I draw well, and my mother likes my paintings very much. There will be a plague show soon, but what if you dare not go on stage?

1. My mother's composition is 900 words. My mother is young, which can be described as "Time and tide wait for no man". At the urging of the old man, the hair on her head was already mixed with wisps of white hair. My mother has nothing in particular to do, nothing in particular to contribute, and nothing particularly superior to me. My mother just thinks that a very ordinary peasant woman is a woman who lives at home on daily necessities besides working in the fields. This woman, "my mother", gave me life. It was this woman who raised me and taught me how to be a man. It was this woman who gave me a warm home. It was this woman who gave me everything ... my mother, with low education and simple heart. She taught me to be honest, responsible and help others. When I was a child, I was always weak and often had a fever. It rained heavily that day, because it suddenly turned cold and I had a fever again. Despite the heavy rain outside, she picked me up and ran to the hospital. I took this umbrella. It's too small. When I went to the health center, my mother's clothes were all wet, and she had an injection and took medicine. We ran home in the rain, and when we got home, my mother asked me to take medicine, and then. My mother is already cooking. After waking up, my mother quickly put down her work and stroked my forehead. She often breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that my fever had gone down. Mom just thinks that ordinary women have done what I am grateful for all my life, and I can't repay them all my life! Every time I call "mom", my heart is warm. My mother made great efforts for my growth, but in my mother's body, I realized the greatness of maternal love. I remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, my homework had already been finished, leaving only a composition that looked very graphic. Because I just started writing, it grew bigger at first sight, and I asked my mother for help without thinking. My mother touched my head and said, "Look at the picture carefully." Then tell me, mom will help you modify it. Will you finally write it down? "I thought: How long will it take me to watch cartoons? So I said impatiently, "No, I'll write whatever you say, okay?" "No," my mother said decisively, and then instructed me, "You can write whatever you draw on the picture. "I listened to my mother and was very angry, so I ignored them. My eyes seemed to be looking out of the window. My mother's face suddenly became serious. I stood up and went out. I am so anxious and angry that I can't watch cartoons and finish my composition today. I began to cry loudly, thinking that my mother heard me crying. But my mother didn't give in to my crying. I thought I could not cry, so I had to apologize to my mother. My mother's gloomy face has finally softened. " I can't teach you. If I help you write, you will never write a composition. "I listened to my mother and nodded. After my mother's teaching, I found that writing was not that difficult. One little thing inspired me deeply: I just need to think hard about what I have done. 2. My mother's composition is 900 words [My mother's composition is 900 words] Yao Mili of Zhengzhou Everest Olympic Sports School, a thread in the hand of a proud mother, makes clothes for her wayward boy's body, and my mother's composition is 900 words. Fearing that it would delay him coming home, she sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly. But how deep love is, nothing grows, and there is room for three spring scenery. Every time I read this eternal quatrain, I feel more excited. Isn't the great mother described in ancient poetry a portrayal of my mother? Yes! My mother is neither a cadre nor a great man, nor an outstanding figure written in people's stories, but she is an example for me to learn, because she has a very considerate heart that loves me. Mother has a pair of big shiny eyes, a tall straight nose, a red mouth like a peach, elegant eyelashes, thin eyebrows, shiny black hair and an apple-like face. Especially beautiful! This description is the most wonderful in the whole paper. It captures the most important characteristics of the mother, and immediately attracts the readers' attention through subtle depiction, showing the beauty of the mother to the readers. My mother always likes to say to me, "Look at the time, go to school!" Then I always go back to my room in frustration and reluctantly take out my book to read. But when I took the exam later, I thought my mother did the right thing. Because I study every night now, I always get good grades in exams. The content of the selection highlights the love of your mother, but if there are more touching details, comparing them with touching details will better highlight your mother's love. My mother's fourth grade composition is 900 words. When I was learning to ride a bike, my mother would pick me up every time I fell, and then she smiled and said to me, "Be careful!" " But I still want to wrestle. But when I see my mother's loving and gentle eyes, my heart will rise with incomparable warmth and confidence. Up to now, I have become a master cyclist. The most interesting thing is playing poker with my mother. At first, my mother always stared at me, as if to say, "demo, still play with me!" " "I will also look at my mother as if to answer," Although I am younger than you, I may not lose! " "My mother may not be the most beautiful in others' eyes, but in my eyes my mother is the most beautiful! Teacher's comment: Yao Mili's writing skills are very solid. The wonderful description of his mother's appearance at the beginning of this chapter proves this point. It is very literary and captures the reader's heart well. The selected material is very good, but it lacks content that makes itself and readers more moved, which is not exquisite enough. In this article, you need to be clear about the theme you want to express, whether to write about the beauty of your mother or her smile, or her strict requirements, or both. You need to clear your mind, and then you can choose the materials according to your own life, so that the chapters will be integrated and the center will be prominent. Come on! 3. The character description composition "Mom" is deeply hidden in my heart. There is a kind of love in my heart, which always gives me warmth. It was on a rainy day. In the heavy rain, glittering and translucent water drops hit the window and made a "snapping" sound, and there was deafening thunder from time to time. I thought to myself: Oh, no, I didn't bring my umbrella. My mother took my brother to Guangzhou to see a doctor. How should I go home? Students have been picked up by their parents. It's raining harder and harder, like a column of water falling from the sky. The situation is amazing! I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I have a rash. After coming here for a while, most of the students left, only my shortness of breath echoed in my ears. It's getting dark, the rain hasn't stopped, and my heart is full of fear. I carry my schoolbag like I'm running outside the school gate. My heart seems to be beating drums, and I just want to go home quickly. The rain washed away the potholes in the ground. Running and running, I stepped into the water with one foot and fell with a splash. My legs kept bleeding and I was covered with mud. I smiled again, and then began to cry. At this moment, a man ran over and asked me gently, "What's wrong with you, little friend?" ? "I looked up and it turned out to be my mother! I stopped crying at once and hugged my mother hard. Mother's white dress was stained by me. Then, my mother patted me on the mud and helped me up. Her crystal tears hung on my cheek and gently said to me, "son, let's go home. Mom will dress your wound." Suddenly, my heart was full of warmth. My mother took me home regardless of the hard work. I used to think that my mother often beat me and blamed me, but I know that it is also a kind of love, because my mother wants me to be a useful person, so I will carefully hide this heavy love in my heart and let me cherish the best love in the world forever! My mother's composition describes that my mother has a good mother, which is more important than all the wealth in the world. Because, mom will teach you that your hands can create a better future. My mother is a good mother who can read my heart without me. My mother's love for me is incomparable to everything in the world. I am a fledgling bird now. I like coquetry and naughty. I like to call my mother 40 times a minute. I like sitting there and watching my mother smile at me. I like ... everything is happy. I always like to give my mother half. I hope she has more than me. And my mother always looks at me in distress situation: "You …" I look at my mother and think: I love you, mom, because sometimes, only you can understand my heart at once. I understand my mother's mind. She wants me to study hard and find a good job. But she never said, I know, he doesn't want to add pressure to me. In today's society, countless parents have arranged a lot of extracurricular tutoring for their children. No one doesn't want their children to succeed, and they want their daughters to succeed. But my mother is not like this. She always said to me, "if you want to learn, go to the newspaper." My mother asks nothing, as long as you study hard. "I am a boy who likes to misplace things. My mother always helps me find things, and then she will stare at me and start talking. Then my mother and I will open our eyes and laugh at the wonderful scenes ... I have quietly shed tears, and I can't write any more, because my mother's love is something I can't finish with this pen in my hand. Mom has given us so much, and now I can only cry affectionately here: "mom, I love you!" ""5. In my mother's 700-word composition, many secrets are hidden in my heart by means of expression and three ways of describing characters. Some make me happy, some make me sad, and some move me. Everyone has their own flavor: some are sweet and delicious, which can make me forget for a long time, sweet to the whole heart; Some of them are miserable, which makes me very angry; But some can't say it, but every time I think about it, I am moved to tears! The touch of life is everywhere. Occasionally, hearing a familiar song "Only Mom is Good in the World" will make me think a lot, and I will be moved to tears when I think of everything my mother has done for me! I remember once, it rained heavily, and the raindrops fell on the eaves in a straight line. My mother put on her boots and sent me to school as usual. This muddy road is difficult to walk. My mother carried me behind my back, and every step she took was careful, for fear of falling me off. But mother's careful walking is still a slippery step, and it is difficult to move forward. She is like a heavy load, and she is panting when she walks. I held an umbrella and tried to get off my mother's back and walk by myself, but no matter how I begged, my mother refused and complained angrily, "What if I fall and get hurt?" My clothes are wet and I have to spend medical expenses when I catch a cold. It's uncomfortable! "Although my mother always accuses me, I can't be angry. I know this is my mother's love for me! In this way, I have been lying on my mother's back. Her spine is particularly obvious and thin, but it is so safe. Inadvertently saw a few white hairs faintly visible on my mother's head, thinking: My mother already has white hair at such a young age! Looking at the dazzling white hair, my heart stung. At that moment, tears wet my eyes and whispered, "Mom, I love you so much! ""Mother said with a silly smile, "Silly child!" "Although many years have passed, I have never forgotten that moment that touched me, and occasionally I will cry when I think about it." Time, time, you walk slowly, don't let mother get old, I will always keep my mother by my side! "I love my mother so much that I hope she will never get old. I want to repay my mother's love with practical actions! 6. A 900-word composition describing a character: My uncle is an optimist. Speaking of my uncle, he is quite famous. Ask anyone in our yard who doesn't know him. Last time he came to our house, he not only attracted a group of policemen, but also made a child cry and an old woman fell. What the hell is going on? Listen to me slowly. That day, I went to the railway station to meet my uncle. My uncle saw me and said happily, "Yo, you've grown so tall!" " "I was about to help him with his luggage when a group of policemen came up angrily, pulled me behind them and whispered to me,' Be careful in the future, little friend, and stay away from these bad guys!' "I was thinking about what happened, and then a group of policemen surrounded my uncle. My uncle paused for a moment, then smiled and said to me, "Your family has money and hired so many bodyguards? "I almost fainted to the ground. If the police hadn't found out my uncle's identity later, we wouldn't know how long we would stay in the police station! My uncle and I returned to my yard with heavy luggage. At this moment, an old woman pushed a baby to our side. I said hello to grandma and then walked home. After a long walk, there was crying behind me. When I turned around, I saw my uncle make the baby cry. I rushed over. My uncle was still standing there and said to me with a big smile, "Look, this little guy is crying. "What? ! He made people cry and called him cute. I have never seen such a person. Grandma gave him a dissatisfied look and was about to comfort the baby. Uncle smiled and gave grandma a push and said, "I'll do it!" "Who knows that he has great strength and knocked down the grandmother, so I quickly helped her up for fear of an accident. Grandma scolded my uncle when she came, and my uncle grinned, which made people laugh and cry. As soon as I got home, I figured out how to let my uncle go We didn't have a good time when he was at my house. He is so optimistic that he laughs at everything, making the whole hospital afraid of him. " "No, it won't be my uncle Ding Dong. I have to flash first! Classmate Fan Wen: She is tall and nothing, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan. On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me. The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do? In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter? "Speak? A hard man, shame! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book: "Here you are. Don't be all hands in the future. "What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I am a young girl who once looked down on me and can actually say this sentence. " What ... what, give it to me, what can you ... do? "It took me a long time to stammer a few words." "Never mind, I have an idea." "What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early. After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet. She was reading an old book early the next day. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree. At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there. She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up. "Jingle bells ..." When the class began, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride. 7. My mother wrote a character description. My grandmother is 58 years old this year. She is of medium height and always likes to wear a brown coat and a green apron around her waist. Those wrinkled eyes. Whenever she smiles, she smiles from ear to ear. At this time, you can see that there are only a few "guards" left in her mouth-front teeth. My grandmother is a lovely nag. Once she nags, she never stops. Grandma's nagging is accompanied by growth, but I still like her nagging. Although grandma likes nagging, I never hate her. Once, grandma went out shopping and came back a little late. At home, grandpa said a few words to grandma, and grandma took pains to start chanting. "Shopping today is really tired! There was another traffic jam on the road, and I finally bought so many things. You didn't help me, but I'm exhausted from making this old woman do so many things. Now that I am old, I can't do anything well. I came back late today. I wanted to come back for a hot meal, but you didn't do anything. I have to do it myself. A family can do anything, and I don't know when I will be tired! At this time, my sister came back from school with her schoolbag on her back. I did my homework for a while and clamored to watch TV. Grandpa didn't allow it, and grandma came out to help me: "Son, you should focus on learning!" " "You are only grade three, and you have to go to junior high school, high school and university. There is still a long way to go! If you don't study hard and have no knowledge, you will not be admitted to the university when you grow up. Nowadays, college students never watch TV. No wonder people study so well. Finish your homework, read books, review your lessons, do exercises, study hard, and then learn TV, do you hear? My sister had already blocked her ears tightly, and when she saw that grandma was gone, she took out the cotton stuffed inside and said, "What an old horse!" " "Grandma began to nag when she heard this sentence. If you don't listen to grandma, you are not a good boy. There is some truth in what your Excellency said. You should listen to adults. After listening, my sister had to bury her head in the pile of books reluctantly and continue her study. Advice when most needed is least heeded. Grandma is a little nagging, but that nagging poured her feelings for us. I hope grandma's nagging will accompany me all my life. 8. The character description composition "Mom" is deeply hidden in my heart. In my heart, there is a kind of love that keeps me warm. It was on a rainy day. In the heavy rain, glittering and translucent water drops hit the window and made a "snapping" sound, and there was deafening thunder from time to time. I thought to myself: Oh, no, e5a48de588b I didn't bring my umbrella. My mother took my brother to Guangzhou to see a doctor. How should I go home? Students have been picked up by their parents. It's raining harder and harder, like a column of water falling from the sky. The situation is amazing! I'm like an ant on hot bricks. I have a rash. After coming here for a while, most of the students left, only my shortness of breath echoed in my ears. It's getting dark, the rain hasn't stopped, and my heart is full of fear. I carry my schoolbag like I'm running outside the school gate. My heart seems to be beating drums, and I just want to go home quickly. The rain washed away the potholes in the ground. Running and running, I stepped into the water with one foot and fell with a splash. My legs kept bleeding and I was covered with mud. I smiled again, and then began to cry. At this moment, a man ran over and asked me gently, "What's wrong with you, little friend?"? "? " I looked up and it was my mother! I stopped crying at once and hugged my mother hard. Mother's white dress was stained by me. Then, my mother patted me on the mud and helped me up. Her crystal tears hung on my cheek and gently said to me, "son, let's go home. Mom will dress your wound." Suddenly, my heart was full of warmth. My mother took me home regardless of the hard work. I used to think that my mother often beat me and blamed me, but I know that it is also a kind of love, because my mother wants me to be a useful person, so I will carefully hide this heavy love in my heart and let me cherish the best love in the world forever! 9. Composition My mother 800 words My mother I have a hardworking and kind mother. He is not tall, and his eyes are full of expectations for me. Two splayed eyebrows, a slightly flat nose and two thin lips make up his mother's kind face. In my mind, my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always wears that confident and strong smile. Since her mother was laid off, she has found a new job instead of staying at home. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, he never complains that he is tired, even on holidays. Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never rests. In my opinion, she is like a robot, never tired. One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, so I struggled to sleep. It turned out to be my mother, still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, swinging, and occasionally wiping tears from my forehead. I froze. This is the first time I have seen my mother work so hard. Does he work so hard every night? It hurts a little to think about it: my mother, who has worked hard all day, has to wash my clothes until midnight when she gets home. If only my mother had gone to bed earlier, I'm determined to wear clean clothes in the future to reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I went over. "Mom, go to sleep. I will go to work tomorrow. I will definitely wear clean clothes in the future. " My mother looked back at me and said, "Son, it's late for torture. Go to sleep." Then, she smiled, smiling so kindly as if she were not tired at all. It seems that the tower is happy for my growth again. Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No.2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating for myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily, so hearty. In the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the Expo Park. I have been to several places more or less during my spring outing, but my mother who has never been anywhere is always busy. This is her first time to go out to play. At that moment, he released years of pressure and grievances. She had a good time and laughed happily. This is my mother. She always wears that kind and strong smile on her weather-beaten face. My mother has always inspired me since I was a child. He can't dare to fight against the godless mode in the world. It is also her smile that has accumulated my confidence and made me forge ahead. This is my mother, a strong and great mother. I love my mother. 10. My hero mother wrote 900 words. My mother is absolutely beautiful. Look, she has beautiful hair, shiny black, thin eyebrows and big eyes. Every time I go shopping with my mother, someone always says that we are like sisters, so my mother is often very complacent. Although my mother is beautiful, she has a fatal flaw, that is, forgetfulness, which is also the biggest headache for my father and me. If you come to our home, you will always hear the urging of my father and me. "Mom, you forgot your cell phone." "Wife, your car keys are still on the dining table. Go and get them! " ..... Dad often said to me, "If one day, your mother loses herself, then we can't find her!" Alas, I can't help it. There is a forgetful mother in our family, who can only be supervised by my father and I with super memory. No, today, you see, mom knocked me out again. It suddenly turned cold at night, and my mother clamored to turn on the air conditioner to preheat the air first, so as not to freeze herself out of the bathroom. Anxious, she slammed the door, closed the window, and then went directly to the bathroom to take a shower. Looking at my mother's impatience, I have a bad feeling in my heart: today, my mother will definitely make an old mistake again! Half an hour later, my mother wore a bathrobe and walked leisurely into the bedroom. In less than three seconds, there was a sudden scream of "Ah" in the bedroom. No, my mother has a new problem. I was about to run away, but before I left, my mother's order had arrived: "Son, why is it not warm at all?" I'm freezing. Come and have a look. What's wrong? " Under the threat of my mother, I had to move to my room slowly. Gee, the room is really cold! I was wondering when I suddenly looked up. Ah, the indicator light of the air conditioner is not on. I feel dizzy. My mother didn't turn on the air conditioner at all. I reluctantly pointed to the air conditioner. Mother patted her forehead: "Ah, I just closed the doors and windows and forgot to turn on the air conditioner, or my son is smart." My mother pressed the remote control for more than a dozen times, but the air conditioner still didn't respond. Finally, my mother slammed the remote control, but the air conditioner still didn't work.