A 600-word essay on an interesting story with your mother

Ⅰ The fragmentary composition "The Story of My Mother and Me" must have a subtitle of 600 words

? My mother gave me life. When I was growing up, my mother and I A lot of things happened, and each one of them left a deep impression on me.

I remember one night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came over to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother yelled at me: "Gao Tengxiao, what's the matter with you? You got 3 of the 6 verbal arithmetic questions wrong! It's so outrageous!" It turned out that my mother found out that I made too many mistakes on the verbal arithmetic questions, and she was so angry. Come somewhere. After my mother said it, she picked up the pencil and hit me hard on the head. I thought angrily at that time: "Didn't I get three verbal arithmetic questions wrong! Do you need to scold me like that and hit me so hard and hard?" Thinking of this, I jumped up and rushed to my mother. He shouted loudly: "Why did you hit me? Why did you hit me?" My mother was already angry, and seeing me like this only added fuel to the fire and made things worse. The furious mother yelled at me again: "How dare you talk back..." She picked up a small stick nearby and hit me. It wasn't until I screamed in pain that my mother stopped beating me.

When my mother walked out of the room, I was already furious, and the anger in my heart almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of the desk in a daze, and without hesitation picked up the notepad where my mother and I talked - the spiritual dialogue notebook. I tore the notebook into pieces and threw it on the ground. I felt so happy that I finally breathed out all my breath. But after a while, I began to regret it again: This is the spiritual dialogue between my mother and me! How can I just tear it off? I really want to slap myself.

At this time, my mother pushed the door and walked in. She saw the messy scraps of paper on the ground. She didn’t say a word. She just knelt down and picked them up one by one, then neatly stacked them together and put them in the drawer. inside. Then he sat down and calmly reasoned with me. I gradually calmed down and felt that what I did was indeed too wrong.

Ⅱ The story of my mother and me, junior high school composition, more than 600 words

My mother and I are so good. Since childhood, I have grown up in my mother's arms; every night, as long as I touch my mother's big and thick ears, I will fall asleep quickly. When my mother was away, I was like a little beggar, so pitiful. We are mother and son, but sometimes we are more like friends. I am willing to talk to my mother about anything. A mother's child is really a treasure!

However, not long ago, a "war" broke out between my mother and I, and my good days are gone. Alas!

Here's the thing of. Ever since I was little, I have always slept with my mother. Especially in winter, I like to sleep between my parents. On one side is my father's strong arms, which makes me feel very safe; on the other is my mother's gentle embrace, which is very warm, and my mother's big ears. Sleeping is really a blessing. As I grew older, my mother said that when I grew up, I should learn to be independent and wanted me to sleep alone, so I had my own bed, but my mother often slept with me. But just a few days ago, after my tenth birthday, my mother said that I must sleep alone and would never come to accompany me again. I don't take it seriously, because my mother always says this, but she can't help me every time, and she will still sleep with me.

That night, when it was time to go to bed, my mother hadn’t come over yet. I ran over and begged her: "Mom, can you sleep next to me tonight?" My mother stared at the TV, nodded absently, and said : "You go to bed first, I will come when I want to sleep." I went to sleep peacefully. But I suddenly woke up late at night, and the quilt next to me was still intact. I waited and waited, but my mother still didn't come. Is mom still watching TV? I lay on the bed and continued to wait. The wind whistled outside the window, and a corner of the curtains was lifted and vibrating gently. The occasional barking of a dog seemed particularly loud in this quiet night, as if something terrible was about to happen. I couldn't help it anymore, so I quickly got up and ran to my mother's room. The TV has been turned off and my mother is sleeping soundly. My heart throbbed violently, whether it was sadness or anger, I couldn't tell. I ran back to my room, hid in my back, and sobbed softly.

My heart is full of resentment: I clearly promised to sleep next to me, but my words are not what I said! My dad is so old, why do I want to sleep next to him? He also taught me to be honest, but I can't do it myself... The more I thought about it, the angrier and angrier I became, and the more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became, and finally burst into tears.

When I woke up the next morning, I found that the pillowcase was wet with tears. I was even more angry. At this time, my mother actually came over to me as if nothing had happened and asked me: "Son, what did you eat this morning?" I was so angry that I said bitterly: "I won't eat!" I got up quickly, packed everything, and put it on my back. I went to school with my schoolbag, and when I went out, I closed the door tightly. There was a loud bang, which relieved my anger a little.

As soon as I got home from school in the afternoon, I hid in the study room and did my homework, ignoring my mother at all. Normally, I would hug my mother and act coquettishly, because it had only been a day since I was separated from her. My mother ran over and asked me: "Son, what's wrong?" You're obviously hypocritical. You don't know what you're doing?

When I went to bed at night, my mother didn't watch TV and wanted to come next to me to please me. sleep. I kicked her away, pulled all the quilts over, and said mercilessly: "Go away!" Mom had no choice but to walk away. Looking at my mother's back, I couldn't bear it, but I had already said it, and it was hard to say anything to keep her. After a while, she came again and said softly: "Son, I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep last night. Besides, your dad is drunk, so mom has to watch over him. If anything happens to dad, I can take care of him." You are so old and should have learned to be independent. Why do you dare to lose your temper with me? "I think about it, it's not easy for my mother. She has to take care of my father and me. Besides, I didn't want to sleep alone at night, so I reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll forgive you this time! You have to sleep next to me tonight." "Son, mom can't sleep next to you forever. From now on, mom will stay with you until you fall asleep. She can't sleep with you all night. ""This... this..." Looking at my mother's determined look, I couldn't help it. , forget it, just let it be!

My mother and I have reconciled again. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would still run to my parents’ room and squeeze into bed. When they were in a good mood, I would succeed and sleep happily for the rest of the night; when my mother had no choice but to accompany them back to my room to sleep; when they were in a bad mood, I would be yelled at and run away, returning to the house angrily. As a result, a small "war" broke out again. And I also gradually grew up in this "war".

My mother is helpless and always sighs: "When will my son grow up? At that time, if my mother wants to sleep next to you, you will hate it."

"So I You haven't grown up yet! Then you should cherish the time when I sleep with you!" I really don't know what the adults think!

Ⅲ A 600-word essay on the story of my mother and me. Do not copy it online. It needs to be original.

It needs to be original, but I still have 600 words. Tsk, just those twenty points, who do you think would do such a thing.

It takes a lot of time to find a ghostwriter for essays, dear

Ⅳ Please share an interesting or touching story with your mother

Things about my mother that moved me. Maternal love is the end of the world. The final destination of wandering children is a clear spring that moisturizes the souls of children. It accompanies us every drink and sip. So the warmth of maternal love is integrated into the laughter and tears of children. In the depths of my memory, My mother has paid a lot for me, and there is one thing that still remains fresh in my memory. I remember it was a summer vacation, and my mother took me and a few friends to go rafting on the water. The boat floated freely on the water with the smooth current and wind. Just like our relaxed mood, carefree. Just when we were relaxing and comfortable, an accident suddenly happened. Our boat hit a big rock for some reason. As the hull tilted, the man sitting on the side of the boat I suddenly lost my balance and fell into the water. This sudden danger confused me, and my consciousness was almost frozen. Soon after, my mother jumped into the water desperately and held me up. My body. At this time, my weak mother seemed to have become a strong man. She grabbed my arm and rescued me from the water... Maybe this is the power of maternal love! When we landed on the shore, my mother seemed to be exhausted. I patted my chest and sighed, "It scared me to death!" I looked at my mother's wet hair and frightened pale face, and I was extremely moved. At this time, the image of my mother in my heart became Giants are omnipotent. It was also at this time that I deeply felt that when children are in trouble, their parents are the first people to rush to. This may be a kind of natural force and the greatness of maternal love. .When I am very excited about success, she is there to share my happiness; when I encounter setbacks and feel downcast, it is she who is there to encourage and comfort me - this person is my mother. Her meticulous care in life and timely mediation in my thoughts , these are all the little things my mother did for me, but only these made me deeply understand my mother’s deep love for me. Mom is the sea, and I am the boat. In her Swimming in her arms; my mother is a big tree, and I am a little bird, growing up in her warm embrace, this is my mother

Ⅳ Short essay: The story of my mother and I

The story between my mother and I is both simple and complex. A very simple story contains a very complex maternal love.

When I was very young, when I was still a seedling, my mother gave birth to me. This was the first time in my life that I saw light. Although my eyes were closed tightly at the time, every cell in my body felt the warmth of the light shining on my body. My birth is a little story in the repertoire that everyone in the world has experienced with his mother. This is a process of giving birth to new life, and the mother who gives this life must endure heartbreaking pain. Maybe they were screaming loudly, expressing their indescribable pain, which made the doctor heartbroken. When her new life was successfully born, she shed crystal tears. At this time, the mother's smile replaced the pain. Some of them may have died long ago, but the eternal smile was fixed at that moment for their children to look at. Mothers who have just given birth always kiss their children. I was still young at the time and barely remember it, but I can always feel the warmth of that kiss. She gazed lovingly at her child, a continuation of her life. From this moment on she thought: "I want to raise him. This is a mother's duty."

This second story is about education. As I grew older, she, my mother, invested more and more energy in me. We started living in the town. After kindergarten, we were about to enter elementary school. In order for me to study better, I was sent to the best school in the city. She ran around every day, going back and forth between the two homes. After a period of time, she saw that I talked less and less and my mood was getting lower and lower, and she realized my loneliness. She resolutely quit her high-paying job and came to work in the city. She stayed with me every day and took care of me. She always leaves good food for me to eat. When there is good food, she always only eats it for me. She only eats it when I can’t finish it. She treats herself carelessly, but she does her best for me. She does too much for me. .

I heard that it costs more than 500,000 to train a talent. In my opinion, this is just a number, not as good as my mother's every bit.

The story between me and my mother is not over yet, the crow feeds her back, and the story will continue in the future, but in a different way, it is the story of me repaying my mother, look forward to it!

Ⅵ A 600-word essay asking for warm things about my mother and me. It doesn’t have to be too good, but it should be true. A 600-word essay written by primary school students

Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, How like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth. Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return. Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like the furnace in winter, giving you a heart-warming sunshine in the harsh winter. . Among all the children in the world, who would not feel extremely sad when looking at their mother with gray hair on her temples? The love my mother gave me is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother who was happy for my study and progress. Thinking back carefully, when was the day in my life when my mother was missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me the breath of warmth and love. One time we had a shot at school and I fainted with blood. It was noon at that time. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word and without even eating lunch. She carried me to the doctor on her back. Later, my mother asked for leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad. I didn’t know why, but I also felt a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, my mouth was watering before I even ate. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece with fewer seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the melon flesh is not very sweet. But maternal love can be harsh sometimes. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn’t want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love. Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just as "The Wandering Son Yin" said: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays.

Ⅶ The story of my mother and me. (Composition)

The story of my mother and me

Maternal love is a book that contains profound philosophy. From the moment you were born, an angel opened the front page of this book for you. From then on, the stories in the book were interpreted by you and your mother *** These stories are always the most simple and touching, whether you understand them or not.

The warmth of childhood

It seems that the childhood of my friends is beautiful. Butterflies, beautiful dolls were woven with my mother’s most careful care, but my mother gave me another piece of the sky. She took me into the fairy tale world and made me get to know Snow White, Cinderella, and the Ugly Duckling. Magical fairy tale characters, I was very curious as to why my mother knew so much, and where were those princesses and kings? At this time, my mother would tell me gently and mysteriously: "They are all the same." A magical angel told me that they are all in the hearts of angels! "Where is that angel?" Where? "I can't wait to see his true face in Lushan.

At this time, like a magic trick, my mother took out a beautiful "Andersen's Fairy Tales" from behind and gently swayed it in front of my eyes, and then held it up. Gao Gao Gao said to me mysteriously: "It is not a simple character, it is called - a book.

I jumped up excitedly and raised my hands to grab it: "Mom, I want me me!" Want it! "My mother happily handed the book to me. I couldn't wait to open it and was stunned! What were those densely packed little things! My mother seemed to have guessed my mind: "Those are words. , only if you get to know them, will they tell you good stories. How about it? Do you have confidence? ""have! ”

For those nice stories, I studied hard and persistently, without fear of hardship or tiredness. After that, I truly stepped into the world of books. Because of my mother, I have formed a lifelong bond with books. My mother left me nothing but tender stories. She created a beautiful starting point for my future.

The love of tears when I grow up. > I really don’t understand why my mother is not as gentle as she was when I was a child. When I grew up, I “ate” sticks many times. The one that left the deepest impression was that time when I stole a beautiful little cloth from my cousin. After she discovered the baby, she sat there angrily, staring at me fiercely without saying a word. I stood in front of her, feeling the gloom of the coming storm, and cried in fear, my mother's Her eyes became a little disappointed, but she remained silent. My heart kept condemning myself. I wanted to say that I knew I was wrong and asked my mother to forgive me, but I couldn't say it. At this time, the silence was louder than the sound. The stalemate lasted for nearly 10 years. After a few minutes, I knew I was wrong, but I thought it was just a doll. My mother finally said, "Do you know what's wrong?" "The tone was so low. I shook my head, I just knew I was wrong.

"Think about it, come to me after you figure it out! "After saying that, my mother shook her head silently and staggered away. I felt very wronged. I am just a doll. How could you be so cruel? Why are you so cruel? Tears fell unknowingly.

Later, I finally learned from my father, “You should be an honest child! "It turns out that it's because I'm dishonest. I understand. I understand that it's very important to be an honest person. I don't dare to deceive or lie anymore. I can't forget the many tears I shed...

Polygonum

“Polygonum is the one who controls Polygonum, and it is bandit that is high. I'm sorry that my parents worked so hard to give birth to me..." "My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. Carry me, feed me, grow me and nurture me, take care of me and return me, go in and out of your belly. If you want to repay the virtue, Haotian will ignore it. "Mom, make me laugh, make me cry, I know it's all deep love.

She nourishes me like rain and dew, and shines on me like the rising sun. How can an inch of grass return the three-year glow of spring? .

Ⅷ An essay about the story of mother ~ I beg you 600 words, not too much, not too little

Motherly love

First time attending a parent-teacher conference. , the kindergarten teacher said: "Your son has ADHD and can't sit on the bench for even three minutes. You'd better take him to the hospital for a check-up." "On the way home, my son asked her mother what the teacher said. Her nose felt sore and she almost shed tears. Because among the 30 children in the class, only her son performed the worst; only towards him, the teacher showed disdain. However, she still told her son: "The teacher praised you and said that the baby could not sit on the bench for one minute, but now he could sit for three minutes." Other mothers are very envious of your mother because only the baby in the class has entered. "That night, her son ate two bowls of rice for the first time and didn't let her feed him.

Her son is in elementary school. At the parent-teacher meeting, the teacher said: "There are 50 students in the class. In this math test, Your son is ranked 40th. We suspect that he has some mental retardation. You'd better take him to the hospital for a check-up. She shed tears when she walked out of the classroom. However, when she returned home, she said to her son sitting at the table: "The teacher has full confidence in you." He said, you are not a stupid kid. As long as you are more careful, you will surpass your deskmate. This time your deskmate is ranked 21st. " When she said this, she found that her son's dim eyes were suddenly filled with light, and his depressed face suddenly relaxed. She even found that from then on, her son was so docile that she was surprised, and he seemed to have grown up a lot. . When I went to school the next day, I went earlier than usual.

My child went to junior high school and there was another parent-teacher meeting.

She sat in her son's seat, waiting for the teacher to call her son's name, because at every parent-teacher meeting, her son's name was always called among the poor students. However, this time it was beyond her expectation. She didn't hear his son's name until the end of the parent-teacher meeting. She was not used to it, so she asked her teacher before leaving. The teacher told her: "According to your son's current grades, it is a bit dangerous to pass the entrance exam for a key high school." After hearing this, she walked out of the school in surprise. At this time, she found her son waiting for her. Walking on the road, she held her son's shoulders, feeling an indescribable sweetness in her heart. She told her son: "The head teacher is very satisfied with you. He said that as long as you work hard, you have a good chance of being admitted to a key high school."

Graduated from high school. When the first batch of university admission notices were issued, the school called and asked her son to come to school. She had a premonition that her son was admitted to the first batch of key universities, because when she applied for the exam, she told her son that she believed he could get into the key universities. When her son came back from school, he handed her a special express letter from the Admissions Office of Tsinghua University. Suddenly, he turned around and ran to his room and burst into tears. As he cried, his son said: "Mom, I know I am not I am a smart child, but you are the only one in this world who can appreciate me..." Even though it was a lie to me. After hearing this, my mother felt a mixture of sadness and joy. She could no longer hold back the tears that had accumulated in her heart for more than ten years. It flows down and hits the letter in my hand...

Ⅸ A 600-word essay based on the story of my mother

Whenever I think of that guilt-inducing past event, I will Blushing and sometimes tears. It was a cold morning. Our family is having breakfast. I accidentally knocked down the soup. Sprinkled on the ground. My mother kept accusing me of all kinds of mistakes. I felt very uncomfortable and hated my mother a little. So a man walked out of the house angrily. I walked aimlessly around the garden of Hongsheng Lane in our community. Some time passed. I'm a little hungry. I want to go back and make peace with my mother. But when I think of my mother's angry face, I can no longer muster the energy to go home. And thinking about it again, if I go back, I will surrender to my mother's "evil" forces, which is so shameless. It was getting dark. Although I am usually very courageous, but now it was dark all around and the wind was whistling in my ears, I couldn't help but feel frightened. I walked into a convex pit and found a corner through the faint moonlight. He sat down curled up, pulled up his coat, and listened to what was going on outside. My new one kept playing the drums because I was so scared. Suddenly, I vaguely heard someone calling my name. While calling, he said: "Look. It's mom who was wrong. Come back soon." It's mom, I'm sure it's mom. I was so excited that I really wanted to run out and throw myself into my mother's arms to feel her love. But as soon as I stood up, my mother's angry face suddenly appeared in my mind, and I couldn't do it again. Mother's hoarse call gradually disappeared in the wind. I closed my eyes and thought about how anxious my mother would be looking for me in the cold wind. What if something unexpected happens? My mother will scold me to prove that she cares about me and cares about me. Am I an outsider who has nothing to do with my mother? Thinking of this, I finally made up my mind to go home. Because no matter what my mother does to me, it is for my own good. Every mother wants her children to live well and feel happy. I shouldn't treat my mother like this. I went home anxiously. The door was still open and I knew my mother was waiting for me. I walked into the room quietly. The room was very quiet, without a sound. I saw my mother sleeping on the sofa. He kept calling my name while sleeping. Look at the tears on her face still flowing drop by drop. I couldn't control my feelings anymore, and tears fell freely. Sad? Is it touching? still……? None. This is the great maternal love that influenced me and melted my cold heart. Suddenly, my mother woke up from her sleep, she saw me and stared at me. Both of our eyes were moist. I didn’t say anything... Although it has been more than two years since this incident, it always strikes my heart and remains in the deepest part of my memory.

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From the time I can remember, I can feel the love my parents have for me.

I grew up in my grandma’s house. My parents would ride long distances every week to see me, bring me a lot of delicious food, and take me out to play. When we said goodbye, I cried, and my parents also had tears in their eyes. . At this time I want to say: Thank you parents for giving me life!

I walked into the school gate and started learning new knowledge. During the learning process, I encountered some problems. For example, in our school's English test, I thought I could do well, but because of my carelessness, I only scored 51 points. When I went home dejected, my parents did not criticize me or comfort me, they just gave me He said: "It doesn't matter, just take the test well next time." But the tone when he said this was heavy. So I made up my mind to get good grades and defend my parents. Sure enough, I got high marks in the second exam. I really want to say: Thank you parents for helping me study!

When I came back from school, I turned on the TV, ate snacks, and enjoyed the beauty of youth. If you think about it carefully, aren't all these things given to me by my parents? Here, mother is cooking and father is washing vegetables. Isn’t everything my parents are doing now just for me? I really want to say: Thank you parents for giving me a warm home!

I remember there was a song that sang "Thank God, thank earth, thank fate------" Yes, my parents are my biggest benefactors. Without them, how could I have this life? What about a sunny boy like me with a cheerful personality? So I want to say: Thank you parents!

Ⅹ A 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school based on the story of my mother and me

Mr. Ba Jin said: "There is nothing that can replace parents." Yes, parents are It is irreplaceable, and the love our parents have for us is unparalleled and incomparable. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mother gave birth to me when I was 23 years old. When I came into this world, my mother went through all kinds of hardships and selflessly nurtured me to grow up healthily. In my heart, the warmest and tenderest place is not in the warm quilt, but in my mother's arms, because no matter the wind, rain or ups and downs, my mother's arms are my haven and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unsatisfactory things will inevitably happen. As a mother, you will definitely educate your children and even use force. This happened to me too.

I remember that when I was a child, my mother would never take action because I did not do well in the exam. No matter how hard my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid of catching the trace of disappointment in my mother’s eyes, so I met her several times. When I didn't perform well in the exam, I wanted to hide the test papers secretly, and secretly made up my mind: "I will definitely not be like this next time!" Whenever my mother asked me where the papers for the recent exam were, I blushed and said: "Still... …I haven’t posted it yet.”

One time when my mother was clearing the table, she accidentally opened the drawer, and my “secret” was revealed. She picked it up, looked at it, and asked me in surprise: “When was this? "This... this..." I blushed and stuttered. After hearing this, my mother didn’t hesitate at all. She angrily picked up the broom and hit me. My mother scolded me every time she spanked me. As she spanked, she said, "It's the mother's fault if you don't teach me. When did you learn to lie? Do you think I ever spanked you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you are not only Hiding the papers and lying to my mother!" I cried more and more, and my mother burst into tears, but she didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying. My mother looked at the broom and then at me, with tears streaming down her face, which hit her body and hurt her heart. I think I really made my mother sad this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother applying medicine to my wound. Through the light, I also saw my mother's head