Write a composition with mom's hair.

1. My father is very ordinary, but to me, my father is the most perfect person in the world. He loves my father very much, and my favorite is my father's hair.

Dad's hair is dark, dense and slightly soft. It smells delicious and has the unique fragrance of shampoo. But I like dad's hair for more than that. When I was a child, I hurt my leg because I was naughty, and I cried miserably! My father carried me all the way to the hospital. I grabbed my father's hair and cried in pain, but my father just didn't say anything. I went to the hospital with pain.

I can't walk in the hospital with a plaster cast, so my father carries me to school every day and looks at a small scalp exposed from his hair on his back. I feel distressed and guilty, but my father smiled and said that it didn't hurt at all! Smelling the smell of dad's hair feels particularly warm, and it will leave a very warm trace in my childhood memory, which I miss until now. When I grow up, my father's hair is not as black as before. I'm really worried that my father will become bald. Once, I actually found a lot of white hair in my father's hair, and my heart was very sour, but my father smiled and comforted me and said it didn't matter. I was normal when I was old.

I just found out that my father is really much older than when I was a child, and I am growing up! So I smiled and said to my father, when I grow up and earn money, I must buy the best medicine for my father to let him grow black and dense hair again! Dad was very happy at that time, and said with a smile, my heart for my father makes him happier than growing black and dense hair! Every time I think of my father's hair, I can't help thinking of those warm memories that my father carried on his back and smelled like his hair. Maybe my father's hair will really fall out one day, but the warm love my father left me will never disappear! PS: Because you didn't say what it is used for, and you don't know what level it needs, but if it is 400 words, I guess it should be a primary school assignment. I guess I wrote it. I hope I can help you! I always thought my father would always be young. When I came home that day, I saw my mother holding a small comb and squeezing a little hair dye cream on my father's gray hair. I was surprised to find that my father was old. His hair is gray, his face is slack, and his back is hunched, so he is much shorter, and his body is covered with traces of years.

How can a father be old? When did father get old? I blame myself for being careless. Looking at the elderly father, an unforgettable love pervades the whole body, which is also mixed with sadness and bitterness.

I threw away my bag and went forward, took the small comb in my mother's hand and carefully combed my father's white hair. Tears welled up in my eyes. Looking at my father's white hair through tears, I was in a trance. My father used to have thick black hair. My father's hair is thick, black and a little curly. Without waxing and hair oil, it also shows a dark luster.

When I was a child, I used to climb on my father's knee, fiddle with that black hair, tie it into pigtails with my red head rope, then jump down, look at my masterpiece happily, call the children and let them see that I have turned my father into a "Xinjiang girl-many pigtails". At present, my usually serious father is at my mercy with a smile and let my daughter treat him as an exhibit.

When I was older, I learned to stink. Every time I sit in front of the mirror and look at myself, my yellow and sparse hair always makes me feel sorry for myself. Comb a braid, the thin and soft one, which has no weight at all, is often called "gun twist" by boys.

All the cruel ones were cut off, scattered on the head and yellow, barely covering the scalp, like grass stuck to the ground in late autumn. For a long time, hair has become my heart disease, and I think it is the biggest obstacle to becoming a "beauty". At this time, I admired my father's black and shiny aristocratic hair, but later it turned from envy to anger: I was angry that I was a father and a daughter, and my hair was so different. I am angry that my father didn't pass on that black hair to me.

When I get angry, I yell at my dad and ask him why he is so stingy and why he doesn't pass me good hair. At this time, my father always patted the yellow hair on my head and comforted me with a smile: "When you grow up, your hair will be as black as my father's."

So I believe it, desperately looking forward to growing up. But a few days later, I forgot what my father said and started yelling again, so he comforted me again.

I can't remember the exact time. I only know that when I was in middle school, my father had a small boil on his head. When I was helping to apply medicine, I found a white hair in his black hair. "Dad, you have white hair!" I shouted. At that time, I didn't think it was a sign of time, and my parents began to get old. I even foolishly gloated to my father: "There is still gray hair lurking in such beautiful hair. You are no longer proud. "

Pull it out, put it in my father's palm, and then pull his hair and start looking. That day, I found three white hairs. My father held the three white hairs and didn't speak, but I was excited about my "success".

Since I found my father's first white hair, every once in a while, I will help him find the white hair on his head and then "photograph" it. At that time, my father was working in other places and only came back once a month. Every time I go home, my father always calls my name and asks me to help him pull out his gray hair. Every time, I hugged my father's head seriously, searched carefully, and ruled out one by one for fear of escaping.

Whenever you find one, cheer for it. As time goes by, the gray hair on my father's head is getting easier to find, and my "achievements" are getting richer every time.

And my father is always lying so quietly, let me turn his hair upside down, raise my hand with a smile, let me put my white hair in his open palm, and count it after I "call it a day". Many years later, when I found a white hair beside my husband's temple of the same age, I suddenly remembered that my father was holding that white hair at that time, and it should be the same as we are today.

Later, I joined the army and became a border policeman. Twenty years later, I traveled all over the country and my home became a post station. Come and go in a hurry every time.

Write a 700-word composition on mother's white hair.

The night is already deep, and the cold wind keeps blowing. Inside, my mother is sitting under the lamp making cotton shoes for me.

After finishing my homework, I lay in a warm bed, not sleepy at all. Looking at my mother's back, it's hard to be calm. Think about my mother's efforts, pains and pains in bringing up my brother and sister. I obviously feel that she is much older than before, with more wrinkles on her face, more cracks on her hands and more white hair on her head.

On such a cold night, many people in the village have fallen asleep. Only my mother is still braving the cold and making cotton shoes for me tirelessly. She is so serious, so careful, so patient, as if every stitch and thread is entrusted with infinite love for the children. Thinking about it, tears unconsciously shed my tears. I don't know if it's guilt or discomfort, but I can't control my feelings. I covered my mouth tightly with my hand and covered my head, letting the tears flow freely. Soon the pillow was soaked with tears. After a long time, I sneaked a tearful look at my mother, only to see that she was still making shoes stitch by stitch. I finally couldn't help saying, "Mom, it's so cold and so late, and you should go to bed." But she said casually, "I'm not cold. I'll do it tonight. I won't delay you wearing it tomorrow. Go to sleep first! " "After listening to my mother, a warm current suddenly warmed my whole body, and tears flowed out unconsciously. With a cock crow, I fell asleep unconsciously.

The next morning, I saw a pair of brand-new cotton shoes on the pillow. When I wear it, my feet feel warm and my heart feels warm. Look at the haggard mother again, only to see how many white hairs there are in the sideburns.

3. The composition "Mom, I love you" has written 700 words from the aspects of hair, eyes, hands and things related to mom. My mother has been taking good care of me for ten years. I am very grateful to my mother, who never gave up on me in my study, in my life or when I was in trouble. In my study, if I regress because of too much pressure, my mother will take me shopping in Shenzhen to buy clothes. I naturally relaxed and then went to study. Sometimes, my mother will enlighten me or ask my tutor to help me with my lessons. She would rather work harder than let me suffer a little injustice. In life, if I am sick, my mother will care more about me. I'm afraid my grades will drop, but I'm afraid my body won't last. Now I think of that scene. It is really a princess who "clothes come to reach out and rice comes to mouth". But my mother must take care of me and do housework at the same time. How hard it is. But I never thought about it. I just depend on my mother. My mother gave me encouragement and confidence when I was in trouble. Sometimes she tells jokes to amuse me, and sometimes she comes up with the perfect solution with me. I can't forget my mother's care and love for me. My mother's love for me is endless, and so is my love for her. I will repay my mother with my best grades. Because my mother likes to see my good grades, every time because of this, my mother will feel gratified and smile. I hope to see my mother's smile, so I will study hard and let my mother know that her concern for me has not been in vain. I will make a positive statement for my mother with amazing achievements to prevent some self-righteous people from looking down on us. More because of this, every time I see my mother's hard work, I feel novel. But I also thought: If I study hard and find a good job, I can invite workers to wait on my mother and let her enjoy a happy life. I want my mother to know that my daughter can do it and will not live up to her expectations. Because of this goal, I keep moving forward. These are all from my mother. She gave me life, took care of me and cared for me. As for me, I can't do without my mother. She gave me half her life. Not only that, I also want to praise the kind mothers in the world, hoping that they can take better care of their children, just like my mother. That is the selfless maternal love in the world.

4. The composition "Mom's Hair" 700 words Mom's hair

When I was a child, naughty I often played with my mother's hair. At that time, her hair was not only black, but also smooth. It looks like a black waterfall.

Now, I have grown up. I study hard, so I haven't played with my mother's hair for about four years. I just have time to prepare for nostalgia today. My mother sat in bed reading, and I played with her hair behind her. I was shocked when I looked at her hair. How did my mother's hair become like this? Now it's not black, it's light black, and a small part is gray. I combed it. Mother put most of her energy into my brother and me. ...

Thinking about it, I put down my comb, quickly ran to the room and closed the door, crying loudly. I remembered that I had failed to live up to my expectations, and my bad temper made my mother cry. I think I made a lot of mistakes ... now I understand and learn how to repay everything my mother has done.

My mother never hits me or scolds me, but teaches me patiently ―― I failed in the exam, and my mother encourages me to continue to struggle. When I encounter a setback ―― My mother taught me how to face it. I did something wrong ― my mother supported me in admitting my mistake ...

Thank you for your efforts. In the eyes of others, my mother is just an ordinary person, but in my heart, my mother is the brightest star in the sky, shining in the dark. My mother is so beautiful in my daughter's heart, no matter she is 50, 60 or 70. White hair is just an appearance, and it will always be a black waterfall in my daughter's heart.

Thank you for your constant company. I will repay you with my best things, and I will not live up to your kindness.

Mom, thank you, I love you!

My father is ordinary, but to me, my father is the most perfect person in the world. He loves my father very much, and my favorite is my father's hair.

Dad's hair is dark, dense and slightly soft. It smells delicious and has the unique fragrance of shampoo. But I like dad's hair for more than that. When I was a child, I hurt my leg because I was naughty, and I cried miserably! My father carried me all the way to the hospital. I grabbed my father's hair and cried in pain, but my father just didn't say anything. I went to the hospital with pain.

I can't walk in the hospital with a plaster cast, so my father carries me to school every day and looks at a small scalp exposed from his hair on his back. I feel distressed and guilty, but my father smiled and said that it didn't hurt at all! Smelling the smell of dad's hair feels particularly warm, and it will leave a very warm trace in my childhood memory, which I miss until now. When I grow up, my father's hair is not as black as before. I'm really worried that my father will become bald. Once, I actually found a lot of white hair in my father's hair, and my heart was very sour, but my father smiled and comforted me and said it didn't matter. I was normal when I was old.

I just found out that my father is really much older than when I was a child, and I am growing up! So I smiled and said to my father, when I grow up and earn money, I must buy the best medicine for my father to let him grow black and dense hair again! Dad was very happy at that time, and said with a smile, my heart for my father makes him happier than growing black and dense hair! Every time I think of my father's hair, I can't help thinking of those warm memories that my father carried on his back and smelled like his hair. Maybe my father's hair will really fall out one day, but the warm love my father left me will never disappear! PS: Because you didn't say what it is used for, and you don't know what level it needs, but if it is 400 words, I guess it should be a primary school assignment. I guess I wrote it. I hope I can help you! I always thought my father would be young forever, until I came home that day and saw my mother holding a small comb and squeezing the hair dye cream on my father's gray hair. I was surprised to find that my father was old. His hair is gray, his face is slack, and his back is hunched, so he is much shorter, and his body is covered with traces of years.

How can a father be old? When did father get old? I blame myself for being careless. Looking at the elderly father, an unforgettable love pervades the whole body, which is also mixed with sadness and bitterness.

I threw away my bag and went forward, took the small comb in my mother's hand and carefully combed my father's white hair. Tears welled up in my eyes. Looking at my father's white hair through tears, I was in a trance. My father used to have thick black hair. My father's hair is thick, black and a little curly. Without waxing and hair oil, it also shows a dark luster.

When I was a child, I used to climb on my father's knee, fiddle with that black hair, tie it into pigtails with my red head rope, then jump down, look at my masterpiece happily, call the children and let them see that I have turned my father into a "Xinjiang girl-many pigtails". At present, my usually serious father is at my mercy with a smile and let my daughter treat him as an exhibit.

When I was older, I learned to stink. Every time I sit in front of the mirror and look at myself, my yellow and sparse hair always makes me feel sorry for myself. Comb a braid, the thin and soft one, which has no weight at all, is often called "gun twist" by boys.

All the cruel ones were cut off, scattered on the head and yellow, barely covering the scalp, like grass stuck to the ground in late autumn. For a long time, hair has become my heart disease, and I think it is the biggest obstacle to becoming a "beauty". At this time, I admired my father's black and shiny aristocratic hair, but later it turned from envy to anger: I was angry that I was a father and a daughter, and my hair was so different. I am angry that my father didn't pass on that black hair to me.

When I get angry, I yell at my dad and ask him why he is so stingy and why he doesn't pass me good hair. At this time, my father always patted the yellow hair on my head and comforted me with a smile: "When you grow up, your hair will be as black as my father's."

So I believe it, desperately looking forward to growing up. But a few days later, I forgot what my father said and started yelling again, so he comforted me again.

I can't remember the exact time. I only know that when I was in middle school, my father had a small boil on his head. When I was helping to apply medicine, I found a white hair in his black hair. "Dad, you have white hair!" I shouted. At that time, I didn't think it was a sign of time, and my parents began to get old. I even foolishly gloated to my father: "There is still gray hair lurking in such beautiful hair. You are no longer proud. "

Pull it out, put it in my father's palm, and then pull his hair and start looking. That day, I found three white hairs. My father held the three white hairs and didn't speak, but I was excited about my "success".

Since I found my father's first white hair, every once in a while, I will help him find the white hair on his head and then "photograph" it. At that time, my father was working in other places and only came back once a month. Every time I go home, my father always calls my name and asks me to help him pull out his gray hair. Every time, I hugged my father's head seriously, searched carefully, and ruled out one by one for fear of escaping.

Whenever you find one, cheer for it. As time goes by, the gray hair on my father's head is getting easier to find, and my "achievements" are getting richer every time.

And my father is always lying so quietly, let me turn his hair upside down, raise my hand with a smile, let me put my white hair in his open palm, and count it after I "call it a day". Many years later, when I found a white hair beside my husband's temple of the same age, I suddenly remembered that my father was holding that white hair at that time, and it should be the same as we are today.

Later, I joined the army and became a border policeman. Twenty years later, I traveled all over the country and my home became a post station. Come and go in a hurry every time.

6. Begging to write a composition for my mother's white hair, just after writing the first word, my mother's silvery white hair, kind face and tolerant eyes appeared in front of me ... The forgotten boat brought me back to the long river of years and reminded me of things that made me feel guilty in the past.

The night before the recent exam, my whole family had dinner at the dinner table. Mom, dad and my sister are full, and only I am still eating bit by bit. I was so anxious that my mother only urged me: "Eat quickly, don't be slow." After dinner, I stood up and used to reaching out to clean up my rice bowl. Who knows, a pair of rough big hands have cleaned up the rice bowl first. It looks like mom.

I only heard my mother say, "Go in and study, and I'll clean up the rice bowl." I turned and walked into the room blankly.

Sitting in front of my desk, there was the sound of water rushing from the kitchen, beating my heart, as if blaming something and urging something. At this time, my mother's voice seemed to ring in my ear: "Review well and try to get a good grade." Finally, I opened the book, looked at it, looked at it ... I don't know how long it took, my mother came in, looked at the book spread out on the table and smiled with relief.

Mother went out. After a while, a cup of hot milk was put on the table. After a while, my mother crept in with an electric fan, adjusted the angle and turned on the switch. The hot air in the room suddenly dissipated and there was a cool breeze everywhere. Look, look ... mom came in again, holding a plate of mosquito-repellent incense in her hand, putting it under the table and saying, "Ming, are you hungry?" Shall I boil you an egg? " God, it's only been a few minutes! Every time I say something, my mother comes out. After a while, there were two more hot eggs on the table. "Amin, if you are hungry, please help yourself."

I suddenly stood up and shouted to my mother, "I just got into the track and you messed it up, really!" " Mom froze and looked at me in surprise, as if looking at a stranger.

I also froze, and my mother's strange eyes stung me. I regret, regret why I did it, but I don't know, I don't know. ...

Gradually, my mother understood that tolerant eyes replaced strange and surprised eyes, and said gently, "Well, you can continue to study, and I won't influence you any more."

At this moment, I saw, clearly saw my mother's silver-like white hair, and that dazzling silver once again deeply hurt my heart.

"Mom, I'm sorry." I said silently in my heart.

In a blink of an eye, the mid-term exam arrived. I went to the examination room with my mother's instructions and achieved excellent results. When I sent my mother the perfect test paper, she smiled, so pleased and so sweet that I couldn't help crying, only then did I see her white hair. Ah, but how much love does an inch of grass have? It is the third spring!

When I stopped writing, I still saw my mother's silver hair, kind face and tolerant eyes. ...

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7. Long hair to write my mother's composition This afternoon, I accompanied my mother to get a haircut.

I came to the barber shop with books and toys. The boss said, "Who will cut my hair?" I said, "Mom cuts her hair". The boss asked his mother what kind of hairstyle she wanted to cut, and her mother said, "Cut it short, cut it delicately, and don't cut it into an explosive head."

The boss let his mother sleep in a place that looks like a bed to wash her hair. After washing her hair, she let her mother sit in front of the mirror and cut her hair, and it was cut short at once. After cutting, I made a lot of white potions on my mother's head, told her to sit in a chair and shone six headlights on her head. After a while, her hair dried up. The boss told her to wash her hair. After washing her hair, the boss used a lot of tin foil to tie her braids. I saw my mother's hair, all braided, like a fairy ball. I told her. Mom said, "No". At this time, the owner of the barber shop asked her to go to the place where she dried her hair. After ten minutes of drying, the boss took out all the tin foil paper and asked her to wash her hair. After washing my hair, my hair is finally done. I looked at her hair, which was messy and stood up one by one. I patted the bed and smiled. My mother was angry, too. My mother scolded the boss and the boss called.

I sat behind my mother's motorcycle, looked at my mother's hair, covered my mouth and laughed until I got home.

8. Write a question of about 500 words on the topic of mother's white hair. I hope the following will help you:

Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass ... "I believe everyone should have heard this song! The lyrics say "A child without a mother is like a grass". Why? Because mother works hard for us, runs around for us and grows old for us. If we lose our mother, we will not get great maternal love and become helpless grass in the evil wind and waves.

Mom is really hard. I remember it was a drizzly night and I fell asleep. Suddenly, my mother woke me up from my sleep loudly and said that I had a fever. I soon became nervous. My mother will bring me a wet towel and put it on my hot forehead, and then give me a cup of warm water to drink. Not only that, she also has the responsibility of a housewife-cleaning at home. After drinking the medicine, I slept quietly in bed and watched my mother busy. It really hurts. Can her slender waist hold on? Worried, can her weak shoulders hold up? Dear mom, you have worked hard!

Fifteen minutes later, the fever still didn't come down, but it got worse, reaching 39.9 degrees Celsius. My mother quickly put down her heavy work and took me to the hospital for emergency treatment. There, I just put on the eye of a needle, and my mother was right next to me, always greeting me and taking care of me. My mother was not idle when I hung up the water. I ran to buy medicine for a while, fed me medicine for a while, and bought food for me for a while. I said, "Mom, have a rest." Mom said, "No, no, I'm fine. Oh, yes, I have to call the company. I was so busy that I forgot. " After my mother left, I whispered, "No matter how busy you are, your body will be left with bones."

Later, the fever went down, and my mother took a taxi to take me home, stroking me and letting me sleep peacefully. What about her? But I picked up the mop again and the towel went on working.

The next day, I found that the underground was clean, and my mother was actually making eyes. I asked curiously, "Mom, did you sleep well last night?" Mother replied: "sleep well, sleep well, are you better!" " ""much better, "I replied. Later, I found an excuse to go out, but I hid in the corner and secretly cried.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" I am a treasure now, but I wish my mother were a treasure so that I can relax! Mom is really hard!

Mother's Day arrived unconsciously, and her footsteps traveled all over the mountains and rivers, telling people about her mother's hard work and bringing joy and joy to every mother.

I remember mother's day at noon, the weather was very hot, and the sun baked the earth like a big fireball. After we finished lunch, my mother went to the rooftop to dry a bunch of clothes. As soon as I saw it, I quickly went with my mother to see what I could do for her. As soon as I went to the rooftop, I felt a hot air coming on my face, and my sweat came out. I quickly helped my mother hang up the clothes one by one. When I got home, I felt wet all over, and the sweat on my head ran down my hair. When I touched it, the original clothes were soaked. In the evening, when I was doing my homework, I saw my mother pick up the mop as if she were working. I quickly stood up and said seriously, "mom, have a rest." Let me help you mop the floor today. " Mother nodded approvingly. I picked up the mop and began to work. It was ok at first, but the more you get to the back, the more tired you get and the slower you move. It was really "the old cow pulled the broken car-groaned slowly" and my heart began to panic. At this time, my mother came over and asked me lovingly if I wanted to have a rest. I hesitated at first, but thinking of my mother's usual fatigue, I firmly replied, "No, I didn't."

Say that finish, I continue to drag, finally finished. I put down the mop and stretched out my arm. I looked up and saw my mother's loving eyes: "Son, your performance today is the best gift for Mother's Day. My mother is really happy. When you grow up, mom really thanks you. " Mom loves you. "Say that finish, my mother gently kissed my forehead.

Although what I do for my mother is only a small matter, I know her hard work and how much she has paid for me. What she does bit by bit is so selfless and priceless that words can't describe it!

One day on Mother's Day taught me something that books can't teach me. My mother's love is broad, and her only requirement is that I can stand on my own feet and become a useful person to society in the future. To repay my mother, I will study hard.

You can change it according to your own situation.

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