I didn't feel depressed in the face of this heavy maternal love, just like bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground, a natural and vibrant state.

Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms and good at employing people. I remember that she told us the story of Ma Su beheaded by Kong Ming with tears in her eyes more than once. Therefore, under the strict guidance of my sister, I practiced in winter for 49 years and suffered hardships in summer, and finally became a well-known skilled worker, probably the kind who is now out of the hall and into the kitchen. The local famous family is proud of marrying her sister. As for me, with the upgrade of my studies, my mother can't cope with it gradually In the face of those math and physics exercises, she can no longer be as handy as she was in elementary school. However, my mother will use the stories of the ancients to spur me on how to hang my head. Those scholars who were too poor to go to Beijing to catch the exam finally won the first prize, which made me firmly remember in my heart that my dream when I was young was to be Meng Lijun. As a mother's daughter, how dare you not be excellent? Perhaps it is my mother who knows how to choose people, so that she won't cry and give up what she loves after losing the street pavilion, just like Kong Ming.

Mother is broad-minded and generous to others. I saw love sublimate in her heart, and she no longer lingered in narrow love. This kind of love went to a deeper and wider place: in that age without sons, there was no future. My uncle insisted on adopting my second brother to my home, and my mother really hesitated for a while. She is not afraid of hardships. It is easier to raise a child than to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this and my family. My mother never vaguely promised things, kindly taught her and expected her son to succeed, just as she did. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will let her brother read as many books and receive the same education as me. Now, looking at her excellent brother, I have to applaud her success. Mother is our pride. At least she is smarter than Kong Ming in employing people.

Winter passed and spring came. After several ups and downs, my mother is finally no longer smart and capable. She is getting old. The old mother began to nag from the inculcation at that time, but when we grew up, we all flew away and sat down to listen to her inarticulate nagging. There was not a minute and a half like time.

When I went home for the Spring Festival, I was surprised to find that my mother was really old. In the tired eyes of my family, when my mother has ignored the hints of others and expressed herself, I sadly read a kind of loneliness, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a kind of fate, just like my mother came from loneliness when she was young, and now she has come to the end of her life and returned to loneliness. She began to feel bouts of pain in her heart and could not help falling into deep remorse.

Oh, mom!

When you were young, how many times did you cross the long river on your way to school with our little bodies on your back? At that time, the river smiled and sang clear songs, and your face smiled so proudly, like carrying a small sun, walking towards the radiant front. Now that you are old, it is still the river that accompanies you. It is just endless loneliness, silence and vastness. But I can't carry you across this lonely river. It will accompany you from sunset to the window in the next month. Mom, don't mention how sad I am, but I dare not tell you.

We grew up under your young nagging. How can we grow up and grow up without your nagging? There is no reason not to like your nagging.

Mom, tell me about your shrewdness as a child, how you brought ignorant us to the hall of knowledge, how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how much you longed for us to become a phoenix, walk in front of people and stand in front of people. ...

Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of my daughter. I'll listen to you whisper when I brush my white hair in front of the mirror. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world work hard in your nagging. After listening to your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !

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