The story of me and my mother

The story of my mother and me (collection 15)

The story of my mother and I, 1, passed by in a hurry. Many interesting things happen every day in my life, some of which I have gradually forgotten. However, in my mind, one thing is still vivid until now, and that is the story of my mother and me.

I still remember it was last summer. I woke up from a hazy nap. Sunshine smiled and accompanied me on my way to school, which made me warm all over.

Strange to say, the weather is like the Monkey King's face-it changes whenever it can, and suddenly it changes from sunny to cloudy. As soon as school is over, it will be cloudy and windy. After that, the heavy rain point of Doo fell from the sky, and I was worried: what should I do? Today must be a "drowned rat"!

Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly heard the familiar voice: "Guoguo, mom is here." I looked back, ah ... my mother came to pick me up. I'm so happy! But a closer look shows that my mother's clothes and trousers are all wet, and there are raindrops dripping from her hair and thin raindrops hanging on her face. I guessed at a glance that my mother must have been watching the rain, so I quickly came out of the store to pick me up.

It rained too much along the way and the umbrella was too small. My mother tried to tilt the umbrella to my side and protect me with one hand. She also asked me from time to time if I was caught in the rain. I looked at my mother and tears welled up in my eyes. I think this is the love of every mother in the world for her children, which is often reflected in a small matter.

Mom, I love you!

Story 2 of me and my mother: I always thought my mother was talkative. I also know that it is for my own good and care about me. Motherly love is the most selfless love in the world, but when my mother's words are opened and platitudes, I still can't help but frown secretly. God, if my mother doesn't repeat the same thing all day, she must be the kindest, most caring and greatest mother in the world! But that day, my mother's words deeply touched me.

It was a Sunday. I naturally lay in bed and slept late. This is a rare day off. It's past eleven noon. Actually, I woke up early and knew it was time to get up, but I was waiting for my mother to wake me up. This has become a habit. Sure enough, my mother's loud voice came from the kitchen: "XX, get up, the meal is ready, and then sleep after eating." This is my mother, who cooks a good meal, wakes my baby daughter up and says she will sleep after eating. I was deeply moved by this ordinary sentence. How can my mother be so kind and great? Suddenly I found myself really unfilial, so dependent on my mother, so selfless that my mother paid, and I even felt that my mother was nagging. At this moment, I deeply realized that my mother is the greatest mother in the world, and I even had an idea that I could even stand in front of my mother and die for her if necessary. I ran into the kitchen with a lot of runny nose and tears, and my mother was shocked when she saw it. I kissed my mother in my arms and said to her, "Mom, you are the best mother in the world, and I will be filial to you." Yes, although this is the only thing I can do at present, I will be an obedient daughter and a diligent, considerate and filial daughter in the future, because I have the best mother in the world.

My mother's story 3 There are many people who love me in this world, including teachers, grandfathers, grandmothers, grandmothers, fathers and mothers. But the person who likes me the most, loves me the most and cares about me the most is my mother.

My mother and I are mother and son. She cares about me all the time, whether in the crowd or in the downtown area, my mother's eyes are always fixed on me, and she follows me everywhere. Mother's love is not only reflected in her eyes, but also in her hands. From manicure to cooking three meals a day. Every morning, as soon as I get up, a smell comes to my nose, and I immediately rush into the restaurant and eat with my mouth open. Besides, every day my mother cooks all kinds of dishes to attract me and fill my stomach. When I feel uncomfortable, my mother will come to my room and rub my back, my legs and my shoulders.

My mother and I are still in love between teachers and students. Whenever I am stumped by the topic, when I ask my mother, she will tell me in the most understandable way, which will make me remember deeply and suddenly realize.

When something goes wrong, my mother will enlighten me patiently and meticulously like a teacher and make me happy again.

My mother and I are still friends. My mother and I are best friends. Not long ago, there was a "gyro storm" in the class. I really wanted to buy a gyro, so I asked my father to help me buy one on Taobao, but my father refused. At this time, my mother became a lobbyist. After her eloquent speech, my father finally surrendered.

This is a story that happened between my mother and me.

My mother's story 4 Some people say that maternal love is great, but I think maternal love is also ordinary, which exists in the ordinary life of pots and pans. Mother's words and deeds, every move is the shining of maternal love.

When I was a child, my mother always held my little hand tightly in her hand and led me there. At that time, I was not afraid of cars coming and going, because I knew my mother would protect me.

As I grow up, I often have conflicts with my mother because of some small things, but I didn't realize that my mother was not so young. The original black and bright hair was mixed with a lot of silver, and those white hands became yellow because of the tedious housework. Whenever I am writing at my desk, my mother always gently pushes open the door, brings me a cup of hot milk or a peeled apple and asks softly, "Is it cold?" And then quietly went out. It is this subtle move that expresses my mother's unreserved maternal love for me.

I gradually understand my mother's hard work. In the past, my mother always took care of me Now that I have grown up, I should stop letting her work for me.

In this world, too many things will disappear with the passage of time, but maternal love will not, and its selflessness, beauty and warmth will always remain in my heart. Motherly love is great and even more ordinary.

Today, we learned English words about five senses and body. Ms, the English teacher, told us to go home and read the text carefully, and encouraged us to remember these words. Although the words are simple, they are easy to be confused. I remember them several times and still made mistakes. What should we do?

At this time, my mother didn't force me to recite, but let me play games with her. Huh? What's wrong with mom? I'm reciting words, but she wants me to play games with her? I can't guess what medicine mom sells in the gourd!

My mother asked me to sit face to face with her, and then asked me to point to my nose and ask me first, "How do you say this in English?"

"Well, let me think! Eyes? No, those are eyes, mom, I forgot! " I just can't remember the English of nose.

"Well, I tell you, this is the nose. Do n't move When I say the next part, you should follow my instructions and point to the right part quickly, but point to the right one! "

"all right! I am ready! " In fact, I still have no bottom.

"Nose-nose-ears! (nose-nose-ear) "Mom's starting.

As a result, because I can't tell, I put my hand on my mouth.

"Why? Son, do you have ears in your mouth? This is not good, remember not to spill it in your ears when drinking water! " Mom laughed at me, no, I must win!

"Nose-nose-legs!"

Haha, I was right! This is a leg!

"Nose-nose-arm!"

This is? By the way, it's an arm! I was right again!

……

In this way, after playing for a while, I remembered all the words, and my mother and I exchanged roles. I gave the order, and my mother guessed it, O (∩ _ ∩) O haha-as a result, my mother actually put her toes on her ears and her feet grew on them. What's it like? Like a goat! More like a moose!

Interesting, isn't it? You can also try with your parents!

Story of my mother and I 6 If someone asks me, "Who is the person who has been accompanying you, teaching you, caring about you and caring about your growth?" I will not hesitate to answer: "parents, of course." Because when I faced the stage, they gave me confidence; When I was sick, they were so anxious that they took me to the hospital. When I encounter setbacks, they give me courage; The love they give me is like countless stars in the sky.

I remember once, my mother decided to teach me to ride a bike. I was only six years old. One day, my father took a fancy to a new bike from Guangzhou, and he bought me one. Mother decided to teach me to ride a bike. So, I learned to ride in the community. When I couldn't wait to get on my bike, my mother quickly called a timeout and put on a brand-new helmet and protective gear. My mother carefully guided me to pay attention to safety. I put my foot on the pedal, stepped on the bike hard and rushed forward. Because I am a novice, I can't control my bike well and didn't have time to brake. I hit the wall and my bike fell off. I fell, too If my mother hadn't helped me with my bike and helped me, I wouldn't have stood up.

Mom looked at me and said, "Come on, baby, keep riding." "Do you want to hurt your baby again?" I answered loudly. "As the saying goes, how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" Mother said slowly, "Similarly, how can you get good grades if you don't work hard?" I have nothing to say, so I have to go back to my bike in frustration. I rode smoothly this time. While riding, I thought: Why did my mother do this to me this time? I find it strange that my mind is full of question marks. I didn't see a big stone in front because I didn't concentrate. There was another loud noise, and I stood firm again. My mother came over and said to me gently, "honey, it's okay." Keep practicing. " "Mom, I can't learn well, so I'd better not learn." I whispered. I saw my mother smiled and said to me seriously, "There are no bad things in this world, only things that I don't want to do."

With tears in my eyes, I got on the bike again, stepped on my foot, dried my tears and concentrated. I secretly told myself that I would learn to ride, learn to ride. I walked around the community three times and didn't fall and get hurt. Finally, my mother proudly announced, "Baby, you have learned to ride a bike!" " Hearing the news, I was so happy that my heart was as sweet as honey.

On the way home, my mother told me that even if I fell a hundred times, I would stand up for the first time 10 1. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it.

Although it has been a long time, I will never forget my mother's words, which have always inspired me to move forward.

The story between my mother and me is endless. Stories from 12 years have brought my relationship with my mother closer, and those stories have made me unforgettable so far.

At the age of 3-the article of being beaten

"Boo-hoo ... Boo-hoo, I didn't, I just didn't." I sobbed as I spoke, and added "I don't know". At this time, my mother's face was gloomy with anger, and everything at home seemed to be still. Even the old man seems to stop and watch this "emergency" quietly.

The reason is that I don't know where I picked up a firecracker and put it in my schoolbag. More unfortunately, the gun rang, and my mother was called by the teacher for the first time.

"Where ... where did you get it?" My mother's attitude remains the same, as if she were more angry. Her eyes were fixed on me as if a sword had stabbed me in the heart. At that time, although I was wearing a winter cotton-padded jacket, my legs were stiff, my hands were cold, and sweat dripped from my forehead. That time, I was severely taught a lesson by my mother.

Although my mother and I often have some unpleasant things, there is only love between me and my mother except pain.

At the age of 8-Proud article

It snowed heavily that year, and I was not happy. My heart is pounding, as if to jump out of my throat, because my final exam results will come out soon-who knows whether it is good or bad. At this time, my mother seems to be very nervous, looking around.

When I entered the school, my heart jumped like a rabbit, and I came to several discos from time to time. I was on and off for a while, and even sitting in the classroom, I couldn't calm down. After a while, I realized that the score was 300 (Chinese, math, foreign language). After returning home, I asked my mother for a present.

"Mom, buy one ..." "OK".

"Mom, buy one ..." "No problem".

"Mom …" I was about to say when my mother interrupted me.

At this time, my mother doesn't care at all, because behind the gift, there is my mother's New Year greeting to me-love.

12 years old-reversal chapter

On Sunday, homework finished, target computer.

At this time, my mother came out, and her face seemed to be full of "playing computer, no way". Sure enough, as I expected, "I'll leave you homework when I go back."

My mouth is shaped like "0" in Zhang Kaicheng. "Why?"

At this moment, my mother froze and said nothing. I proudly walked to the computer. When my mother saw it, she had to give it up. Who knows, as soon as I turned on the computer, a prompt box "Please enter the login password" appeared, and I was shocked all over. It turns out that my mother didn't stop it for a reason. Strange, the computer I played last week was locked! I was depressed for a long time, so I had to use my magic weapon-press F8 to enter the safe mode, create a user login, and change the password to none. ...

The political book says that the age from 10 to 18 is adolescence, and we are rebellious. Now I understand that my rebellion caused my mother to lock the computer, but I realized a different lock-the lock of love.

This is the story of my mother and I, and there are still many stories to tell. And my mother's love for me is like Longjing tea after the rain. It will be memorable after drinking.

I love mom! Mom loves me! This is the story of my mother and me.

Story of my mother and I 8 In this world, many things will happen. The story that happened between my mother and me was not shocking enough, but I still remember that day clearly.

That day, it was the final exam, and I had a fever. I came home with a high fever after the exam. My mother saw me like this and rushed me to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, my mother took me to draw blood in the morning as the doctor said. After the blood was drawn, the doctor read the report and said it was a bacterial infection. It would be fine to have an injection. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, but my mother still took me around. My mother and I were very tired during the injection, but my mother asked me to sit there and sleep for a while and go out to buy something to eat by myself. By the time my mother came back, I was already fast asleep and the needle was almost finished. After my mother went to ask the nurse to change another bottle of liquid medicine, let me eat something first. I asked my mother, "won't you eat together?" My mother replied, "I have already eaten." Although I know my mother hasn't eaten it, my mother should have her reasons. When I got home, my mother and I both washed and went to bed. When I got up the next day, I still had a little fever, but under the care of my mother, I gradually got better.

Mom, you took such good care of me that day that I will never forget it!

My mother's story 9: "A flock of geese came in front and plopped into the river. After three high tides, they will catch up with the slope. " Can you guess what this is? Okay, this is jiaozi. Speaking of jiaozi, I like it very much! Today, my mother and I are going to package jiaozi together. I'll test you while my mother is preparing.

Do you know the legend of jiaozi? Don't you know? Let me tell you something! He was invented by Henan medical sage Zhang Zhongjing! Once, Zhang Zhongjing went home and saw that many poor people's ears were frozen and rotten, which was very distressing. So, he came up with a way to wrap mutton and some cold-dispelling herbs in dough and cook them for patients. After eating two jiaozi ears and drinking a bowl of soup, my whole body became hot, my qi and blood became smooth, and my ears became warm. I ate too much and recovered completely. This is jiaozi. Everyone likes to eat it. There is a folk saying that it is delicious but not as good as jiaozi!

Oh! Mom is ready to roll the skin! I saw my mother knead the dough into strips first and then cut it into small pieces. After cutting, she flattened the small pieces, and my mother began to roll the skin! I saw my mother put her hands on the rolling pin and gently rolled it. The dumpling skin was slowly turned up under the rolling pin, and soon a round and thin dumpling skin was rolled out. Wow, that's amazing! I rolled one like my mother, but I forgot to sprinkle flour in a small dose. As a result, the dumpling skin stuck to the rolling pin. Hee hee! After the dumpling skin is rolled, it's time to wrap jiaozi. I first took the dumpling skin in my hand, then scooped some dumpling stuffing in with a small spoon, then folded it in half and squeezed it tightly with my hands. Oh, there is so much stuffing that I have to poke the dumpling stuffing with chopsticks. Ah! Jiaozi, wrapped by her mother, stood upright like a soldier in training, while Jiaozi, wrapped by me, lay there lazily, fat and thin. Hey! Really ugly!

Let's go to jiaozi! Jiaozi "jumped" into the pot and slowly sank to the bottom of the pot, resting underwater like a tired little fish. The water boiled for three times, and after mother added cold water to the pot for three times, jiaozi floated like a boat sailing on the sea. "Have a meal!" Mother handed me a bowl of hot jiaozi. Have a taste. Mmm, it smells good! The fragrance flowed into my heart, eating my own jiaozi, leaving me with endless aftertaste, which made me feel extremely happy and happy!

The story of me and my mother 10 My mother sat on the sofa, wiping her tears gently, and I stood beside her at a loss.

I finished all my homework on the weekend afternoon. My mother agreed to watch TV with me when she saw my good behavior. I was quickly attracted by the TV program and couldn't help putting my hand in my mouth. Mom gave me a look, showing a trace of displeasure, and said, don't eat your hands! I realize it. Put your hand down right now.

After a while, I put my hand in my mouth again. Mom gave me another look and said angrily, don't eat your hands again! How unsanitary! Stop watching TV if you eat your hands again. I rolled my eyes and put my hand down. Mother wanted to say something else, but she held back.

After a long time, I put my hand in my mouth again. This time, I completely angered my mother. Mother stood up angrily, her eyebrows raised, her eyes opened wide, her nose was panting, her hands were put on her waist, and she shouted, How many times have I reminded you? Eat your hand! Eat your hand! Turn off the TV! I replied loudly: What happened to eating hands? I ate my own hand, not yours. After hearing this, my mother froze for a few seconds, showing an incredible look. When I saw it, I deliberately bit my mother's thumb quickly and exaggeratedly. Then say: Turn off the TV! I eat my hand, I eat, what can you do with me? Hearing this, my mother twitched her facial muscles and said with tears, I warned you not to eat your hands, but you didn't listen! You still treat me like this! Are you going to rebel? I was even more angry. I immediately turned off the TV, strode into the room and slammed the door.

I calmed down by the bed for a while and went to the door of the room to see my mother still angry. I went back to my desk, wrote a letter of apology to my mother and stuffed it into her hand. Then, I poured a glass of water for my mother. My mother read my letter of apology and said, I forgive you this time, and I will get rid of the bad habit of biting my hand in the future. Mom believes you can do it. I was very happy after listening to it. As soon as I was happy, I spilled the water in the cup on the floor. I immediately said: Oh, no, tragedy! Mom smiled and said, dry the floor!

In this way, my mother and I made up again.

My story with my mother is 1 1, probably because my father has to travel a lot. At home, my mother and I have the deepest feelings. We seem to be "soul mates". No matter what I think and do at home, it seems that my mother knows everything. Sometimes I feel unlucky to have such a mother. It is almost impossible for me to have personal secrets. My father always said that I was my mother's parrot.

My mother is very tall, and the most beautiful thing is her eyes, which are big and concave, and her nose is very high, a bit like a foreigner. My mother likes to look at me when I am doing something. My eyes are full of tenderness and love. I like my mother best at this time.

But it seems that after entering primary school, the gentle mother suddenly became severe, especially when her grades were poor and she was playful. My mother is like a lioness, her eyes are full of blame and anger.

I remember when I first entered the third grade, all the teachers in our class changed, and I didn't adapt, especially my math scores dropped rapidly. My mother flies into a rage every time she sees me make a low-level mistake, and a scolding is inevitable. At this moment, I am very scared. I hate myself for disappointing and making my mother angry, but I feel wronged because I also think about it. I often cry very sadly, but tears make my mother more angry. She said I was a crocodile's tear. My grades are getting worse and worse, and finally I can't finish the exam within the prescribed time. But this time, after taking home the unsatisfactory test paper, my mother didn't say anything, which made me even more afraid. The next day, I found a letter by the pillow, which was written by my mother. It said, "Actually, you are a good boy. You really want to achieve your goal, but you can't, not because you are stupid, but because my requirements are too high. " Mom hurt you, can you forgive her? "I was very touched when I read my mother's letter. Mom, I will work harder!

This letter has been hidden in my drawer, and I will remember a sentence in it: "A child's shortcomings are her characteristics. Everything will be fine when she grows up! " I am full of confidence in myself!

My mother's story 12 Alas, the teacher arranged for my mother to write a composition again. What should I write? My mother is an able person in people's eyes. She loves working and cooks well. But in my eyes, he is a complete child. Whenever she has a problem, she "conflicts" with me, either ignoring me or always opposing me, which makes me nervous.

One of the headaches: Mom is a chatterbox.

"Tingting, it's seven fifty, it's time to get up!" "Please don't worry, I'm up!" I put a pillow corner in my ear, sat up slowly and said weakly. Busy mothers in the kitchen had to say one after another, "Tingting, get up, get up, it's seven fifty!" " "I immediately refreshed, action immediately to speed up. I picked up my sweater, lifted it hard, put it behind me, jumped out of bed, rolled out of the bedroom and looked at the wall clock. Oh, my God, it's only 7: 27. I almost passed out. Mom is exaggerating!

Just after school in the afternoon, my mother started her "speech" in succession. "Ah, the border guards are really hard! Patrol in the ice and snow. Inferior milk powder is really harmful! The people who produce these milk powders are really wicked. They are crazy about money and do these immoral things. The United States has started to fight Iraq again ... "These things have happened for" 800 years ". Why didn't my mother forget them?

In the evening, my mother continued to make a long speech with her "golden words and jade words". Tingting, do your homework quickly, go to bed early, get up early tomorrow, get to school on time, and don't be late. "I see." I sighed and said that I didn't even know where my mother came from.

The story of my mother and me 13 My mother gave me life. During my growing up, many things happened between my mother and me, and everything impressed me deeply.

I remember one night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me loudly, "Gao Tengxiao, what's wrong with you?" You made three mistakes when you calculated the problem of intersection 6! What a pity! "It turned out that my mother found that I made too many verbal mistakes, and I was so angry that I didn't play. My mother picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I thought indignantly at that time: "Are the questions at the three intersections wrong? "You don't have to scold me like that. Are you still hitting me so hard? " At the thought of this, I jumped up and shouted at my mother, "Why did you hit me?" Why did you hit me? "Mom has been angry, see me so add fuel to the fire, add fuel to the fire. Angry mother yelled at me again, "Don't you dare talk back …", picked up a small stick next to me and hit me until I screamed in pain, and my mother stopped hitting me.

By the time my mother came out of the room, I was already very angry, and the anger in my heart almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of my desk in a daze, and without hesitation, I picked up the notebook of my conversation with my mother-the dialogue record of my heart, tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. I was so happy that I finally threw up. But after a while, I began to regret it again: this is my heart dialogue book with my mother! How can you tear it off at will? I really want to slap myself.

At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in. She saw the messy pieces of paper on the ground. Without saying a word, she just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then folded them neatly and put them in the drawer. Then I sat down and reasoned with me calmly, and I slowly calmed down and felt that what I did was really wrong.

At night, when I turned off the light and began to fall asleep, I heard a familiar footstep push the door and come in. Mom came in and turned on the desk lamp, took out the fragments of my notebook that I just tore, and glued them back one by one with glue, double-sided adhesive and single-sided adhesive. Tears suddenly came out of my eyes. I got out of bed gently, walked up to my mother and said, "Good mother, I will never do this again. Please forgive me, me? " My mother said softly to me, "All right. Mom just wants to tell you that this is our soul exchange book. We should cherish this book and cherish our spiritual communication. "

The story of me and my mother 14 My mother sat in front of the sofa and gently wiped her tears. My mother was angry with me and cried.

On Sunday, I was writing my homework. It said that I had a feeling of not wanting to write. I began to be in a daze. As a result, my mother saw me write two lines in an hour. My mother is a little angry. She said to me, I gave you a whole hour, and you only wrote me less than 20 words! I don't care to say: mom, I don't know why, but I have a feeling that I don't want to write. My mother gave me a hard look and motioned me to finish my homework quickly.

But less than five minutes after writing, I couldn't help being in a daze again. I am thinking about what snacks to eat and what toys to play after finishing my homework. When I came to my senses, I saw my mother standing behind me. At this time, my mother's eyebrows seemed to stand on end, her eyes were as big as two bells, and her face was livid and serious as a statue. She raised her right hand high, and bam! With a bang, he hit my hand hard and shouted at me, can't you be serious if you don't start doing your homework? I said impatiently, I have to finish it anyway, so write slowly! My mother was so angry that I cried, and I was at a loss to see her sad tears. I pushed my mother's arm and repeatedly said, mom, I'm not in a daze anymore. I will do my homework well.

Finally, my mother stopped crying and I continued to do my homework seriously.

My mother's story 15 I have a caring mother. She has eyes as bright as a black gem, thick eyebrows and a high nose. ...

My mother is very kind to me. She will buy me almost everything I want except useless things. Next, I will tell you a story that my mother cares about me! Be sure to listen carefully

I remember once, when I was playing with my neighbor, I suddenly fell down, which made my leg hurt again. My mother saw it and took me to the hospital at once. After the doctor's clairvoyant judgment, I want to sew a needle. Because my wound is too big and deep. When I hear the word sewing, I feel like I lost my soul. I started sewing, and I held my mother's hand tightly. Mother said: don't be afraid, it won't hurt for a while. I have no choice but to say yes. The needles went into my flesh one by one, and I was in pain at that time. I secretly saw my mother crying, and suddenly I stopped crying. My mother quickly wiped her tears. My wound is getting better and I can walk. Mother smiled and let all her teeth bask in the sun.

This is my mother.