Mother's hobby: writing a composition for something.

1. My mother's hobbies composition My mother's hobbies are very extensive: watching computer, playing mahjong and playing cards ... But recently I found that my mother's hobbies are gradually divided into three categories, namely nagging, beauty and hygiene. Don't worry, please look down slowly. My mother's characteristic is nagging. As long as you say a word, she will be long and endless, just like the reincarnation of Tang priest, which really makes me helpless. There she goes again. I took a 93-point test paper and walked slowly towards her step by step. I believe there will be a "saliva storm". Sure enough, my mother saw her grades and immediately nagged, "What's wrong with you? You just got 93 points back. You're not ashamed to lose it ... "After scolding, she paused again, swallowed water and immediately changed it.

Her second major feature is her love of beauty. Speaking of her makeup, those three days and nights were endless. For example, that morning, it was already half past seven, but my mother walked slowly to the dresser and painted her face with colorful things. Ten minutes passed, but mom was still putting on makeup. I was so anxious that I was about to cry, but my mother disagreed and said slowly, "Nothing, nothing, it's still early!" " ""huh? " I was dumbfounded at once ... but because of this, my mother also dressed me up beautifully, and the teacher even rated me as a "civilized student" at the end of the term. As the saying goes, "one person gets the word, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven"!

Another feature of my mother is her love of hygiene. Every weekend, we will have a "clean-up", throw away all rubbish and waste products, clean tables and chairs and mop the floor, which are all indispensable in the clean-up. But it also makes me feel bad. "Brother Yu, come and help throw the garbage." "Brother Yu, bring me the rag." "The elder brother of the jade ..." I went out for a while and came into the house for a while. I feel dizzy, my limbs ache, and I have no strength at all. When I heard my mother's call again, I almost collapsed. ...

Alas, this mother, why do you have these hobbies? I really love and hate her!

2. the composition "my mother" (writing hobbies, interests, specialties. My mom.

My mother is not very tall, with long hair and bright eyes. She always smiles at people. My mother is strict with me. She saw me playing before I finished my homework, and her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, so I had to do my homework quickly. She will praise me when I see that my homework is better.

Once, I came home from school and went to play computer games without doing my homework. As soon as my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework. I said yes, I went to play computer games again. But my mother asked me to take out my homework and let her check it. I don't know what to do at the moment. My mother saw me and understood everything. Call me to my side and say, "son, your main task now is to study." Do your homework before you do anything else. " I hurried to do it, scribbled it, and played computer again. But my mother quietly read my homework and said, "come and rewrite it!" " "I hate it, but my mother still wants me to rewrite it. After a while, my mother came over and saw that my handwriting was much better than before. She said happily, "You are serious, but you still write well!" " "I am very happy to hear this news.

This is my mother, a caring and strict mother!

3. My mother's dreams and hobbies. The night is hazy. After a hard day's work, mom should be exhausted. Go to sleep. My mother should expect something from me. Let me see my mother's dream.

"Where is this?" People come and go, and the laughter is earth-shattering. Ha, this is the Spring Festival party. Who is that man on the stage? Why is it so familiar? Oh, it's me. I'm actually a sketch actor. I am really happy to see everyone happy! At this moment, I saw a mother waving to me on the stage. Oh, it's mom. She seems much younger. She looks really beautiful.

"Is this mom's dream?" I was in tears. My mother brought me soup and medicine, dressed me and fed me, cried for me and smiled for me. My mother's silent love is deeply branded in my heart.

In this regard, I think of those who disown their parents and run away from home, but ignore maternal love. They are really "people who can't remember their mother's support, but are self-reliant today." They don't understand their mother's mind, and let her shed countless tears for them in vain, so that her mother doesn't know how much sweat she has paid. I thought hard: since they don't know how poor the inheritance is, why do their parents still take care of him so much?

It was not until I saw the scene just now that I realized that my mother was the gardener of that garden and watered the blooming flowers for us. But why do we often consider our parents' feelings? We only play with things, which makes our mother feel very tired. Considering this, who wouldn't shed that little water?

Let's not talk about this. When my mother was pregnant in October, she still went out to work with a big belly every day. What hard work!

Who would have the heart to hurt our mother with this in mind? I came out of my mother's dream again and secretly made up my mind: I must study hard in the future. When we grow up, we should put filial piety first and repay our parents' love for us!

4. Write a short essay on the topic (what my mother looks like). Personality My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.

My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.

I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." She picked up her purse.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They have asked for more 3 yuan. Mom, can you give me 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "After that, my mother braved the scorching sun and sent 3 yuan to others.

When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. Thinking about the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit and not do anything sorry for others because of the petty gain in front of him. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and admire her from the bottom of my heart.

My mother's composition 150 words focus on appearance and hobbies. My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.

My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.

I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.

When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

6. My hobby is to say one or two things. I like reading. In this world, books are like stars in the sky, countless! I love the starry sky! Good books are the nourishment of the whole world.

Du Fu, a great poet, said: "Reading is like breaking thousands of books, and writing is like a god." These famous sayings about reading always inspire me.

Because my parents couldn't study since childhood, they pinned their hopes on me and decided to train me to study hard. Mom and dad go out to farm together during the day and come back at night. No matter how tired they are, they will take out old books or newspapers and read them under the lamp at night.

My parents' interest in reading infected me. So I also take out an extra-curricular book to read from time to time, and gradually I became interested in books.

Now, I can't live without books. In order to let me learn more knowledge, my mother bought me four children's encyclopedias.

You know, my mother gnashed her teeth to buy all these books. If I don't buy these four books, my mother can buy some clothes. Therefore, I am determined to enjoy this "delicious".

After I have a general understanding of the contents of these four books, I feel that a good book contains a lot of rich knowledge and beautiful emotions. Reading a good book is to cross time and space and talk with wise and noble people. What a wonderful thing! Therefore, I must cherish it.

In order to study, I also made a joke. Once, my mother asked me to buy salt, and I took a book with me when I left. On the way, I was fascinated. Just as I was reading with relish, suddenly, the horn of the car startled me and all the books fell to the bottom. When I saw it, it turned out that I was already crossing the road, but I didn't look at the cars on the left and right, and I was almost hit.

The driver scolded me, so I ignored him. I went on reading. When I got home, my mother asked me where the salt I bought was, and I found that I forgot to buy salt when I was reading.

My mother and I are in distress situation. Successful people all over the world like reading and are good at absorbing nutrition from books, so they have embarked on the road to success. Let's form a good habit of reading and stay with good books all our lives.

7. A composition about mother's personality, hobbies and looks.

My mother is a hardworking and strong woman. Because she didn't study for more than a few years since she was a child, and because of the poor conditions at that time, she dropped out of school before she went to college. She was disappointed in all aspects and left her hometown to find a job of her own.

At that time, my mother had just turned 20, which was the period of my fair lady, and I met my father. Perhaps it was a fate given to them by God, and a strange fate brought them together.

At that time, my mother was still a simple girl, in her prime. Have you ever thought that grandpa is actually a heavy smoker and suffers from serious eye diseases? What's more, he often drinks. Perhaps this is a doomed love, but also the legend of them. My mother is too simple. Just like me now, she left with my father regardless of her family's opposition.

Anyway, later, my uncle agreed.

On the occasion of the big wedding, grandpa was happy to have a few more drinks. It was a day I can't forget,1April 26th, 995, my parents' wedding anniversary. Originally thought that God would give them a beautiful marriage, and there would be "a pair of lovestruck love birds" and "two magpies singing in the branches" written in the poem. Originally thought that after marriage, they would be kind and loving, and Qi Mei would stay with them for a long time. However, no one expected that even God would count on his fingers so accurately, and married life turned out to be so stormy.

Ah-I'm so afraid of thunder, because thunder proves that a storm is coming, and because of thunder, a war will start soon and break out.

It's been more than a year, 65438+June 0996, 15. Although I was born in a year when the spring sun didn't go to America when my mother got married, and there were no cheering birds, I still walked quietly in this inexplicable home. In my eyes, this home seems to be an exploded house, with organs at any time and danger at any time.

The grandfather I mentioned just now is the old man who had an operation on one eye. He has a serious expression. I know grandpa died of severe lung cancer in the hospital. His death was sudden and very sad. He left some memories and unforgettable life before his death.

I watched my grandfather leave us. I was still young at that time, only three years old. I looked helplessly at the scene of tears. I watched my grandfather leave me and the people who loved me the most. I really want to hold my grandpa and cry. That is not pure sadness, but a heartfelt call and sadness. At this time, I want to pull the group back from the brink of death, but it is too late. Grandpa has advanced lung cancer. It's too late. Grandpa's head is facing the wall and looks safe. I'm on my mother's side and my father is opposite me. My mother looked at my grandfather and cried like a child, as if it was not her grandfather but her own biological parents who were going to lie there.

I didn't expect my mother to be so filial to kneel in front of my grandfather's grave and take medicine for a long time. I didn't know that my mother still had such great feelings for her dead grandfather. It was really incredible. Before he died, he tried his best to make things difficult for my mother, but my mother, no matter how much she suffered before, how much she was wronged or even how many times she held me outside and cried quietly.

Mom, there will be a rainbow after the storm. Mom, with a kind and hardworking woman like you, God will care for you!

The most interesting thing is that at noon on a sunny day, my mother and I went to my aunt's house in Xinfeng City by bus.

There are many people waiting for the bus on both sides of the road. One of the girls caught my attention. She has a flat face, bright eyes and a high nose in Zhang Wenjing, especially her dress is so decent. She is beautiful and a little elegant.

Beautiful! It's everywhere! Just as I was thinking this way, the bus came and it was full of people. Hardly had I stood in front of the window when the car started. When I went to buy a ticket, I saw an old man saving money. After everyone bought the tickets, the car was calm again.

"Hey, whose wallet? Who lost his wallet? " A handsome and tall young man asked loudly, and a woman said, "Oh, it's mine. I dropped it when I paid for the ticket just now. "

I looked up and it turned out to be the girl just now. She reached for the money. The young man said, "If you want it, you have to give me 20 yuan and I will pay you back." The young man's words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the passengers, and people were talking about it. Without further ado, the girl took out 20 yuan's money and gave it to the young man. She stopped and ran away.

"Uncle, this 20 yuan is yours. Here you are." This every move makes the people in the car puzzled.

"Uncle, when you just saved money, you lost 20 yuan. The girl picked it up when you didn't pay attention. I didn't expect the wallet to fall out when I bent down. " The young man explained to everyone, so that's it. Everyone woke up from the mystery.

"Yes, young man, you did the right thing, which not only took care of her face, but also sounded the alarm for her ..." An old man praised.

As a foreigner, it is no wonder that she doesn't understand the quality of our believers. From this incident, I know that a person can't look at his appearance, and the beauty of appearance doesn't mean the beauty of inner beauty.

This is really an unexpected thing.

Write a composition about my mother's appearance, personality and hobbies. I have an ordinary and great mother.

A beautiful long black hair, a pair of small eyes, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose, this is my mother.

She is ordinary because she buys food, cooks and washes clothes every day like other people's mothers, sends me to school and takes me home.

I remember it was a hot summer, and the power was cut off that day. I slept in the bed, my forehead was hot and I was sweating all over. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up a fan to help me fan it, and I fell asleep in the breeze. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother fanning me with sweat. "Thank you, Mom!" I read silently in my mind.

It was another rainy day. After school, my mother came to pick me up. It was raining heavily, but my mother only took an umbrella. Walking on the road, I looked up at the sky. It was cloudy on my side, but it was purple on my side. When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on.

This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.