My mother lost her temper and wrote a composition.

My mother lost her temper. Think about her mother, why they lose their temper with themselves, and why they are always more heartbroken than us afterwards. In fact, parents' love for themselves is often not an accommodation for you. Is it called love regardless of your own willfulness? No, in fact, that's disappointment or irresponsibility. There are many reasons why parents sometimes lose their temper with themselves: First, parents will get angry when they come home from work and see their children being naughty and disobedient. Second, parents don't rest well at home, and children always make a scene and get angry. If you embarrass your parents in front of relatives and friends, they will actually be very sad. However, they just won't tell you. Parents at home sometimes have the wrong love for their children in ............ This love is a kind of worry. They also get angry when you expect too much from you and you can't meet their requirements. Just think about what your parents think when they lose their temper with you. What should you do? What do you think you would do if it were you? Although you have never been a parent, you will experience it sooner or later. We should also understand when parents lose their temper.

When I think of my mother, I have countless words to say, but I don't know how to say them, so I have to start from afar. Everyone says I look like my father, but I don't think so myself, but my hair is thick, dark and rich, and it is undoubtedly like my mother. Mom has lost a lot of hair in recent years, but it still looks very thick, which is proof of a large base. Emperor Qianlong made a pure gold pagoda to let his mother's hair fall off, and even the filial piety shone, which a poor student like me could not afford to learn. People go to school in other places, so my mother can't go back to cook a bowl of longevity noodles on her birthday. She can probably dye her hair when she comes home in winter vacation. Earlier, I sometimes took on the task of plucking my mother's white hair. Later, I couldn't pull it out, so I kept pace with the times in terms of methods. Although my mother complained that I was unskilled and dyed slowly, she still praised me for dyeing well. It's a little sad to say this. This is not my intention at all. I don't know why I'm here. In fact, my mother is very young, and people don't believe that she has a daughter as big as me. In the long years, she told me and my dad countless times with undisguised pride. When I was older, I knew how to provide an immediate echo of flattery, but my father wouldn't cooperate like me.

My mother is not only obviously young, although she often shouts at home, and lists all kinds of evidence. In fact, she is busier at work than when she was young, and people seem to love to buy and wear new clothes than when she was young. My father joked: "I love dressing up more than my daughter, * * * * * * *, and my mother won't care." Every time I come back from the street, no matter how tired I am, I always have the spirit to turn on the light, try on new clothes in the mirror and find out the old ones to match. I despise my laziness in trying on clothes on the sofa, forcing me to learn from her and change clothes for her. That's all. If you are happy when you come back from work, it is probably because your new clothes have been praised. This kind of happiness can often last for several days! Even if you flatter me, you can't help laughing at her vanity in public. My mother smiled shyly herself, but refused to admit it, saying, "I love life, unlike you two who are lazy and bored." To tell the truth, I often think my mother is beautiful, but this feeling may be too strong. But since my mother can say that I am a heartless beauty, I should naturally reciprocate.

Writing here reminds me of an impression of my childhood. My childhood was a mess, with only fragments left. I remember my mother had a light blue silk shirt. She dresses well, so she often wears it. Later, the more she washed, the lighter the cyan became. The key point of this memory is that when I was a child, I held my mother's hand and liked to secretly untie my cuffs. I reached out and touched her hands, her wrists and arms. It's so warm, so smooth, so plump, and it feels good to be in close contact. I had the impression that she was walking in the street in this blue shirt, so I touched her again. I forgot whether she stopped me or not, but she was holding the candy she bought for me in the other hand. I also like to touch my grandmother's hand. She was old then. The skin on her hands is very loose and feels different, but it is also very good. When I was a child, my mother's arms felt more elastic and comfortable. Now I still like to touch my mother's arm and rub my face like a puppy, but I am a little embarrassed, so I am more restrained and have no recklessness as a child. But I don't remember how my mother touched me gently. When my stomach hurts, my mother will rub it for me. But usually she just likes to pinch me and say, "Well, it's really strong. Holding it also has a sense of accomplishment. " That's evil!

My mother was very thin when she was young. Once, she weighed less than 80 Jin in college. I was thin until I got married, and so was my father. I didn't like eating when I was a child. I was very thin. My mother said that when we were young, our family of three went out and our eyes were full of sympathy. -_ -_ -_-b… ...... Khan. Because I didn't like eating when I was a child, my mother tried her best to cook dishes with different designs every day. In order to attract me to eat, she also invited other children to my house to invite others to eat, hoping to create a situation in which everyone rushed to promote me to eat. I don't know how many appetizing and healthy foods I tried. Fortunately, I gradually became very edible after I was three or four years old in primary school, and now I am very strong! Now I'm not thin, my mother is getting fat irrepressibly, and my father's waist is out of control, haha. I often hear my mother complain about her stomach, clamoring for weight loss, restraint in eating and exercise. This is a time of year.

Besides vanity, my mother is extremely petty. And it's the kind of petty bourgeoisie that you want but can't. It's fatal. Over the years, I love to watch romantic movies, love romantic novels, like beautiful things, sigh, hurt my spring and grieve for my autumn, feel sorry for myself and be arty. I am ashamed to describe all kinds of performances. Although I have satirized my father countless times, my enthusiasm has never changed. I can describe them as "I am still kind, although I have no regrets when I die". My mother, a sensitive, narcissistic and lyrical woman, was born at an untimely time and was born in poverty, and missed the best season and soil to become a petty bourgeoisie. In fact, she just became a rich literary young woman in the 1980s. In fact, the grand idealistic temperament in the 1980 s went against her nature to a certain extent, so in the end, her young women in literature also did more spare-time work. It's a pity that she is obsessed with the words "elegance", "exquisiteness", "abundance", "distance", "amorous" and "art" and everything behind them. As a daughter, I shouldn't be so mean, but my mother is the cutest fake petty bourgeoisie I have ever seen. My love for her petty bourgeoisie is beyond a daughter's understanding, so I am too lazy to confess.

My mother is still very unreasonable. This is most obvious when she quarrels with my dad, and at other times it is an occasional show. Her irrationality, like vanity and petty bourgeoisie, absolutely disdains to hide it. For example, when she argued with my father, I had to stand by and watch. When I was a child, I naively said, "I have to consider which of you is right before I can decide who to help." As a result, my mother punched me: "If I am right, what can I do for you?" ! That is, whether I am right or not, you are on your mother's side and watching you get close to me! "-enlightened and educated. From then on, I understand that people's communication, especially with girls, sometimes people should respect their unreasonable rights. Some people understand this very late, that is, there is no tutor or poor understanding ability, so losing money is also the price of growth. The general process of quarreling in our family is very stylized: 1, my mother launched an attack (after all, my father did something wrong) -2, quarreled -3, and the cold war lasted for several hours -4, and I lobbied my father to apologize (at this time, I had to strategically ignore who was at fault) to appease my mother -5, my father apologized and my mother put on airs. I don't know how many times I have experienced this kind of scene, so I have no fear when I meet it, and occasionally I will be bored. Because the process is so similar, the ending is obvious. I can only silently sigh that the two of them are not creative and complete their part of the mission. The fifth step is almost without exception-everyone has studied probability theory. Think about it ... as a supporting sentence in the first sentence of this paragraph. Another experience is that it is sometimes meaningless to argue about where justice is. Putting aside unnecessary disputes and making compromises at an appropriate time is based on the theory that the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and it has been proved by practice to be an important means to promote the development of things in a good direction and avoid the damage caused by delay. Some people can only get this important idea through bloody historical facts or cold political theory analysis. They think it is a unique secret, so they proudly say it. I don't believe that they grew up in a family without quarrels, so I have to sigh that some "scholars" probably lack understanding and summing-up power when facing the great treasure of life.

The eighth step mentioned above-aftershocks, this is another feature of my mother, an example of petty. Narrowness of mind is one of the few shortcomings that my mother usually admits. A big truth like "I just don't understand", she will only occasionally inadvertently say it between step 5 and step 6. And vanity and petty bourgeoisie, she is not ashamed of it. According to my mother's own confession, she has been very narrow-minded since she was a child, and it is easy to get angry with her children. She ignores others when she is angry. When we met in the alley, she didn't look straight, but glanced sideways and almost ran into the wall. I have never done such a thing. If she wasn't angry, she wouldn't have so many uncreative arguments with my father. Moreover, words are boring when quarreling, and she always likes to dig up old scores from a long time ago, and jokes can almost be sorted out. Although I dare not suggest her modular operation, I don't know how many times I have lamented this argument that obviously falls into the next ride. Of course, I seldom argue with my mother and only listen to the training, but sometimes I can't help explaining a sentence or two. At this time, a quarrel was formed. Obviously, it always ends with my humble summary. It's not that I didn't want to ignore her when I was angry, but that I was rational since I was a child. Think about whether I can never talk to my mother. Obviously, it cannot and is not necessary. So what's the difference between staying silent for three months and staying silent for three days, and making peace now? Can we count on her to be nice? Therefore, although I don't agree with her opinion many times, I always break the deadlock quickly and give up superficial opinions with a good attitude of being content with perfection and focusing on the overall situation. I am much more sensible than my father at this point. So my mother admits that she is not as good as me, as generous as me, as cruel as me, as qualitative as me.

Hello, my mother!

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1 mother, a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath. Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet. But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."

In what mood did I write these two words-the most sacred and greatest words in the world. In fact, I dare not write this article. I'm afraid my shallow words have desecrated this kind of unspeakable affection, but I have to write, because that kind of passionate feelings are burning in my chest and will come out of generate. Besides, that's because my mother likes reading my composition best. My mother has always said that I am the best gift from God, and it is because of my existence that she has worked hard for so many years without complaining. My family is a little special. We have been living with our grandparents for more than ten years. From the small dilapidated houses in the countryside to the small bungalows in the city, from the small bungalows in the city to today's three rooms and one living room, the ups and downs have never been separated. menstruation has lived in our house for a long time because of unemployment. Some people say, "the most difficult thing to get along with is the mother-in-law." Now, can we get along with another "aunt" However, over the years, my mother and in-laws have never been at odds. The two old people praised his daughter-in-law for being good to everyone and were closer than their own daughters. However, I know my mother's hardships. Heavy housework and work portrayed the wrinkles on her face, dyed her hair white, and turned her from a white and strong girl into a haggard and weak daughter-in-law, wife and mother. I sometimes see her staring blankly with an old photo album. When I approached it, I saw her beautiful youth printed on it. I tried to comfort my mother, but she kept smiling and said to me, "People are always old, and my mother doesn't regret it. At least I once had it, at least God let me have you." Then I understood that on the day I was born, I was all my mother's hope and motivation. She can work silently for decades because she loves me and her family. I was moved by my mother's broad love. I have no reason and can't not return all my love. When I was a child, whenever Mother's Day came, I always bought my mother a small gift, and whenever I mysteriously held the gift from behind, my mother was so happy that she would excitedly show off to her colleagues "My daughter bought it for me"! When my colleagues cast envious eyes, my mother's smile became more brilliant. In my opinion, this is the happiest and most beautiful expression in the world. When I grow up and study hard, I won't buy my mother any more presents. I will prove my love with excellent results and practical actions. At this time, I can still see my mother's bright smiling face. My mother's heart and mine are closely linked. I never have any secrets in front of her. My mother knows everything about me. She never objects to my dating boys, because she trusts me completely, and she knows that I never do anything to disappoint her. I am often deeply proud of having such a happy mother. After living on campus, I seldom see my mother. I always strongly say to my family and classmates, "I don't want home!" " "But every time my mother comes, I get excited for several days. It's a late autumn morning. My mother came to see me at school very early, wearing thin clothes and shivering in the cold wind, but the care in her eyes was still so eager and warm. My mother brought me hot boiled eggs and freshly baked bean paste buns, and she didn't even care about her own dishes in order to catch up. She looked at me, speechless. My mother said eagerly, "Don't become speechless. "Besides, it's cold, put on more clothes and take care of yourself-"I don't remember how I waved goodbye to my mother, but through my tears, I saw her figure drifting away-I stood in the autumn wind and cried helplessly. I really want to leave my mother, even if I stay one more second! My strong "lie" turned out to be just lying to myself. It turns out that my thoughts about my mother have never stopped! Mother is a poem that can never be written. Mother is a song that can never be sung. It is as deep as the maternal love of the ocean, and I can never repay it all my life!

People say I look like my father, with the same face, the same smile and the same curly hair, so that when people see me, they always say, "You are XXX's daughter!" " "I nodded, and then I heard him say," Father and daughter are so alike! " "I silently smiled and raised my hand and studied it carefully. Yes, only these hands were given by my mother. My mother's hands are almost exactly the same as mine, with slender fingers and wide nails, which seems to have the same connotation in the middle. However, my mother's hands are whiter and older than mine. From her slender fingertips, I saw all my mother's years and her hard life. According to my mother, my mother's family belongs to a medium-sized family, but she has done all kinds of farm work and housework.

From my mother's hand, I saw her diligence. She never rests when she has nothing to do. She always has to find something to do housework. She does all the housework, but she never complains and works hard. Even when she was ill, we didn't let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I came home from school and saw a clean home, everything became so neat and orderly that I had to admire my mother. I remember one time when my house was decorated, the decoration workers left dust all over the house, and my mother watched a layer of dust fall on the floor. Without saying anything, she picked up the cleaning tools and began to clean until there was no dust left. We advised her to rest. As soon as she sat down, she soon fell asleep My father and I looked at my sleeping mother, and we were very unhappy.

Since I am sensible, my mother seldom gives me lessons. She always said that she should be sensible when she grows up. Don't always let others worry about you. If I do something wrong, my mother just reminds me with her eyes, and then I will correct it and apologize to my mother. My mother just corrected my mistakes, asked me to correct them, and seldom blamed me. My mother is also very simple. She never wears jewelry such as pearl necklaces, nor does she go shopping all day to buy brand-name clothes and shoes like many aunts. She always said that clothes don't need to be so expensive, what necklaces and brand-name clothes to wear are just to save face, which is too extravagant! Mother's personality is also very easy-going. She never quarrels with anyone, she always puts up with it. As the saying goes, more is better than less, so mother is always silent. Mom is fine, too. She said that if others are sincere to you, you should also be sincere to others, so as to get along well.

I always remember this sentence, so I have many close friends. This credit is still the mother's. I haven't inherited much of my mother's qualities so far. I am ashamed and guilty, but I will concentrate on confessing what my mother taught me and face life bravely!

Motherly love is selfless, and every mother has devoted her love and all her energy to our delicate seedlings. And this kind of love with infinite power will be inadvertently revealed in life.

Before, I was an ignorant child. Turn a blind eye to the care of mom and dad Before going out to school, my mother will tidy up my clothes, fill the kettle, and then watch me leave; When I come home from school, my mother always nags and asks, "Are you full for lunch?" Do you get enough sleep in the afternoon? (I have a small table at noon) How about studying? ..... "I usually turn a deaf ear or deal with the last sentence impatiently after a hard day's work.

But one day, I read a story and was deeply moved. The name of the story is: "Mom, I have been looking for you for a long time."

This is a true story that happened in Germany. Debbie is a 9-year-old orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Because he had never seen his mother since he was a child, he tried to help others in order to express his love for his mother. For every person he helps, let him help ten people. He thought that one day his mother would get help from others in this way of love transmission. His deep love for his mother touched the whole of Germany, and people launched the "Ten Good Things" action, and Derby became a small celebrity in Germany. Unfortunately, however, Derby was assassinated. On his deathbed, countless German women pretended to be Derby's mother to satisfy his desire to see her. Finally, Derby left this world safely holding the hand of "mother".

Little Derby has never met his mother, but he loves her so much that it is a kind of happiness for him to help her. A child who has never seen his mother still has such deep love for her, not to mention the happy baby who snuggles in her arms every day. From then on, I am no longer too lazy to listen to my mother's nagging, and often help my mother do what she can.

Cherish the happiness we have now! What is maternal love? Motherly love is mother's nagging about the little things in our lives.

It is a strict requirement for our study and growth. She was happier than you when she won the prize, and more anxious than you when her grades dropped. She gives you all the meat when eating, and the only umbrella will cover your head when it rains. Mom is so great and selfless, so considerate and generous. No matter how big your mistake is, the door to go home is always open for you. When we have maternal love, we often don't know how to cherish it. My mother feels bad, but we think it's right to be good to us. However, we keep my mother's "beating" and "scolding" in mind and hold a grudge. We don't understand that beating and cursing is another manifestation of maternal love.

Be kind to your mother and cherish her love, appreciation and feelings. She will make every child unforgettable.

There are two mothers in my life: one is the biological mother who gave me life, and the other is the mother who gave me an intellectual soul-Teacher Qi. There is a deep affection between my mother and me, and I have always been with her. It is only a teacher-student relationship in name, but I have to confess: I have been with me all the time, although only teachers and students, but we are bosom friends stronger than affection, and my heart will never hide from her-a better person than my mother!

Whenever the night is quiet and sleepy, the teacher's kindness, voice and smile can't help floating in front of us.

I still remember that when I first arrived at school, the teacher not only often asked me to answer questions in class, but also took out my spare time to explain them to me seriously. In this way, time and time again, my grades advanced by leaps and bounds, and I won the "laurel" in the final exam. My classmates all say that I am talented, but only I know it. This enviable achievement is bought with the teacher's rest time. Teacher, I will never forget your feelings!

I remember that teacher's birthday, the whole class spontaneously chipped in to buy a big birthday cake. On the teacher's birthday, the monitor went downstairs to the teacher's office and asked the teacher to go upstairs. When the teacher knocked at the door, the whole class held their breath and the teacher gently pushed the door open. "Silk-,Silk-"Two female students stood on both sides of the classroom, holding flowers in their left hand and ribbons in their right hand, spraying them on the teacher. Then, the class stood up. Everyone wishes the teacher a happy birthday. The teacher's ceiling is covered with greetings. The monitor lifted the cake that had been hidden for a long time to the podium table, opened the box and asked the teacher to cut the cake for us. Students send blessings and gifts to teachers one after another. Before eating the cake, the teacher signaled us to stop. The teacher's expression of relief and surprise still hangs on his face. I remember the teacher once said, "Thank you, children. Frankly speaking, you are the most sensible and the only students who can remember my birthday and celebrate it for me. This is my most meaningful birthday in 3 1 year. Thank you, thank you! " After that, the teacher bowed deeply, full of gratitude and expression. Occasionally, a light flashed in the teacher's eyes, and my eyes were moist. I cried for the teacher's words. A strong girl who never shed tears cried, not only me, but also the whole class was in tears. The originally happy classroom became extraordinarily quiet. Seeing this, the monitor held back his tears and played an English song. The classroom immediately turned from sadness to joy, and everyone began to celebrate the teacher's birthday. I wonder if that boy suggested it. Everyone smeared leftover cream on each other and chased each other. Thousands of miles away, you can hear singing and laughter in the classroom. ........................

On Teacher's Day, I missed my teacher even more because I didn't dare to call her. I only sent a short message to my teacher, and the teacher also gave me an encouraging word. Teacher, don't worry, I will remember your teaching: study hard!

The name engraved on wood may not be immortal, and the name engraved on stone may not be immortal; Teacher, your name can be in my heart and I will never forget it. I will always be a student who needs enlightenment before setting a lofty and sacred word!

Ten years of trees, a hundred years of tree people; I'll never forget my kindness!