Motherly Love_Junior High School Narrative

I believe that everyone must be exposed to composition in their study and work, especially narrative, which is the most basic and common form of writing. Narratives write about the experiences in life and the author’s true feelings about life. How should we write this type of composition? The following is a maternal love_junior high school narrative that I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need.

After graduating from college, I went to work in Guangzhou. Half a year later, my mother came over from her hometown in Hubei to see me and brought me two newly knitted sweaters. My mother's hands are very skillful. When I was a child, I liked to wear the sweaters knitted by my mother. They were warm and beautiful. But now, I have been transformed by Guangzhou into a fashionable and elegant girl. I usually hang out with the group of vain girls in the company, and all we talk about are Chanel, STYLE, Ports and other famous brands. I can no longer look at my mother’s hand-knitted sweaters. I was afraid of disappointing my mother, so I told her tactfully: "The weather in Guangzhou is hot for a long time, and there are few opportunities to wear sweaters. You should stop knitting sweaters for me in the future." My mother quickly said: "Guangzhou also has winter. `. Anyway, my mother is idle at home. Besides, the sweater I bought can’t be as warm as the one I knitted by myself.” I smiled, and I could only lock my mother’s love in the closet.

In the evening, I took my mother to the mall. In the mall, I took a fancy to a black wool crocheted shawl, dotted with many silver beads, which was so gorgeous that it made people enchanted. In my memory, a Hong Kong actress once wore this shawl in TV entertainment news. I couldn't put it down and started touching it. The friendly and gentle voice of the shopping guide rang in my ears: "Miss, this shawl is designed by an Italian designer, and it suits your temperament very well. Today our counter happens to have a discount sale, and the 20% discount price of this shawl is only 620 yuan. You can Consider buying one." The mother standing next to me immediately exclaimed in her hometown dialect: "This little thing is worth so much money!" I thought it was expensive too, so I smiled apologetically at the lady. The shawl was replaced.

On the way, my mother was still nagging: "A shawl costs so much. Guangzhou people's money is really not money." Of course, my mother, who has knitted sweaters all her life, cannot understand the sky-high price of a shawl, and I am too lazy to do so. Explain to her. "I can also crochet that kind of flower shape. I will buy wool tomorrow and crochet the same one for you." When I heard this, I quickly dissuaded him: "Mom, you finally came to Guangzhou. I'm going to take you with you this weekend. Go around, don’t tire yourself out.”

But the next day, my mother bought back the wool and sequins, saying that she would crochet them for me in the remaining few days. A beautiful shawl. One afternoon a few days later, after getting off work from the company, I strolled into the mall. At the women's clothing counter of "Baozi", I caught a glimpse of a long white dress. After I asked the sales lady to take it off and try it on, I never wanted to take it off again. The self in the mirror is as beautiful and dazzling as a star. I gritted my teeth, opened my wallet, and handed over my newly paid salary.

I happily returned home with the clothes and told my mother that I only spent more than 100 yuan. If she told the truth, she would nag with heartache. I was sleeping in bed at night, imagining the glamorous scene where my female colleagues would gather around me tomorrow, and I was so happy...

When I got up the next morning, when I shook off my skirt, my face changed drastically, and I yelled at my mother: "Mom, why did you remove the label? Who asked you to remove the label on my clothes?" My mother looked at me in surprise. When she was a child, in order to protect my delicate skin, she would carefully remove every piece of my underwear. Trademark on the back of the neck. She did not expect that her many years of habits would make me angry today. My mother looked at me anxiously and asked: "What's wrong, is this trademark important?" I continued to shout to my mother: "Of course it is, you know? This dress is a famous brand and cost me more than 1,000 yuan! Now The trademark is gone, and the girls in my company still don’t laugh at me because I bought it cheap from a small street store?” I threw down my clothes angrily, didn’t eat the breakfast my mother bought, and went to work.

Sitting in the company, I felt more and more regretful as I thought about getting angry at my mother because of my petty vanity. When I returned to the dormitory after get off work, I was about to apologize to my mother. Unexpectedly, I saw a message from my mother: "Xiaoying, mom is home. I hooked up the shawl and put it next to the pillow. In addition, there is 5,000 yuan that I left in the drawer. Yuan money.

Don't spend money lavishly in the future. It's such a waste to spend so much money on a piece of clothing..." My heart suddenly twitched. My mother left. She loved me so much, but I let her go with sadness. …

At the company party party half a month later, I put on the shawl my mother had crocheted for me and appeared in front of everyone. All the female colleagues looked at me with envy in their eyes. Praising: "This shawl is so beautiful. Which big store did you buy it at?" I hesitated, but answered truthfully: "I didn't buy this. My mother crocheted it for me." They were even more amazed and envious, saying: "Your mother's hands are so skillful." You are so lucky to have a mother who loves you so much. How much effort it takes to crochet such a shawl! ”

I looked at the starry and complicated shawl on my body, and remembered the days and nights when my mother was immersed in crocheting. A huge gratitude and pride surged from my heart. I I realized that maternal love is the unparalleled brand in the world...