Write a composition with mom's scarf.

1. Draw a scarf for my mother. Write a 600-word narrative. One of my favorite skills is knitting scarves. Its soft and small body is thin and long, and its neck is still warm, so cute that I am moved. So, I made up my mind to knit a small and lovely scarf for everyone to see.

I found my mother and asked her to teach me how to knit. First my mother taught me to wear a scarf, and then she taught me to wear a scarf. Seeing my mother wearing a scarf at an extraordinary speed, I quickly complained, "Slow down, I don't understand." So my mother taught me one by one, and I taught it several times before I was relieved, haha, it turned out to be so simple. Then he taught me to knit one row before playing another. I don't know what happened, but it taught me for a long time. My mother was very impatient and said, "You just have to remember to put a needle without wool into the small hole of the wool of another needle first, then wrap the needle without wool clockwise with the wool of the wool ball, and then pull the needle out." Everything follows the picture. " That's it, and then I'll continue knitting scarves. Editing, I, a careless woman, missed a needle and quickly called "doctor doctor"-mom. After only a few minutes, she recovered and I continued to knit. Knitting and knitting, the needle fell off as soon as the hand was loosened. I put it on carefully, but the other needle missed. Just as the doctor arrived in time, he quickly repaired the patient and saved my little scarf.

Weaving scarves belongs to a series of articles. The main test is whether we are all patient. Whatever you do, be patient, just like knitting a scarf. I believe that as long as I continue to refuel, I will definitely knit this beautiful and warm scarf one day!

Draw a scarf for my mother. Write 600 words and draw a scarf for mom.

Every time I see my blue scarf, I feel extremely warm in my heart, because it smells like my mother.

I remember that one winter was particularly cold. On a cold night, I fell asleep in a warm bed. Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of light. "Who woke me up?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at it carefully. I'm surprised. It turned out that my mother was knitting a scarf wholeheartedly under the orange light. I see. The weather forecast says it will be very cold tomorrow. My mother was afraid that I would catch cold, so she knitted the scarf that she had not knitted before overnight. In order not to wake me, she sat in the cold chair at the desk and turned the light to the weakest. The weather is getting colder and colder, but my mother's hands are knitting faster and faster, and my heart is getting warmer and warmer with her hands. Looking at her eyes quietly changed from bright to tired, but there seemed to be a trace of worry in her eyes. But I have a pair of panda-like dark circles under my eyes. It turned out that my mother was so tired that she put this warm scarf on me, and suddenly I had an unspeakable taste in my heart. She knitted that warm scarf for me regardless of the fatigue of a day's work and the cold at night. That faint orange makes me feel in this cold air.

Received an unparalleled warmth, feeling a little bit into my heart.

I got up and picked up the blanket, gently put it on my mother, hugged her and said, "Thank you, Mom!" " ! You have worked hard! Mom turned her head a little surprised and said, "Did I wake you?" "? It's very cold. Go back to bed. Mom will be well soon, and you can wear a new scarf to school tomorrow. "

The next day, I got up at 6 o'clock, and my mother had put the knitted scarf on my pillow. I touched my scarf full of love and looked at my sleeping mother. I was deeply moved! Before my mother woke up, I took a piece of colored paper, cut it into a love, drew a beautiful scarf on it and wrote: I wish my mother health and happiness forever! Your daughter: Yingying. I put the card next to my mother's pillow so that my mother can see it as soon as she gets up.

My mother woke up, saw my card and said to me with a big smile, "Yingying, thank you for your gift. Mom loves you forever! " "I immediately replied," Mom, thank you for your happiness. I love you forever! " "

The laughter of my mother and I echoed in the room for a long time ...

If there is no problem, adopt it, please, thank you ~

In the cold wind, I saw that pedestrians were all wrapped in hats on down jackets, which reminded me of the scarf I wore.

When I was a child, I wore that red plaid scarf every winter. It was square, crooked and rested on my chin. I think, at that time, I must be flushed and stupid, with a simple face.

Personally, I don't think so, because girls wear this scarf, so I don't want anything else, not to mention that many girls don't wear scarves in winter! Later, my sister got engaged and wanted to marry someone else and leave us. To show sisterhood, I bought a new scarf for my sister.

This scarf is very beautiful. There is a big peony in every corner. These flowers are surrounded by pink decorations and long thick tassels. The material is not the kind of cotton thread that fades easily, but the kind that is slippery, drooping and comfortable to stick to the face. Since then, I have cherished things: first, because my sister bought them, and second, because they are new.

Take it out and enjoy it whenever you have time. During the Spring Festival, when I put on my new scarf, I suddenly felt much more beautiful. After running for three days, I carefully folded it and saved it on the fourth day, and I couldn't bear to wear it.

In this way, this scarf has been with me for several new years, and I only wear it for three days at a time. My sister wore a long green square hole scarf when she got married, and I was envious.

Because my new scarf has become something practical. It soon became popular among peers. Scarves are much warmer and more fashionable than square scarves.

I often stare at my sister's scarf and wish I could have one. But because I have a square towel, it's not convenient to ask my mother. In the end, the popularity of green scarf passed, and I failed to realize this wish.

After that, the rich companion wears a velvet scarf and a white scarf for five yuan each. On my neck, I am hazy and elegant. Because it is too expensive, I dare not think about it, so I have to give it up.

So, before I went to normal school, my sister bought me a square towel. In the 1980s, it was popular to weave scarves with wool, so I also own such a scarf, which is woven with the thickest thread and the thickest weave. It was rough and bold, and finally, I became fashionable.

Later, I worked, and I wanted to do whatever I wanted. First, I have a scarf complex in my heart. Secondly, it doesn't matter whether it is popular in the street. There are all kinds of scarves and hats, which I can choose according to my own preferences. This is called "personalization". Therefore, I have many scarves and hats.

4. The love element of a scarf is that it is freezing, the earth is frozen, and the weather in Nanjing is extremely cold. Wear gloves, hats and other cold-proof tools when going out, but I find that one of my scarves is very small, so I feel very cold after school every day.

One day, my mother took me out on a business trip, found a shop specializing in making scarves, and went into the shop to choose. My mother and I both chose a scarf we like, but because we have spent some money on our previous work, my mother has only enough cash left to buy a scarf. She looked at my bare neck and her scarf, so she put down her favorite scarf and bought me a scarf.

After putting on the scarf, I suddenly felt warm all over, and a warm current immediately came to my mind. I think: this little scarf makes me feel the love of my parents, but I have never paid attention to the vicissitudes of my parents' faces.

I will help them do what I can in the future to repay my parents' love and dedication to me.

Draw a scarf for my parents. Draw a scarf for your parents. My favorite skill is knitting scarves.

Its soft and small body is thin and long, and its neck is still warm, so cute that I am moved. So, I made up my mind to knit a small and lovely scarf for everyone to see.

I found my mother and asked her to teach me how to knit. First my mother taught me to wear a scarf, and then she taught me to wear a scarf.

Seeing my mother wearing a scarf at an extraordinary speed, I quickly complained, "Slow down, I don't understand." So my mother taught me one by one, and I taught it several times before I was relieved, haha, it turned out to be so simple.

Then he taught me to knit one row before playing another. I don't know what happened, but it taught me for a long time. My mother was very impatient and said, "You just have to remember to put a needle without wool into the small hole of the wool of another needle first, then wrap the needle without wool clockwise with the wool of the wool ball, and then pull the needle out." Everything follows the picture. " That's it, and then I'll continue knitting scarves.

Editing, I, a careless woman, missed a needle and quickly called "doctor doctor"-mom. After only a few minutes, she recovered and I continued to knit. Knitting and knitting, the needle fell off as soon as the hand was loosened. I put it on carefully, and another needle missed, just in time for the "doctor doctor" to sew the needle for the "patient" and save my little scarf.

Weaving scarves belongs to a series of articles. The main test is whether we are all patient. Whatever you do, be patient, just like knitting a scarf. I believe that as long as I continue to refuel, I will definitely knit this beautiful and warm scarf one day! I wish you progress in your study and hope to adopt it! If in doubt, please ask.

I wish you progress in your study! .

6. Write a composition about mother. Motherly love is always welcome.

It's getting colder and colder. Take off colorful summer and autumn dresses and put on simple and monotonous winter clothes. Girls who wear scarves into winter add a ray of bright colors.

Scarves are the flowing scenery of the city in winter.

A few years ago, white silk scarves were very popular in the streets. At that time, I just entered the first grade of junior high school. Many girls in the class wear that kind of silk scarf. Watching them go in and out with their heads held high, watching them run and dance around white scarves, drawing beautiful arcs in the wind, occasionally brushing my cheeks, and the silky smoothness immediately penetrated into every pore of me.

My ambiguous consciousness was suddenly awakened. Before that, I wore two sets of school uniforms in turn. It was cold, so I put on a thick wool scarf. I never thought about tying a silk scarf around my neck. However, at that moment, I was very eager to have a silk scarf, a white silk scarf.

Walking back along the street after school, many stalls on the roadside are hung with scarves like that. Silk scarves are flying in the wind and in my heart. However, I can't, because a silk scarf costs at least 20 yuan a day. This is not a small sum for families in need.

At dinner in the evening, I finally couldn't resist the desire for silk scarves. Holding back my heartbeat, I pretended not to care and told my mother that girls nowadays like to wear white scarves. Mother said nothing but sighed. Looking at my mother's sad face and listening to that sigh, my heart is still. I cringed at the silk scarf just to sigh.

After school, I will still appreciate those white silk scarves flying along the street. Until the end, there were none left.

Winter goes and spring comes, and it's summer in a blink of an eye. Everyone in my father's factory sent a piece of silk material, which is rare and just enough to make a short-sleeved shirt. Father said he had to make one for his mother. Mom and dad have been married for more than ten years and haven't bought a decent dress for mom. My father has always felt guilty about it.

My mother was busy in the kitchen and immediately washed her hands and touched the silk. She smiled happily and her eyes suddenly brightened. At that time, silk was still a luxury in our family. But the next day, a pure white silk scarf was held in my hand. Looking at my mother's envious eyes in joy, I know that my mother really wants a silk shirt. Silk shirts were very popular that summer. Although my mother is an ordinary woman, she also loves beautiful and fashionable clothes. She will iron clothes in an enamel cup filled with hot water. She will dip a comb in water to comb the hair on her forehead. When she knits a sweater, she will weave novel and fashionable patterns. But because of my casual remark six months ago, my mother resisted the temptation of silk shirts and gave up an opportunity to enjoy beauty.

Tie-dyed scarves were popular in the streets that winter, and no one wore white scarves. However, I still stubbornly wear a white silk scarf.

No silk scarf can be popular forever, but any kind of maternal love can be popular forever.

7. Please write an article on the topic of "Gratitude". Gifts of not less than 600 words walk on the concrete road built in childhood. I only care about the 1000 paper cranes I started making, because my grandfather folded them when there was a moon. When I set foot on this blue asphalt road, I clung to a warm scarf because it was a gift for my grandfather. -Inscription: I often went to my grandfather's house when I was a child. Just then, I was at his house. But I still dragged my grandfather playfully to play outside. As soon as I went out, I left footprints on the wet cement road. Grandpa also left a big footprint on my side. I said, "Grandpa's feet are so big. When I grow up, I want to print bigger footprints than grandpa! " Grandpa smiled and said, "By that time, I may have turned into a paper crane and flew into the sky." I felt strange and said naively, "Then you will become a thousand paper cranes and fly by my side forever." In the days that followed, the lights in grandpa's room went out very late, and I always came back with a lot of waste paper in the morning. I just feel strange and don't care much. On my birthday. When I gave it to me, I took it apart and looked at the paper cranes of all sizes. Although the handwork is rough and even the paper is wrinkled, I still hold them tightly, just like holding my grandfather. Grandpa rubbed my hand with his hand, but his hand was colder than mine. I smiled and said, "Let me knit you a scarf." Grandpa let go of his hand and said, "It seems to be a big one." But I just don't have time and I can't give it to my grandfather. In this way, I gradually forgot. Time flies, I'm fourteen years old, and I haven't visited my grandpa for five years. I even forgot my grandfather's appearance in my mind. I didn't walk slowly to grandpa's house until my mother asked me to see him. On the way, my mother's face was very heavy, and I was the only one talking in Kan Kan. Slowly, I probably know what it is. A long-lost picture came to my mind-grandpa was telling a fairy tale, grandpa and I printed footprints together, and the old paper crane. I watched the last dead leaf fall, and I couldn't speak anymore. The road in front of grandpa's door has turned into a blue asphalt road, my footprints have been submerged, and my heart seems to have been robbed of my memory. I looked at my grandfather lying in bed in dismay. His fat body had become nothing but skin and bones. Grandpa exhaled, and then my mother told me that grandpa was going to die. I felt a shock and wanted to cry. I looked at grandpa's feet. My feet were bigger than his because I was thin. At this moment, I remembered the scarf, and I immediately turned and ran home. On the way, I regretted not taking good care of my grandfather. My feet are tired and my throat is sand. I searched like crazy and finally found it. He saw the scarf I knitted for him, and I put it on grandpa's face. The weather is so warm. According to my own mind, I secretly promised: I will give myself a thousand paper cranes and give them my passionate heart because of gratitude.

8. Write a warm family scarf. Write a 550-word composition about that warm scarf.

"Oh-"I breathed a sigh of relief into my hand again, and my hands rubbed quickly. This damn weather is freezing! I looked at the quiet kindergarten, and suddenly there was a fear in my heart. My nose is sour and I can't help crying. Others have long been taken away by their parents, and I ... why hasn't grandpa come yet? I shook my head hard. ...

At this time, a blue scarf quietly wrapped around my neck, and an inexplicable warmth occupied my whole body, driving the cold to ashes. I stare big eyes, suddenly turned around and saw a kind, cordial, old but full of vitality face-grandpa! I cheered and threw myself into grandpa's warm arms, smiling through tears. Grandpa also giggled when he saw this scene. Suddenly, I saw grandpa's thin clothes and said strangely, "Grandpa, why don't you wear this scarf?" Sun Tzu is so stupid. Grandpa grinned: "Grandpa is in good health and his bones are hard. Look at you ... "I quickly covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

It's winter again, but I'm in the third grade of primary school. ; It's still a long way home. I walked in the snow, breathing cold air and trembling. I couldn't help shivering when the biting cold wind blew head on. My nose suddenly dripped out, my tears burst, and the tears as big as peas fell on the snow on the ground.

Suddenly, that warmth wrapped around my neck again. Warm, familiar smell ...

I froze for a while, then suddenly turned around. Another familiar and kind face! "Grandpa, is that you ... aren't you afraid of the cold?" "How?" Your grandfather is in great health!

It was still a cold winter. I sat at my desk and hurriedly reviewed the complicated mathematical theory of grade six, making a sprint for the upcoming junior high school. ...

Suddenly, mother's scream came from next door: "What, say it again, grandpa fainted?" I hurried to find my mother, and her mother shouted anxiously, "son, your grandfather fainted at the door of the cat supermarket." Go and have a look! "

"What? I shouted, grabbed the blue scarf, flew to the door of the supermarket and saw the old man standing at the door. " "Grandpa!" I screamed and threw myself into his arms ... I'm sorry, grandchild, I was so cold that I fell down and worried you ... His old face was full of guilt. I did not hesitate to put on a warm blue scarf for him.

"Grandson, aren't you frozen?"

"Grandson, you are in good health."

Grandpa's eyes sparkled with tears. "Grandson, you are so sensible ... sensible ..." He muttered.

9. Writing a composition about a mother's maternal love has always been very popular, and now it is getting colder and colder. Take off colorful summer and autumn dresses and put on simple and monotonous winter clothes, and the girls who wear scarves into winter add a ray of bright colors.

Scarves are the flowing scenery of the city in winter. A few years ago, white silk scarves were very popular in the streets. At that time, I just entered the first grade of junior high school.

Many girls in the class wear that kind of silk scarf. Watching them go in and out with their heads held high, watching them run and dance around white scarves, drawing beautiful arcs in the wind, occasionally brushing my cheeks, and the silky smoothness immediately penetrated into every pore of me.

My ambiguous consciousness was suddenly awakened. Before that, I wore two sets of school uniforms in turn.

It was cold, so I put on a thick wool scarf. I never thought about tying a silk scarf around my neck. However, at that moment, I was very eager to have a silk scarf, a white silk scarf.

Walking back along the street after school, many stalls on the roadside are hung with scarves like that. Silk scarves are flying in the wind and in my heart.

However, I can't, because a silk scarf costs at least 20 yuan a day. This is not a small sum for families in need.

At dinner in the evening, I finally couldn't resist the desire for silk scarves. Holding back my heartbeat, I pretended not to care and told my mother that girls nowadays like to wear white scarves. Mother said nothing but sighed.

Looking at my mother's sad face and listening to that sigh, my heart is still. I cringed at the silk scarf just to sigh. After school, I will still appreciate those white silk scarves flying along the street.

Until the end, there were none left. Winter goes and spring comes, and it's summer in a blink of an eye.

Everyone in my father's factory sent a piece of silk material, which is rare and just enough to make a short-sleeved shirt. Father said he had to make one for his mother.

Mom and dad have been married for more than ten years and haven't bought a decent dress for their mother. My father has always felt guilty about it. My mother was busy in the kitchen and immediately washed her hands and touched the silk. She smiled happily and her eyes suddenly brightened.

At that time, silk was still a luxury in our family. But the next day, a pure white silk scarf was held in my hand.

Looking at my mother's envious eyes in joy, I know that my mother really wants a silk shirt. Silk shirts were very popular that summer. Although my mother is an ordinary woman, she also loves beautiful and fashionable clothes.

She will iron clothes in an enamel cup filled with hot water. She will dip a comb in water to comb the hair on her forehead. When she knits a sweater, she will weave novel and fashionable patterns. But because of my casual remark six months ago, my mother resisted the temptation of silk shirts and gave up an opportunity to enjoy beauty.

Tie-dyed scarves were popular in the streets that winter, and no one wore white scarves. However, I still stubbornly wear a white silk scarf.

No silk scarf can be popular forever, but any kind of maternal love can be popular forever.