Mom goes to work to write a composition.

1. Write a composition about my mother's work scene in 400 words, my mother.

At this point, it has reached the dead of night. I

Still thinking at his desk, looking for the content of the weekly diary. From time to time, the voice of mother washing clothes came from my ear, and there was a cough in the middle. Suddenly, I seem to have suddenly thought of something. ...

From the time I came to this world, to the time I learned English, to the time I entered school, to the time I grew up. There is a person who is silently giving everything for me. I can't describe her love for me in the world language; I can't find a ruler to measure her concern for me. She, my mother, my favorite mother. I don't know where the bitterness came from, but tears quietly flowed out. ...

What power can make a woman give up the beauty she likes? What power can make a mother grow old willingly? I have the answer at this time, that is, everyone has maternal love, but they just don't know how to cherish it. Think carefully, how much has our mother paid for the family and for you? Does everyone have this willingness to pay from birth? Maybe not. Isn't it because of you that you have the greatest maternal love in the world?

At dinner, my mother and I talked about today's parent-teacher conference. We only had a few words. Although I didn't hear disappointment or pain or complain, I still felt deeply guilty. It's not that I didn't do well in the exam, but that I didn't achieve my goal. On the eve of countless exams, what my mother told me the most was to check carefully, because my mother knew that without my careful examination, there would always be small mistakes. This is the summary of countless exams, but what can be summarized is that it has never brought me experience. I was troubled by this problem again in several entrance exams. I feel that my mother's heart has been hit by my mistakes countless times. Although she didn't say a word, I always felt it. My mind is full of thoughts. ...

When sweeping the floor from my mother's side, hold up my waist with your hands and wipe my sweat every time; Since my mother sweats every time she washes clothes; Every time my mother gets sick because of fatigue. I can see all this. I can really see that my mother is really tired. I don't want to, and I can't let her down again. From this quiet night on, I will soothe my mother's heart with actions. I can't tell you how many years later, you will see a successful me, a young mother. I am successful because I am a mother, and my mother is greater and younger because of me!

Please write your own composition for going to work with your parents. Today is Sunday, the weather is sunny, and I have to get up at 9 o'clock on weekdays. I got dressed early today, because I have to work with my mother today.

The road in the morning is not smooth all the way. I went to her company with my mother once in the evening, and the 20-minute drive at most was extended indefinitely today. I jumped up and down in the passenger seat.

When I arrived at the company, I greeted a bunch of my mom's colleagues and couldn't wait to turn on the computer, but my mom put a stack of handwritten manuscripts next to the computer.

"Well, I didn't come to work for fun. I can only surf the internet after I finish my work. " My mother pointed to the manuscript and told me.

"There are so many words. Why so many? " I looked at this dense manuscript in small print and couldn't help complaining.

"This is work. What are you doing in the company when you don't work? " My mother looked at me a little depressed. Explain to me.

Looking at my mother's slightly serious face, I sighed and had to start working. After all, the only thing I can help now is typing.

I was close to 1 1 when I typed. I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself. I was just hungry, but my mother didn't mean to eat at all.

"Mom, it's 1 1 point. I'm hungry. " Seeing that she didn't respond, I had to take the initiative.

"The rule is 1 1: 30 to eat, so wait." My mother was dealing with what she was doing and said to me without looking up.

I had to look back bitterly and watch it online for a while.

At noon, my mother left the group and took me to Pizza Hut. But I haven't finished eating yet. I have work in the afternoon.

"There will be a manual. Please look for typos and help me. "

Being bought by food, I had to nod, smiling silently in my heart, and spent the afternoon changing food.

The afternoon work is not very heavy. It only took me 1 hour to finish it all.

After playing online for a while, my mother put down her work, packed her bag and prepared to go out.

"Mom, where are you going?" I feel strange that there should be no work to go out today.

"I have something to do temporarily, and I want to go to South Station for delivery. People are in a hurry. " Mom was busy and went downstairs with her car keys in one hand.

Mom will be off work soon when she comes back, so she can go home late.

As in the morning, the traffic was blocked again, and my eyes were sour and astringent, so I tried to look at the green.

Then my mother said, "Are you tired today?"

Of course, I'm tired without thinking. How can I not be tired? If I were at home, I would only need more than 2 hours to finish my homework. I don't rely much on computers. I usually sleep in the afternoon to replenish my strength. Today, this is not the case.

"Mom does this every day." I think I heard my mother say in a very light voice.

I'm not particularly familiar with this road, but my mother passes through it every day. She works every day, gets up early every day, faces the company computer every day, types every day and checks every day.

Mom's day trip to work came to a successful conclusion.

I work with my mother. Today is Sunday. I have finished all my homework. I wanted to have a good rest at home, but I changed my mind.

I get up early. I want to go to work with my mother. I want to experience the feeling of going to work. I know my mother won't refuse me, because she has asked me to go to the factory to help her number several times, but I always don't want to.

As I expected, my mother readily agreed. I came to the factory in high spirits, and my mother immediately dominated me. She first asked me to number a pack of cloth.

It's time for work. The looms are ringing. The noise is very loud, which has some influence on me, but my mother looks down on me for such an easy thing. When I finished, I couldn't wait to check on my mother.

"Haiyan, why did you write so many mistakes?" "Impossible, how could I write wrong? Can't I even write one, two, three, four and five? Mom, you are mistaken. " "Not can't write numbers, but you missed it. Don't believe you. "

Mom is absolutely right. I missed a lot of things. What looks simple is not easy to do. I made up the missing figures, but I was in a hurry. When I wrote too hard, pencil lead broke.

Later, with the help of my mother, it was successfully completed. Mother said, "Haiyan, you can visit the workshop."

Okay, I'm trying to move. The loom in the workshop rumbles and makes too much noise. You should speak loudly, close to your ear, and then you can hear. Every textile worker has to look at four looms, stand and walk back and forth while working, and carefully check whether the woven cloth has any defects.

The air is filled with the smell of engine oil, and the clothes of textile workers are covered with cotton wool. I can't stand staying in such an environment.

No wonder my mother always looks tired when she comes back from work, and she often has backache. I used to think that my mother was a little "charming", but now I really understand the hardships.

4. Composition describing mother's work 1

I have a humorous mother. Her eyes are big and her eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon. Mom is very naive. One day, my mother and I went to the park by bike. Suddenly, my mother's friend told her that she had something to do. My mother took me home at once, and then my mother went out on my bike. Adults are riding children's bicycles, and people in the street are laughing, which makes my mother very embarrassed. My mother has a childlike heart, and my father and I like her.

2

My mother is chubby, with long hair, oval face, single eyelid, short-sighted eyes and a pair of glasses. She looks ordinary.

Sometimes, she is very strict. When she saw that my homework was sloppy, she kept a straight face and yelled at me.

She can be cute sometimes. When she played with me to throw sandbags and jump rope, she also jumped. I like her like this.

Mom loves me very much, and I love her very much.

three

Everyone has an amiable and respectable mother, and I am no exception.

My mother is a very ordinary mother. But she is doing something unusual. She gets up earlier than my sister and me every morning and helps us prepare breakfast in advance. Besides, she gets off work very late every night, and my sister and I had already gone to bed before she came back. After coming back, she began to sweep the floor and wash clothes again.

My mother is an impatient person. She gets angry when she sees others moving slowly. As long as you move slowly, she will scream straight. My mother works fast and well. I envy her. I want to learn from her.

This is my mother, a mother who loves me and an ordinary but great mother.

I have an ordinary and great mother. Although she is not as beautiful as jade, she is also beautiful. She has no heavy makeup, only light makeup, no full and rosy mouth, but an eloquent mouth. She doesn't have heavy eyebrows, but she has a pair of alert and flexible eyes. All these make up my mother's face, which has long been thinned by the burden of work and life. My mother is tired after a day's work, and she will take me home, endure the fatigue of the day and cook a delicious dinner. Mother must wash the dishes and wash the unwashed clothes at night. Day after day, year after year, my mother has been silent and selfless. No matter whether it is hot or cold, she still does it and never changes. From the day I was sensible, I slowly felt my mother's fatigue and her hard work.

I got up early on Saturday morning and went to my mother's room to see that she was still sleeping. Her dark circles are thick and she is really tired. I really want to help my mother do something, so I silently said to myself, "Mom, you are tired, have a rest, and I will help you wash clothes!" " "I didn't want to wake my mother, so I moved very lightly and took all the clothes to be washed in the room to the hall to wash. After about an hour, I finally finished washing clothes. I hung up my clean clothes and tidied up everything in the living room. After a while, my mother went to the hall and saw that the clothes had been hung up, the floor was clean, and the sofa, table and coffee table were spotless. She said kindly to me, "You are really a good son. I am so happy to have such a clever child! My son has grown up. " He burst into tears. Now I understand that these are tears of happiness and relief! It turns out that this little thing I did brought such great joy to my mother!

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". I will never forget my mother's love for me. In order to work, her big eyes are bloodshot; In order to take care of me and take care of this family, she has paid a lot ... Finally, I want to say to my mother, "You have worked hard! Son, when I am older and more sensible, I will help you do more housework, so that you will be less burdened and more gratified. "

6. Write a composition about the mother going to work and the little girl doing things at home by herself. Write a narrative. I walked into the room and saw the quilt on the bed in a mess. I thought to myself: My mother usually folds quilts quite easily. I will try it today. I immediately took off my shoes and climbed into bed, humming China's song "Little Pine Tree" while folding the quilt. After a while, I thought: you can't just fold the quilt, you have to do something else-I see! Why don't I clean the whole bedroom? However, if you want to do other work, you must fold the quilt. So, without saying anything, I continued to fold the quilt. At this moment, a pillow stumped me because I didn't know where to put it. Why don't you put it on the bed? No, because there are already three or four pillows on the bed. Put them on the wooden tiger, right? No, because there is already a pillow on it. Suddenly, my eyes lit up and I saw my father's single bed. There are only sheets and quilts on the bed, and there is no pillow, so I put the pillow there.

After folding the quilt, it is time to clear the table. I took the rag and took the things on the table first. At this moment, I saw my father's teacup. Although I saw it, I still didn't know where to put it, and then I decided to put it on my desk. Then I threw everything I should throw on the ground and started. Finally, I washed them. It's time to put the things on the bed on the table. I found all the clutter on the table neat, and I couldn't put it down. Suddenly, I saw the wooden tiger at home again, which is one of my favorite things at home. I'm going to clean it up, too I'll take the things off the wooden tiger first, and then I can start work. I rubbed it. I found the wooden tiger. I was going to wipe the wooden tiger's paw, but the seam was too thin. I tried my best to clean, thinking, forget it, I can't clean anyway, mop the floor!

So, I took a mop and checked the dust on the ground. I found that some places were full of rubbish, but I wanted to be lazy, so I only dragged places with a lot of rubbish. At this time, I found many small footprints on the ground. I thought, whose is this? Suddenly, I noticed my feet. As soon as I lifted my foot, I found a small footprint. Only then did I know that these small footprints were mine. I thought: What should I do? Suddenly, I had a brainwave and thought: Yes! Why not drag it out of it? At this time, I saw other places that I didn't drag, and I thought, what should I do with these? -Forget it, let's mop the floor! After the drag, I was exhausted.

Through doing housework this time, I think: It turns out that mom usually does housework so hard! I will help my mother do more housework in the future.

7. Write a composition that my mother works hard. Mom, you often comfort me when I am sad; When I am angry, you always make me happy; When I am proud, you always ask me to be modest; When I laugh at others, you always show me the other side of others.

You asked me to study hard and get excellent grades. I don't want to work hard when I grow up, but I want to find a just and relaxed industry. You are meticulous in your life. Every time you come home from school, you will say to me, "Xin Yang, there are your favorite dishes today." Every night before going to bed, you will ask me, "What will you eat tomorrow?" As long as I can say it, you can become anything like the Monkey King in Journey to the West. Once, my father and I went out for a walk. Father said in surprise, "Xin Yang, you seem to have grown to my shoulder." I smiled and said, "In fact, it's all my mother's credit!"

Once, I couldn't write a math problem for you to think about. At night 12, wake up and go to the toilet. After passing your room, I saw you thinking with your head buried under the door. The pen in your hand keeps writing. I am both distressed and happy. I am glad to have a careful mother. At this moment, I am like the happiest fish in the sea, like the most beautiful shell on the beach, the most beautiful cloud in the sky and the most dazzling flower among flowers.

In the future, when you are thirsty, I will bring you a cup of hot water; When you are tired, I will beat your back or tell you a short joke; When you are hungry, I will help you buy something in the shop. . Your position in my heart is as high as Mount Tai, as important as air and as indispensable as human organs.

Mom, you will always be my role model. I will study harder and repay you with excellent results in the future.