Thank you for writing a 300-word composition.

1. Dear Mom and Dad; Are you still cleaning those seemingly endless clothes at this time? Are you still tirelessly wiping the floor that seems to be covered with dust forever? You are still doing those mountains of homework/[Mom is the director of the Women's Federation in our village, and Ping has a lot of work. Over the years, you have been quietly paying for this family, and at the same time you have to bear the pressure of work, and I not only didn't help you share it, but even didn't say' thank you'.

Mom, the other day, I happened to see a mother giving birth on TV. The mother on the screen was pale, and sweat dripped from her pale face. I think only you can understand the unforgettable pain. Twelve years ago, with a clear cry, I came to this world safely, and you were unconscious. Thank you, mom.

Mom, I can't say enough about your fertility, and your concern is even more unforgettable. I remember when I was in the fifth grade, one day when I was studying in the evening, it suddenly began to rain in Mao Mao. I am going to rush back with my classmates. When I came to the school gate, I saw your figure. You pick me up. But I don't know why you only brought an umbrella. Maybe you don't think it rains much/maybe you think this umbrella is enough for both of us to take shelter from the rain/On the way home, you held an umbrella, which covered 80% of my head, while you only covered 2%. When I saw your clothes wet, I said clearly; Mom, put your umbrella to your side, your clothes are wet. You said with a smile; I see. Watch the road yourself and don't step in the puddle. After a while, it rained even harder. When I look at you again, most of your hair has been wet by the rain. I'll tell you again; Mom, your hair is wet by the rain.' You just said with a smile; Never mind.' I took an umbrella from your hand to cover you all, and you put me in your arms and said; Well, none of us will get wet in the rain. Mom, do you know how warm my heart was at that moment? You gave me not only 80% umbrella, but also 100% love.

2. Thank your mother for writing 300 words, a thread in the hand of a kind mother, to make clothes for the wayward boy. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness.

When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.

I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud. Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finished my homework did my mother ask me to help her with the housework.

Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6. Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I should be able to have fun without playing the piano. Mom was very angry when she learned about this and began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? ..... "After listening to my mother, I will never be naughty again. After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant.

There are countless things that my mother nags, sometimes because I am playful, sometimes because my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes because my exam results are not ideal ... but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for nagging, because this nagging has made me who I am today.

My mother cares for me in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring is kind to the grass. I can never repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.

3. Dear Mom and Dad; Are you still cleaning those seemingly endless clothes at this time? Are you still tirelessly wiping the floor that seems to be covered with dust forever? You are still doing those mountains of homework/[Mom is the director of the Women's Federation in our village, and Ping has a lot of work. Over the years, you have been quietly paying for this family, and at the same time you have to bear the pressure of work, and I have not helped you share it, not even a' thank you'. I happened to see a mother giving birth on TV the other day. The mother on the screen was pale, and sweat rolled down her pale face. I think only you can understand the unforgettable pain. Twelve years ago, with a clear cry, I came to this world safely, and you had already fainted. Mom, thank you for letting me come. I can't say enough about your fertility, and your concern is unforgettable. I remember when I was in the fifth grade, one day when I was studying in the evening, it suddenly rained in Mao Mao. I am going to rush back with my classmates. When I came to the school gate, I saw your figure. You pick me up. But I don't know why you only brought an umbrella. Maybe you don't think it rains much/maybe you think this umbrella is enough for both of us to take shelter from the rain/On the way home, you held an umbrella, which covered 80% of my head, while you only covered 2%. When I saw your clothes wet, I said clearly; Mom, put your umbrella to your side, your clothes are wet. You said with a smile; I see. Watch the road yourself and don't step in the puddle. After a while, it rained even harder. When I look at you again, most of your hair has been wet by the rain. I'll tell you again; Mom, your hair is wet by the rain.' You just said with a smile; Never mind.' I took an umbrella from your hand to cover you all, and you put me in your arms and said; Well, none of us will get wet in the rain. Mom, do you know how warm my heart was at that moment? You gave me not only 80% umbrella, but also 100% love.

Write a 300-word composition, thank you for your continuous progress! ! Robots in the future are very convenient and more flexible and lovely than people.

Do you like future robots, washing dishes, cooking ... and you are serious and never careless. After work, you are so tired that you fall asleep on the sofa: wash clothes, it will follow you, and your bright belly will light up the road for you.

In the morning, science and technology have made new achievements. What about future robots? Like humans? Yes, future robots have special functions.

If you have a robot, your home must be spotless. Robots can do a lot of housework For example, they use your sleeping time to cook delicious and healthy meals and eat them after you wake up.

Robots don't have to eat, they just need to rest for two hours every day. When you are bored at home, it can sing, perform, tell stories and chat with you ... At night, its belly is a bright light, so that you can enjoy a delicious and healthy breakfast as soon as you get up. I have to go to work after breakfast, and I don't have to ask him to do housework. It has done housework quietly when you have breakfast, and it has rested when you sleep.

If you are tired sometimes, it will help you, and then you will fall asleep comfortably. If you want to get out of bed to get something or do something, it will get up early to make breakfast.

Mom, thank you for your 300-word composition. There has always been a person who cares about me and cares about me. That person is the one who brought me into this world-my forever mother!

My mother is very kind and tolerant. She can tolerate me doing anything, but she can't tolerate me not studying hard. She has always dreamed of success. Of course, I also know that my mother did this for my future success without pain.

My mother was the first person to encourage me: when I was learning bicycle wrestling, my mother encouraged me to say, "Get up and work hard!" " Nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it! "

When I failed the exam, I was encouraged to say, "Never mind. There will be another chance. Keep working hard and don't be discouraged! " "

When I do something wrong, say to me, "Don't take it to heart. Be careful next time. Mom will forgive you this time. It won't happen again! " "

My mother is the person who will always support me: when I want to learn my specialty, my mother will say, "study hard, study hard, concentrate on learning, and be sure to learn well!" " Don't give up halfway! "

When I say that I will get 100 in tomorrow's exam, my mother will say, "Yeah! Mom knows you can do it! Go, go, go! "

Thank you, my good mother, for your encouragement and support! With your encouragement and support, I will definitely work harder!

I want to say thank you in 300 words. I want to say thank you. When others help us, we all say thank you. This is a sign of respect for others.

However, I seldom say thank you to others. I admit it's impolite, but other people's help won't. Always keep it in mind.

The head teacher of our primary school is not very good in the eyes of our classmates. Find someone to watch us every day. Whoever gossips in class will write it down and write a 500-word review for each speech. Whoever violates discipline will be punished accordingly, such as running, which is worth a Sunday and so on. Sometimes the performance in school activities is very poor, and the whole class has to write a review; If you don't finish your homework three times, call your parents.

Therefore, many students don't like her. But it is precisely because of these that we also get rid of gossiping in class; The media don't do their homework; Do not make progress in activities; Bad habits like doing things casually at school.

Although she is not a very good teacher in our eyes, she loves us very much. Once, a classmate was beaten black and blue. She took her classmates to the hospital in the rain and paid for her own medical expenses. Last time I was injured accidentally, I was recuperating at home. She came to see me at home and helped me with my lessons after class. The night before an exam, she forgot to let us stay and set the tables and chairs, so she set the class and cleaned it herself.

She made me understand that there are not so many fairy tales in this world, and happiness depends on your own efforts; She made me understand why I struggled when I made a change. Realizing your own shortcomings requires change, and you don't need too much thinking. She made me understand that if you love, please love deeply, and like a mistake, you have to pay sincerely. This is my primary school class teacher, who loves us deeply and has accompanied us through six spring and autumn periods.

When I see her, I always want to say thank you, teacher.

7. Thank you for your composition. In the 300-word dream, a person saw the dream of spring, the beauty of summer, the purity of autumn and the gentleness of winter in a lonely and empty courtyard.

When I woke up from my dream, I was wandering in a complicated world, accustomed to hard life and cautious communication, and fed up with complicated etiquette and complicated human feelings.

So, I thank you-everyone who calls you, for giving me loneliness and happiness.

Loneliness is a beautiful island. It has no intruders and needs no defense. When I roam the island, I can get the indulgence of my mind and the freedom of my behavior. Here, only me and my happiness.

I don't have to think about what I can say that won't hurt people, whether others are angry with me or not, or try something that others applaud but go against my will. Now, I just need to be good to myself and make myself happy. Only at this time can I enjoy the ease of being a man. Not in the amusement park, because you will laugh at me; Not at school, because you always remind me that the college entrance examination is behind me; Not anywhere in the world, because someone, because of you.

Leo growled? Has the solid bear skeleton been exhausted? Night dew? Do you dream of raising your father with signs of drought? What's the matter with you? I'm sorry! ? BR & gt； Li Qingzhao said: "Thank you for giving me loneliness, letting me walk gently on the blue boat alone, and quietly keeping a little miss for my husband."

The Monkey King said: "Thank you for giving me loneliness, making me suffer at the foot of Wuzhishan, and regretting the mistakes caused by my stubbornness for 500 years."

Tao Yuanming said, "Thank you for giving me loneliness and keeping me away from the struggle in officialdom."

Robinson said: "Thank you for giving me loneliness, so that I can challenge the hardships of survival and explore the tenacity of life."

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Loneliness is no longer a kind of sadness and loneliness, but a kind of enjoyment, or a luxury. It is the same for Tao Yuanming and me, so I thank you for giving me loneliness.

The released spiritual freedom is lonely and beautiful hair, and the complex world is a lonely and painful wound. Loneliness may be an escape for me, and it is an emotional self-enclosure, but I hope so: I walk alone on the ancient tree-lined road, do whatever I feel happy, let go of my thoughts and imagination, enjoy the air and sunshine alone, forget the troubles in the world and throw away the pale blue sadness. On the lonely Yuan Ye, I fly freely.

Thank you, thank you for giving me loneliness, this short, relaxed, free and wonderful happiness!

8. Thank you for your composition many times. Who is the most difficult bee in the world in about 300 words? It's the teacher. Who is the hardest gardener in the world? It's the teacher. Who is the most tired person in the world? It's the teacher. Teachers are sacred, and they care about us in every way. We, why don't we thank you?

Thank you for your kindness, teacher. In class, when a classmate can't answer, you will say, "Don't worry, take your time. You always play with us after class, kicking papers, playing badminton, playing table tennis and so on.

Teacher, thank you for your tolerance. When we make mistakes, you always educate us and communicate with us in a pleasant way. If we make mistakes on purpose, you will enlighten us and let us feel the kindness of the teacher.

I remember once, I didn't listen to my teacher's homework carefully on Friday because I was in a hurry to get home. On Monday, the students said, have you written the draft of basic training? How to do basic training? As soon as I got busy, I quickly asked my classmates, "Do you have basic training?" The classmate said, "Of course." I didn't write it as soon as I heard it. Teacher Chen always doesn't like students who don't do their homework. I'm still a good student who doesn't write basic training. What should I do? In the third class, the teacher came in and said, "Take out the basic training draft." After taking it out, the teacher checked it one by one beside the seat. During the inspection, the teacher said, "What about yours?" I said hesitantly, "I forgot to write it." The teacher said, "Make it up first and come to my office after class." After class, I came to Teacher Chen's office. Teacher Chen sat me down and asked me, "Why don't you finish your homework?" I said, "I forgot about Friday." "Why don't you remember?" The teacher asked. "I want to go home early." I said. Teacher Chen said earnestly, "You are a big boy. You can't be as ignorant as before. If you want to go home, how many minutes will it take you to get home after you finish your studies and homework? Is it worthwhile for you not to do your homework for those few minutes? You can't do this next time, you go out. " What the teacher said is simple, but it is precious. From then on, I made up my mind that no matter what homework I had, I would finish it seriously.

Thank you for your concern, teacher. Whenever a classmate is sick, you always call, or you are anxious, and sincerely send a new warmth, a greeting and a comfort, which makes us feel your teacher's worry and your concern.

It was a winter, and the snow like goose feather covered the whole school. I had a fever because I didn't pay attention to my health. The doctor asked me to rest at home the next day because of a fever. After school the next day, I asked my parents to call you. My mother just picked up her cell phone when suddenly the phone rang. My mother used to be a teacher. Your concern and care have never forgotten me.

Thank you for your teaching, teacher. You have been teaching me knowledge, philosophy and how to be a man. Your class is always full of energy, always lively and interesting, which makes me unforgettable. When I encounter a problem, you always patiently explain it to me, and you don't smile with satisfaction until I understand it.

I remember that class, the teacher gave us the lesson of "Cricket House". The teacher asked us to read the text in different roles, and also asked us to perform and draw the house of crickets. Let us write a poem about the house of crickets. That's really vivid, interesting and colorful.

Teacher, I thank you so much. Without you, my life will be colorless. My life will be lifeless without you; Without you, my life would be boring ...; You have paid too much for us and education ... how can I not have a grateful heart for you?

Thank you-the composition is 400 words. Thank you, Mom. From birth to growth, there is one person who helps himself the most, gives the most love and has the best intentions, and that is our beloved mother.

The birth of every child is a painful test and challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is a difficult beginning of a mother's life.

Everyone's mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, cordial love, obvious love and hidden love ... My mother's love for me is unknown love, which is reflected in small things. I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds disappeared without a trace.

I came home from my teacher's house. My mother didn't pick me up by bike as usual, so we had to walk to the station and go home by bus. The station is far from here, so we have to walk some distance to get to it. On the way, I felt sweat running down my hair, flowing over my face, DC flowing to the ground, and my lips were very dry. It seems that not only I am hot, but also the willows on the roadside are drooping their heads and chirping "cicada-cicada" in the trees.

Suddenly, a chill came over my face. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream."

I looked at the soda fountain and couldn't help saying. "Then buy one."

Mom agreed, and I bought an ice cream that was still cold. "Mom, aren't you going to buy one?" I asked my mother, and she said it was too cold and my stomach was upset. I insist that my mother take a bite. It's cold, but she just won't eat it. There are times when the thigh can't beat the arm. Finally, at my insistence, my mother only took a sip. The food she eats is sweet and fragrant.

Looking at my mother, I feel my eyes are a little blurred and I want to cry. Come to think of it, since I started learning piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. For my future, my mother has paid too much.

I won't let my tears flow, for fear that my mother will find that I can't eat the ice cream in my mother's hand. It's still hot, but I'm not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by ice cream, but because of my mother's love.

Mother is a sacred role. I think my mother is like an angel sent by heaven to protect me. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me.

And I, how can I repay my mother? Money, status, rights, studies … are all material satisfaction, which can never repay my mother's love for me. A little respect and filial piety is not enough.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." As soon as we were born, the umbilical cord connecting us with our mother was cut off, but our spiritual blood relationship with our mother was hard to cut off for life.

Like most mothers, my mother is an ordinary person. However, she is great in my mind.

My mother not only gave me spiritual support, but also gave me substantive support, so that I could learn knowledge better. That morning, after school, the teacher left us a notice that students who wanted to take part in math training should sign up for the intelligence training class of Little Champion, and the tuition fee was 250 yuan.

Oh, my God, it's money again! Since the beginning of school, I have spent a lot of money and bought complete solutions and review materials ... A few days later, I took hundreds from home. Now, I ask my mother for money again. Hey ... Are you coming? When I got home, my mother asked me why I came back so late, so I had to tell the truth. Unexpectedly, my mother immediately agreed, saying, "Go, you must go, as long as you can improve your math scores, no matter how much it costs."

Ok, mom will go to the bank to withdraw money this afternoon, and you can take it to register tomorrow. "After listening to my words, my eyes filled with tears! There's one more thing I remember.

Once the weather turned cold, all the students in the class bought the most popular sneakers just released this year. I want them too. So I went home and told my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother said angrily, "your shoes have just been bought, and they are not broken." How can you buy it again? You know how to be popular. You go to school to study, not to keep up with the competition.

The money for these shoes is not mom's. But the money is not worth spending.

After hearing this, I was too ashamed to buy new shoes. Unexpectedly, two days later, when I came home from school, I saw the most popular sneakers this year on the bedroom floor, and there was a note that said, "Daughter, after your mother educated you that day, you can correct your mistakes in time. Very good. This pair of shoes was awarded to you by your mother.

After reading it, I was too excited to speak. Yes! Where to find such a good mother! What I get from her is not only the comfort of love, but also the truth of being a man and the attitude of living.

Yes! Motherly love is really the most selfless feeling. It falls on our hearts like 20 showers in spring. Although silent, it moistens a seedling of life. It's been many years, so I almost forgot, and now I still vaguely remember. I can't help laughing when I think about it. When I was in the second grade, I had an art class. On the eve of art class, the teacher sent a notice saying that I should bring a marker at any time in the future, otherwise I would stand out. I remembered my teacher's words and pestered my grandfather to buy me a watercolor pen as soon as I got home. Because of the poor family conditions at that time, grandpa was reluctant. No, it should be said that he squeezed a few cents out of his teeth and bought me the worst art class this week.

I've been avoiding the whole class. I put the picture I just drew in my schoolbag, and even if I drew it, it would be the same as not drawing it. Crayons are so bad that school is finally over. Everyone is like a bird about to be free. You pushed me out of the classroom. I was about to leave when I suddenly found a box of exquisite crayons. I stopped her. She stood outside the classroom and smiled and said to me, "Leave yours." Goodbye. "

Oh, my god What's going on here? I don't even know her. She's not afraid of me?

I carefully lifted the box of crayons as big as a 27-inch TV and went home with great joy. I haven't touched it, or even looked at it carefully. I know it doesn't belong to me.