I was scolded by my mother for writing a composition tonight.

1. My mother scolded me for writing 300 to 400 words at night. "Did you hand in your homework?" Mom asked. "I didn't pay it." I said softly. Mother stopped her bike and her expression became serious. My mother was about to get angry when she heard a classmate call me, "Dai!" " "I turned around and greeted them with a smile. However, after the students left, my mother became overcast again. "Just wait for the teacher to punish you for redoing the textbook! "Mom said angrily," I'm sorry to talk about you outside, but I must tidy up you when I get home. "Say that finish, my mother snatched the magnet from my hand and rode me home quickly.

My heart pounded as soon as I entered the room. "I'm playing with eggs and I'm going to be scolded again. I may be beaten again. Better hide, so my mother won't find me. " Thinking of this, I quickly hid. "Dai, you hurry up! If you don't come out again, I'll cancel all your entertainment. On the count of three, three! Two! One! " "hey!" With a clash, I came out of the closet and walked slowly to my mother. At this point, I was trembling all over, thinking that I would run away at the first opportunity. However, I can't escape my mother's angry eyes. What are we doing? What are we doing? I've been working hard in my heart. "You stand on the balcony for ten minutes!" Mother said to me sternly. One minute, two minutes, ... 10 minutes passed, and my mother didn't let me stop. "mom! It's been ten minutes. " I'm a little worried. "Since you didn't hand in your homework, I can keep you standing there all the time!" Mom's tone is obviously softer. "I went to do my homework." I said carefully and went back to my room. I thought my mother would come and give me a good scolding, but she didn't come.

After finishing my homework, my mother said to me, "I said I would clean you up, but I haven't scolded you yet!" " "I didn't expect my mother to leave me alone! Finally, my mother gave me a severe lesson, because this is the second time I haven't handed in my homework voluntarily.

I think I will remember this lesson and never let my mother scold me again!

2. Why did my mother hit me? I rang the doorbell at home in fear and trembling. It was my angry mother who opened the door. Behind him, it is my father who is eyeing me. "Son, your math teacher called me just now. What should you know? " "Well, I failed the math exam." I said only Nuo Nuo. My mother suddenly slapped me in the face and I screamed with pain. Dad also picked up a feather duster and came over. I was so scared that I cried. "Do you know what happened?" Dad snapped. "I was wrong, please give me a break." "I will spare you for the time being today." Dad said so, but his expression was still terrible. "Son, let's work hard to get your math up in the future!" My mother said to me gently like a different person.

I was defeated, but after being defeated, I became better.

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Although dad inherited grandpa's bad temper. But he has his own characteristics, that is, being reasonable. No matter big or small, he can tell a truth according to his own experience and knowledge like a school teacher. I grew up in my father's violent and rational temperament.

I remember when I was in grade two or three, my father always asked me all kinds of questions after dinner, asking me what I was studying at school and so on, until I answered him to his satisfaction. Therefore, every afternoon from school to sleep, I am always nervous and afraid. I wonder what dad will ask this time. Once at breakfast, my father asked me a simple math problem. I was just eating, so I didn't worry. I can't answer at the moment. My father's face was gloomy, which scared me to put down my chopsticks quickly. My mother stopped eating and looked at my father. Dad asked me again, and I was too scared to answer. This can make dad angry: "get up!" " "I scared to stand up," go! Find a stick! "Knowing that disaster was coming, I reluctantly went out and brought back a twig."! How many times? ""Wait a minute, "I replied in a low voice." Bang! "Dad hit me with a note and I burst into tears." Still crying! ""pa "once again, * * * pain pins and needles, I stopped crying with tears in my eyes, for fear that my father would call again," sit down! Eat! " I endured the pain and began to eat again.

Before going to bed at night, my father asked me, "Do you know why I hit you in the morning?" "I didn't answer the question well." "I hit you not because you didn't answer the question well, but because you didn't think hard and take it seriously. I hit you to tell you to take everything seriously and think carefully. When you grow up, you will encounter more problems. If you are half-hearted and don't care, you will be more painful. " I nodded puzzled, and my father didn't say anything. This is the first time I remember being beaten. And this kind of branching and whispering has gradually become a unique way for my father to educate me.

Some time ago, I had the honor to participate in the "quality inspection" training organized by the school. Because time is tight, I have to take exams every day, and my understanding is not high. Several times, I only got 70 or 80 points in the exam, and I was afraid to report it, but my parents guessed it from my own appearance. Dad finally asked; "How was the exam these two days?" I screamed, but my head was a mess. At this time, the father lowered his voice and comforted him. "Don't be afraid, to tell the truth, I won't hit you." "I scored more than 90 points in the first two exams, and only 8 1 2 points in the last three." After that, I looked down and stole a look at my father. Dad's face was livid, his lips were tight, his hands were behind his back, and he walked back and forth several times in the room ... He bowed his head and talked to himself. "Is there a problem with the past method? It seems that there is no' talent' under the stick! " Dad sighed, stood up, walked up to me calmly, stroked my head and said to me; "You think about the reason. If you have any questions you don't understand, you should ask the teacher in time. I believe you can do better in the exam. " I looked at my father, and my heart was sour. ...

Now that I am ten years old, I still don't understand the meaning and weight of this sentence by my father. But I have no complaints about my father. I know he taught me how to be a man in this society and how to do better in a special way.

Dad is strict and kind.

Hope to adopt, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.

3. How to write a composition of strict mother

"Why are you wearing a school uniform?"

One morning, a tall and thin teacher was severely questioning a classmate. "Teacher, I won't dare in the future." The classmate looked ashamed and bowed his head.

Who is this strict teacher? She is my mother.

Every morning and evening, mother will "stand guard" at the school gate. Once a classmate is found to have violated discipline, he will be severely criticized as above. After a long time, as soon as the students saw their mother's tall and straight posture, long hair and serious expression, they couldn't help standing in a row and quietly walking past. It can be seen that my mother's harsh image has already penetrated into the minds of my classmates. Of course, it is very effective for mom to be so strict. To tell the truth, my mother's school used to be "crowded with people", bicycles were damaged, students' things were stolen, and teachers' car tires were punctured ... These major events in the eyes of other schools are commonplace in my mother's school. But since my mother came, the school has completely changed, and it is no exaggeration to use the word "like a lifetime ago" to describe it.

Mother is strict not only with her students, but also with me. Once, the teacher didn't give us homework. I am very happy, thinking: I want to be happy today! Then go straight to the living room. Just when I read it with relish, my mother came back. She was very angry when she saw her schoolbag on the ground. She said, "Why did you throw your schoolbag on the ground just now?" Put it back now! "I pushed my mouth aside, but I did it anyway. Now, I am still very grateful to my mother, because she made me get rid of the bad habit of being sloppy.

Thankfully, because of such strict teachers, the students in the school have become law-abiding; Because of such a strict mother, I became careful and earnest.

I love you, strict mother!

Today, my mother is very obedient. Junior high school composition 600 words, pure handwriting, pure originality.

Topic: My mother is very obedient today.

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My mother is very strange today. Why? Because she doesn't listen to me at ordinary times, I usually ask her to do less housework. She says yes, but she continues to do it. If I gather together to help, I will be gossiped and left hanging.

But what about today? She actually did everything according to me. When I say I dare not do housework, she will sit in a chair and watch * * *.

Why?

Because today is Mother's Day!

I told her, "Today is Mother's Day, it's my Mother's Day. Just like my birthday, the birthday girl is the oldest. You don't have to do anything, just wait for someone to help her do something well. Just like my mother peeled shrimp for me on my birthday, I just need to eat the shrimp in the bowl. So, mom, you should be very obedient today, let me cook dinner quickly and give you a birthday. "

Mom paused, then smiled and touched my head: "OK, mom is obedient. So what is mom going to do now? My little baby. "

I shook my head and thought, "Mom, you sit in that chair over there." I pointed to the chair beside the dining table, and then went back to the kitchen to get tea. I carefully poured some tea into my mother's cup, held the handle of the kettle and said with my little arm, "Hello!" " Finally, I made my mother a cup of tea.

Turning around, I was about to take out the tea and found my mother behind me. I pouted and pretended to be unhappy and said, "Mom, how can you break your word?" You said you should be obedient today. "

"Good, good, obedient." Mother stepped back and stared at the tea in my hand, except the kitchen. If you want to drink quickly, just say so. Why did you come here specially? It's not too late!

After that, I steamed eggs, half a bowl of water and eggs in the rice cooker my mother usually used. Rotate for half a turn 10 minute! That's enough.

After that, I said to my mother who was still sitting in the chair outside the dining table, "Mom, wait a minute, there will be sugar eggs soon."

That day, I made a cup of tea for my mother and made a sugar egg. Later, my mother was very obedient. She ate everything and stopped doing housework. In the end, my father and I did it.

That's the first photo of my life memory film. At that time, I was in kindergarten, and my mother had to take care of me and my father every day and work in the factory. It's hard. I am busy every day. I am too young to understand. I always say to my mother, "Mom, can you stop walking around and let me watch TV!" " "

I am very glad that I have a caring father. Today, we performed a play that my mother obeyed. It's still played on me from time to time, and I really hope this play will never end.

Write a 300-word composition about my childhood under my mother's education. In my memory, my mother taught me many times. Under the influence of my mother, I spent my youth. As time went on, my temper gradually improved.

I remember one Friday night, I went back to my grandmother's house, opened my schoolbag and prepared to do my homework. At this moment, my naughty brother appeared in front of me. When I do my homework, I am most afraid that my little brother will disturb me because he tore up the homework I just finished. I was very angry, lost my temper and began to teach my little brother a lesson. My mother came over when she heard our quarrel and told me not to be angry. My brother is too young to be sensible, so don't be angry with him. My mother took the little one away. My anger has gradually subsided. I think, after all, he is my brother, and I won't be angry with him.

Look at my torn homework, and I have to rewrite it. Mother told her brother to calm down and come and talk to me. Girls are always angry.

My temper was educated by my mother, and now my temper is much better than before. If it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't be in a good temper now!

I grew up under the influence of my mother. I learned forgiveness and consideration from my mother, and I won't haggle over every little thing.

6. Write 500 words to your parents. I will look at the calendar tonight. In 2005, I will be 14 years old in a few months, and I am a veritable adult. From 65438 to 2004, my parents showed me meticulous care and love beyond words. This year's Spring Festival, the prize money I won in the competition and the cost of writing articles at ordinary times are not small, so I decided to do something for my parents.

My mother has a nervous breakdown and suffers from insomnia every day. So I decided to buy her a sleeping aid. However, imagination and reality are often different. I went to the mall to look at the price of sleep AIDS. Oh, my God, 699 yuan! Touch my flat wallet ... alas, although it is more than enough to buy, is this "surplus" too little? 1? ! Whatever! For my dear mother! I bought it! !

As soon as I got home, I showed my "great achievements" to my mother. My mother saw my carefully wrapped things, then looked at my mysterious face and curiously opened the box.

A brief silence ...

"It must be ... very expensive." Why do I suddenly feel that my mother's voice is a little shaky?

"Not expensive, as long as you can sleep well and be in good spirits, you will achieve your goal!" Well, of course, I can't tell my mother that I have spent all my money, otherwise she will be very sad. She knows it's not easy for me to earn this money.

"Silly child ..." My mother didn't look away. I couldn't see her expression, but her voice was lower and she was very sensible. Ha ha! !

"Thank you." Mom finally turned her face and saw tears, but at this moment she smiled so happily!

At night, everyone fell asleep, but I secretly wrote something with the light on. ...

The next morning, my mother saw a letter in the bag. After reading it, hold it in your hand and spread your smile.

At the end of the letter, there is a little love and an ordinary but emotional sentence.

"Mom, I love you!"

7. Write a composition misunderstood by my mother and choose a good topic. I really regret coming home from school tonight and opening my schoolbag. I have been complaining about why I forgot to give my homework to Mr. Feng, so I told my mother that my mother suddenly said to me, "Didn't you copy it?" Who can prove that you copied it? "This sentence like a knife in my heart. I said angrily, "You! I copied it under your nose; And Chen! I just copied it online at noon, and he mocked and copied it. I still don't talk to him. "

I also said, "How could I not copy it? Every day, as long as it is the homework assigned by teacher Feng, I dare not forget a word. Let Mr. Huang and Mr. Feng tell me which day I haven't done my homework in these three years! " My mother looks suspicious like Miss Lin. At that moment, I couldn't help it anymore, and tears welled up in my eyes. It turns out that my mother's vision is the same as that of teacher Lin: only the class cadres are his students, and only the girls are her good children.

8. Help me write a composition, the topic is that I really had a hard time today. If I go to play because I am greedy, thank my mother.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "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!

9. Tuck me in at night. Mother's love.

What is maternal love? Mother's love is to cover you with a quilt, fan you, give you a dollar or two, and encourage you ... In my memory, countless expressions of love are deeply imprinted in my heart, and there is a kind of love that I am afraid exists every day.

In the summer night, I lay comfortably on the bed covered with a mat, ready to sleep. My mother fanned me gently, and there was an electric fan blowing next to me. Slowly, I entered a sweet dream, and my mother left gently.

Usually, I often roll my quilt at night, making my whole body cold. This time is no exception, but I didn't notice it was a summer night, I still felt cold, and I don't know if the quilt was lifted. The cold smell opened my eyes. At this moment, a voice came into my ears. "Click" is the sound of the machine. I slowly opened my sleepy eyes. As soon as I saw it, the electric fan stopped working. It turned out to be my mother. At that time, I vaguely heard my mother say, "This child has lifted the quilt again, rolling around!" " "Say that finish, put me back on the pillow, then cover the quilt and cover me. Seeing this scene, I was very moved. Slowly, I fell asleep again. Every day or two, no, it should be said that almost every day, my mother comes to me to tuck in. "The child, he lifted the quilt and rolled around! "This sentence rings in my ear almost every night. I will never pay off my mother's debt, even my mother's debt of covering me with a quilt!

10. A touching thing happened to my mother. There are many things that happened between my mother and me, like the stars in the sky, which are countless. Some things have faded with time, but one thing moved me.

I remember one time my mother said, "Honey, the weather forecast says it will rain. Take an umbrella." I looked at the sky and thought, today is sunny, where will it rain? So I took a small umbrella that only covered my head and ran away. It seems that there are always mistakes in not listening to mom. The sky was overcast after school, and it was raining cats and dogs before I got home. I strode home with my umbrella, and when I got home, I was no different from a drowned rat. In the evening, I turned off the light and went to sleep. When I was dreaming, a cruel disease pulled me out of my dream, and I was in bed in pain. Mom asked me, "What's the matter, baby?" I said, "I feel sick." Mother took the thermometer out of the living room and put it under my arm. And she took it out and looked at it. Mom said, "Yo, it's 38 degrees!" "Without further ado, I woke my father and took me to the hospital. It was already three o'clock when the nurse pushed me into the ward. I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I saw a touching scene. At that time, I secretly vowed in my heart that I would never let my mother worry about me again.

Although it has been a long time, I will never forget it. I still remember every detail.

My mother's arms gave me a blue sky and let me play in her warm arms. My mother's umbrella holds up a blue sky for me, so that I will never be beaten by wind and rain under her beautiful umbrella.

Mom, I really want to say to you here: "Mom, you have worked hard."