A witty mother writes a 300-word essay

1. A 300-word essay on smart mother

The weather for smart mother has been really bad recently. It has been raining for more than ten days in a row, and it still can’t clear up. Although It is said that we have been hiding at home. It is not as cold as them outside, and we are not as tired as they are on the road, but we are more or less "threatened" by the rain.

Look, the balconies of every household in our yard are covered with clothes. Since the New Year is coming soon, we have all washed our clothes so that we can put them on and dry them on the first day of the first lunar month. We have clean clothes, but the sky is not beautiful and the sun is not allowed to come out, so our clothes have been hanging on the balcony, drying and drying, and the balcony has been crowded! But since it was a cloudy day, we could only rely on the wind to dry our clothes, but this was too slow... Under such circumstances, my smart and resourceful mother came up with a good idea: because there was a light on in my room, The air conditioner was on (warm), so my mother brought in the half-dry clothes that were fighting the northwest wind outside and hung them on my bed, my bookcase, the curtains in my mother's room, the ironing board, etc. In some places, I let the air conditioning heater in my room warm them up and then put them back. The cycle goes on like this...ha, what a great idea.

Thanks to my mother for having a good idea, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to wear clean clothes in the future! I finally know how important the weather is, so now we must protect the ecology and maintain ecological balance. 2. A 300-word essay on a smart mother

A smart mother

The weather has been really bad recently. It has been raining for more than ten days in a row, but it still won’t clear up. Although It is said that we have been hiding at home. It is not as cold as them outside, and we are not as tired as they are on the road, but we are more or less "threatened" by the rain.

Look, the balconies of every household in our yard are covered with clothes. Since the New Year is coming soon, we have all washed our clothes. Okay. We put on clean clothes on the first day of the first lunar month, but the sky was not beautiful and the sun was not allowed to come out, so our clothes were hung on the balcony to dry in the sun, until the balcony was crowded! But since it was a cloudy day, we could only rely on the wind to dry our clothes, but this was too slow...

Under such circumstances, my smart and resourceful mother came up with a good idea: Since the air conditioner was on in my room (it was warm), my mother brought in the half-dry clothes that were facing the northwest wind outside and hung them on my bed, my bookcase, and the curtains in my mother's room. On the floor, ironing board, etc., I let the air conditioning heater in my room warm and dry them, and then put them back. The cycle goes on like this...ha, what a great idea.

Thanks to my mother for having a good idea, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to wear clean clothes in the future! I finally know how important the weather is, so now we must protect the ecology and maintain ecological balance.

3. Write a witty essay of 300 words

When you walk into our class, you must be prepared, not for anything else, but to be prepared to laugh. After hearing the interesting things about our class, Guaranteed to make you burst into laughter. Example 1: A junior student in my class asked me to accommodate him during the final exam and then give me a number with a higher level of the game. I wholeheartedly agreed. After getting the number, I went home. After a while, it turns out that the level is higher. I decided not to read the preface and planned to let him copy it during the exam. Alas! There are no coincidences in the world. Our class can only take 74 people for this final exam, and 3 people have to take the exam in other classes. Unfortunately, the classmate who I asked to take care of was assigned to among these 3 people. The number he gave me , I won’t give it to him either. He is so miserable. Example 2: The story of the typo king in our class, So-and-so, and the humorous teacher. One day the teacher asked us to write a composition, and the typo king wrote: One day I came out from home and saw A piece of shit, I ate a pound (surprised). The teacher commented later: A huge amount! Massive! You are the first person in the world who can eat a pound of dog shit. A few days later, the teacher asked me to write an essay based on the sports meeting. After a while, the typo king asked me: "Hey! Do you know the character for rein and the character for horse? How do you write it?" I wrote the word "rein" to him, and then I lied to him and said, "I can't write the word horse, so why don't you use the word dog instead?" I read his composition the next day. I almost fainted from laughing. It read: The game started, and the students rushed out like wild dogs. I saw the teacher wrote a sentence below: Wow! The sports ground has been converted into a dog racing track. Example 3: The story of our class’s verbose king So-and-so and his humorous teacher. The teacher asked him to write one thing, no less than 450 words, and he wrote: Today’s dish! It’s so expensive! It’s so expensive! It’s so expensive! It’s so expensive! ...After compiling 450 words, the teacher commented: How expensive is today’s dish? This is the interesting story of our class. If you still want to hear it, our class also has Examples 4 and 5. 4. Write an essay about your mother in less than 300 words

My mother often wears colorful clothes, has long hair, round eyes, a flat nose, and a smile on the corners of her mouth. She looks very gentle. . Mom is busy from dawn to dusk. She gets up very early every day. After getting up, she would give me some bread and prepare flour for dad. How tired she was!

My mother is very enthusiastic. Every time I take my classmates home, she will treat me warmly. The classmates all say good things about my mother, saying that she is not only warm-hearted, but also cooks delicious food. So my good friends come to our house whenever they have free time. I was even jealous when I called her mother, but I was more happy and proud of having such a mother! My mother has a very cheerful personality, and her relationship with us is not like that of elders at all. We are completely friends, which makes my friends feel no pressure or restraint at all.

My mother’s personality is very different from other people’s. She has a bad habit of speaking without saving face for others. I remember one time, when I failed a math test, my mother was very angry, but she didn’t hit me. Instead, they mocked me and said I was a big fool. Maybe some people have the same personal experience as me. Do you know how much this hurts me! My mother also loves to nag. When I go to school in the morning, my mother always tells me to walk slowly and carefully and not to be naughty when I go to school. . Mom, Mom, I'm 11 years old, do you still need to tell me these things?

Mom The advantage of my mother is that she is very handy. She even knitted several sweaters for me! My mother is very honest and always teaches me to be an honest child. The only shortcoming of my mother is that she likes to nag a lot. She always has to say one thing several times, and my ears are about to get calluses. However, my mother is really very good to me and my father, and she can be considered a good and competent mother.

Mom! Thank you for loving me so much, caring about me, and giving me a warm home! In short, a thousand words can be condensed into five words: Thank you, Mom! 5. A 300-word essay on my mother

My mother

I suddenly hesitated when writing this topic. There are so many things about my mother that I want to record, but At this time, I don’t know which side can make my mother’s figure clearer. My mother is very ordinary. She is just a similar mother in thousands of families. She loves her husband like every wife, loves her children like every mother, and loves her like every housewife. family, so much so that I don’t know what words can be used to describe her more accurately. I just clearly understand that in this life, my mother is the person I love, appreciate, trust and rely on the most.

My mother is very diligent. Born in a peasant family, she cherishes the opportunity to learn. She understands the pain of missing school. So in the era before the college entrance examination was resumed, my mother stood out among thousands of students with her excellent academic performance and was recommended to go to a technical secondary school. When I was a child, my father was away from home on business trips all year round, and my mother took me alone in Jinan. She was studious and took the self-study exam, but she had to go to work and take care of me, so she couldn't devote enough time to studying. So she recorded her homework on tape and listened to it over and over again while doing housework. On cold winter nights, my mother rode an old-fashioned Big Golden Deer bicycle across most of Jinan City to attend tutoring classes; on scorching summer nights, my mother fanned a big cattail leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes and coax me to sleep with the textbook in her hand. In the 1980s when it was difficult to graduate through self-study exams, my mother successfully passed various exams and became the first batch of graduates of the self-study exams for Traditional Chinese Medicine in Shandong Province. Now that I think about it, she has to take on all the housework by herself, take care of me when I am young, take me to school, and tutor me in my homework. It is not easy for her to complete her studies on time! Over the years, my mother has never given up on studying. Her studiousness and hard work are the pinnacle that I have yet to reach.

My mother is very independent. Self-improvement and self-reliance are the concepts that my mother has instilled in me since I was a child. My mother hopes that I can live a happy and prosperous life with my own hands. My mother always told me that when walking in life, I must control myself, give full play to myself, and fully reflect the value of my life. And my mother used her actions to let me know how to be an independent person. During the years when my father was working abroad, whether it was changing gas tanks or light bulbs, my mother arranged our lives in an orderly manner by herself. Although there are many difficulties in life, a strong mother can always find ways to overcome them. For me as a child, my mother was like a loving and vast sea. With her here, no difficulties were a problem. What my mother has injected into my life is not only the blood of maternal love, but also the strength and principles of life that I want to enjoy throughout my life.

My mother is very ordinary, and it is instinct to love her children deeply. Her love for me is something that I will never be able to repay or fully appreciate in my entire life. From the time I was born and babbling to the time I grow up today, my mother’s efforts in life and study are immeasurable. My family was very difficult when I was a child, so my mother lived frugally and made sure I had an egg every day. Every time my mother buys eggs at the beginning of the month, I carefully pick them up into a small basket. In the small basket containing eggs, there is a small wish of my childhood. I hope that the big eggs can give birth to small eggs and eat them. If there are a few extra big ones at the end of the month, I will leave them for my mother to eat. Then I went to elementary school. At that time, my mother sat next to me every night and watched me write. She was just afraid that when I first learned to write, I would make a mistake in the order of strokes and develop bad habits. During the next six years of junior high school and high school, my mother got up on time at 5:30 every morning to make breakfast for me. No matter whether her health was good or bad, this habit remained unbreakable. My mother's love shone on me with the rising sun in those two thousand mornings, warming my heart.

As the days passed, my mother’s white hair also climbed up to her temples. The gray that seemed to fall from the sky shocked me. But I don’t want to admit that my mother is old. I always thought that when my hair becomes white, I can dye it black, and when my eyes become blurry, I can wear spectacles. But one day when I was crossing the road, my mother subconsciously held her hand behind me. My clothes, she needs me to support her and walk with her through the crowded road. At this moment, a deep sadness arose in my heart. The mother has become dependent on her daughter, because the daughter has grown up and the mother has grown old. The person who used to be so majestic and tall in my heart, who always protected me, cared for me and took care of me, suddenly discovered that she had begun to need my protection and care. Such sadness and heartache are indescribable. I had to Admit it, my mother is old. Although she still holds my hand unconsciously when crossing the road, I know that my mother needs my protection at this moment. This sad but inevitable fact was placed in front of me without any mental preparation. From then on, my mother's gray hair began to grow in my heart, and I finally understood that my mother is not omniscient or omnipotent. She is also an ordinary person, just like us as sons and daughters.

If possible, I would rather go back to the time when I cried and asked my mother to buy me a few cents of candy, and cried all the way before my mother finally agreed.

If possible, I would pray to God to turn all my mother’s white hair black and smooth all her wrinkles. If possible, I would also pray that the sun would shine on my mother’s and my smiling faces every day, so that we could be together forever.

If these are difficult to achieve, then there is one more thing I can do. I will let my mother see these words of mine and let her know that her daughter will always love her.

I love my mother, always and forever... 6. A 300-word essay on my mother needs to be written by myself

My mother

My mother She is a beautiful mother. She has long curly hair, and under her crescent-shaped eyebrows, she has a pair of big, piercing eyes. He wears a pair of myopic glasses on his high nose. He is very tall and thin, but very energetic.

My mother likes to go shopping, buy new clothes, and tell jokes with others. She is such a cheerful mother!

My mother cares about me very much. The last time I was sick, my mother got up to give me medicine and take my temperature while I was sleeping. I want to repay my mother with my good grades. Although my mother loves me very much, she is also very strict with me. Every time I make a mistake, I can't escape my mother's sharp eyes. After every test, if there are any wrong questions, my mother will help me analyze the test questions by analogy and improve the learning effect.

My mother is a hard worker, working all day long. Doing housework at home, teaching children at school, and studying on my own. It’s really too busy to be busy. But he was not relaxed about my studies at all. He had to check my homework and sign my names every day.

I have developed a bad habit since I was a child, procrastinating on things. Once, I was playing with toys while doing my homework. After my mother saw it, she stopped watching TV and patiently watched me do my homework. I know that my mother's love is still on the desk.

I am proud to have such a mother! With my mother's encouragement, I continue to make progress and grow up healthily. Mom, I love you! 7. Essay about the witty Mother Duck

On the broad streets of Vancouver, a few small black spots suddenly appeared. When I looked closer, I saw that they were a row of naive ducklings led by Mother Duck.

The little ducks who had just arrived here were very curious, but facing this strange world, they could not contain their inner curiosity, so they all sped up and followed the mother duck's feet. .

Suddenly, several cars drove towards here. The fast speed, noisy sound and pungent smell will undoubtedly frighten the ducklings who have just seen the world. I saw a few ducklings speeding up their pace and hiding behind their mother, while a few were so frightened that they stayed in place motionless. There is no doubt that this time the ducklings were frightened.

With a "wow" sound, another car roared past. But this time the sound frightened the three ducklings who were still in place and ran towards the opposite side in unison. And danger only comes at such critical moments. Only a "thumping" sound was heard, and two of the three fell into the sewer.

When the mother duck saw it, she flapped her wings and ran towards the sewer, screaming "quack", as if to say: "Children, don't be afraid, mom is here to save you!". The mother duck stretched her neck into the sewer, trying to take the babies out. But she soon realized it was unrealistic because the sewer was too deep.

Mother Duck suddenly calmed down, looked around, and found a patrolman. The mother duck quickly ran towards the patrolman and bit the patrolman's trousers with her mouth, trying to lead the patrolman to the scene of the accident. Mother Duck tried several times, but the patrolman had no response. At this time, the patrolman accidentally dropped the pen when he bent down. Mother Duck quickly picked up the pen and ran towards the scene of the accident. The patrolman saw him and gave chase.

Mother duck put the pen next to the sewer, stretched her head into the sewer, and screamed "Quack". Only then did the patrolman find two little ducks in the sewer, and then he understood the mother duck's intention. The patrolman quickly jumped into the sewer and brought the two little ducks up. The mother duck took the ducklings into her arms and comforted them.

The mother duck hugged the ducklings and looked at the patrolman, her eyes full of gratitude. Then he quietly disappeared with the children at the end of the noisy street. 8. The composition "My Mother" should be about 300 words (fifth grade)

My mother is the person who cares about me and loves me the most, but she loves to nag.

Every morning, my mother gets up very early and wakes me up after preparing the meal. Every time I was too lazy to get up, so I whispered: "Let me sleep a little longer!". My mother started nagging: It’s already half past six. If you don’t get up, you’ll be late. Hurry up! Alas, I had to get out of bed, put on clothes, fold the quilt, then start washing and eating breakfast. At the dinner table, my mother's nagging sounded on time: water has been prepared for you. Remember to drink more water when you go to school; listen carefully during class, don't make small moves, and don't talk to your classmates..." Oh my god, my mother's nagging Why is the chatter so annoying? My ears are ringing.

One day, my mother was on a business trip, and I was finally free. The next morning, I got up and looked at my watch: Yeah, half past seven. Oh, I didn't even hear the alarm clock! I got dressed in a hurry, washed up, took the bread in one hand and the red scarf in the other, picked up my schoolbag and ran straight to the classroom. They all laughed at me. I looked down and saw that the buttons were wrong and the red scarf was crooked. I quickly straightened it up and said, "Why are you here so late?" "My face was hot, and I couldn't say a word. After school, I ran home quickly. When I got to the door, I hurriedly looked for the key. Oops, I forgot to bring the key. I had to stand at the door and wait for my father. I came back from work. Waiting, waiting, dad finally came back, I was so hungry.

I finally realized the truth behind my mother’s nagging: my mother’s nagging is a kind of thing. Love, a selfless and eternal love! 9. My mother's composition for fifth grade 300 words

My mother is not tall, has black shawl curly hair, and a round face with a pair of bright eyes. With her small nose and red lips, she talks like setting off firecrackers and keeps talking. Mom is my "Tang Xuanzang" again.

Before going to school every day, Mom. I always ask: “Is there anything you want to bring today? "Before going to bed every day, my mother would always take the trouble to ask: "Have you done all the homework you should do? Are the necessary learning tools ready? "...Before the exam, my mother was nagging again, "Remember to write your name; read the meaning of the question clearly, don't rush to answer; check after you finish"...My mother's nagging is like Tang Monk reciting sutras, but it is precisely because of my mother's nagging that I can Complete the assignments given by the teacher with high quality time and time again, and achieve good results in the exams. All of this is inseparable from my "Tang Xuanzang"

My mother is also a "great detective". The charm is endless, but my eyes are not up to par. My mother strictly controls my online time.

Sometimes, I always want to play for a while while my mother is not at home. After finishing my homework, I I was playing games online, and before my mother came back, I destroyed everything I could see, but my mother still found out.

It turned out that my mother discovered it in the browsing history for the second time, and I learned the lesson from the last time. , deleted all the records in the browsing history, and I secretly thought: "Hey, let's see how mom finds out this time. "

But my wishful thinking was wrong again, and my mother noticed it. My mother said: "I touched the computer and found that it was hot. And from your eyes and language, , I can find out. "Hey, who says I have a guilty conscience? I still can't escape my mother's "fiery eyes".

Mom, you encouraged me time and time again and gave me confidence. You criticized me time and time again and kept me from going. Wrong way. Mom, I love you forever! 10. Mom’s essay is about 300 words. My mom is on vacation, and my parents want me to hurry up. I have no time to study.

At noon this day, my mother came home from work and hurriedly prepared several dishes, both meat and vegetable, to give me some nutrition. . I was sitting in the room, listening to the rhythmic sound of my mother chopping vegetables, feeling a little busier than usual. Yes! My mother is very busy at work during this time, and she often rushes to the work after finishing her meal. I’m adding food, so I’m naturally busier than usual.

“Oh! "Suddenly, my mother's cry came from the kitchen. I quickly put down the book and ran to the kitchen. I saw that my mother's right hand was only holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood was gushing between the fingers. I panicked and hurried back to the house to look for She handed the band-aid to her mother. She simply rinsed the wound with water, put the band-aid on, and continued her work.

While eating, my mother was busy as usual. Putting down his chopsticks, he ordered me, picked up his handbag, and hurried to work. I looked at my mother's back and felt deeply what a good mother I had. I grew up under the care of my mother. I worked hard: I must study hard and make my mother feel at ease.