Write mom's composition

In the usual study, work or life, everyone will always come into contact with the composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition I collected for you to write about your mother, for reference only, I hope it will help you.

Write Mother's Composition 1 The school invited mothers to attend the symposium and listen to what the children said about their mothers. One after another, the children gave speeches on the stage, the content of which was roughly how my mother usually cared about me, helped me with my homework, took care of my life and so on. In the end, most children will say "it's so happy to have such a mother", and most mothers are absent-minded. At this time, a fifth-grade student stepped onto the stage. She bowed and said, "My mother never smiles. She never asks me anything. I can only see her once a week, but she never says hello to me. " There was a slight commotion under the stage.

"Because she is a vegetable. When I was 5 years old, my mother had a car accident and never looked at me again. I call her, she won't promise me; If I kiss her, she won't smile at me; I read my excellent grades aloud. She didn't respond either. I can't believe it! This is the mother who used to accompany me to play slides, hide and seek, and hold me at night to tell stories. "

Someone quietly drew a tissue from the audience. "I saw the news of American vegetative intubation on TV a few days ago, and I was very scared. I asked dad, will mom die? Dad said, mom won't. Mom actually knows that we love her. She knows everything.

"Mom, do you know? Dad and I are waiting for you to go home. " The mothers in the audience began to sob.

Dad, please tell mom tomorrow. Today, I said I love her in front of everyone. Each of us found the only man sitting in the last row through tears. His eyes were red and he smiled shyly. The audience applauded warmly.

Write my mother's composition II. My mother is a canteen employee. She is very ordinary. She never dresses herself and dresses simply. Although her work is humble, she is the most diligent of all employees!

I remember once, when I came home, I saw my mother bending down to mop the floor. Sweat slowly slid down her cheeks, sometimes patting her back with her hand. Without saying anything, I put down my schoolbag, grabbed the mop in my mother's hand and said, "Mom, take a break and I'll mop the floor!" " "Mom wiped the sweat from her cheeks, grabbed the mop from my hand and said sternly," Mind your own homework, and I'll drag it slowly. "My mother has been in poor health. I knew she didn't want to delay my study, so I buried myself in my homework.

After dinner, I saw my mother beating her back again. I felt very uncomfortable and quickly said, "Mom, I'll knock your back!" " "My mother nodded at me in relief. My hand became a fist, patting my mother's back gently, hitting up and down, left and right. Mother closed her eyes comfortably. Don't forget to ask me, "Have you finished all your homework?" "It's all done." I said.

After knocking for almost 5 minutes, my hand began to hurt. But when I think of my mother bending over and sweating, I raise my hand and continue to fight. Left hand for right hand, right hand for left hand. Mom seemed intoxicated, and I was very happy to see that smiling face. Finally, my mother slowly opened her eyes and said with a sigh of relief, "Ah! It's so comfortable, that's enough. Stop knocking. You are tired, too. My old waist is really useless. "

I listened to my mother. I secretly made up my mind that my mother worked hard every day to earn money to support her family. For my study, I must study hard and make my mother happy.

Writing Mom's Composition 3 When others talk about mom, I always feel a little sad and have a lot of happiness. I don't think so when others complain about their bad luck!

My family is not rich. My parents started a copy company to make money. But they tried their best to let me go to a good school and eat a good meal. When I see my mother bargaining with the clothes seller for ten dollars, I always ask, "Mom, isn't it ten dollars?" Don't argue with her, just give it to her? "My mother always said," Ten dollars is money, so we should save it! You can't learn from those rich people, punk! These clothes are worth the money. "Therefore, I also learned two tricks from my mother. When I bought water sprite in the second grade, I bought a large bottle of 60 cents, and generally I bought 50 cents! I estimated that I had only fifty cents, so I smiled and said to the old woman, "Sell me fifty cents!" " "The old lady agreed with a smile. I went home to show off to you, and you said happily, "Oh! My precious son learned to save! " I also nodded proudly.

My mother takes me on a trip every semester. I have been to many places! There are Huangshan, Shanghai, Qingdao, Penglai, Dalian, Hainan Island, Shenyang and other places. In order to broaden my horizons and let me know more knowledge, my mother also took me to see the Beijing Paralympic Games.

What makes me happiest is that my mother trusts me and lets me do everything independently. I go to school by bike. Whenever I go home, my mother won't worry. You can take a taxi to the cram school or go to your classmates' home to play. Mom has many talents. She can play tennis and table tennis. Neither volleyball nor basketball can beat her! So I can also play these ball games.

My mother is still a "net bug", and this bug is a good bug, not a bad bug. My mother often buys me things, clothes and plays online. The second aunt and the fourth aunt can't buy online, so they ask their mother to help them buy them and give them money.

But my mother is also very strict with me. She won't let me watch cartoons. Everyone has what cartoons they see, such as punk and Old Master Q Q. I can only swallow my own saliva. You can't touch those junk foods, and you can't buy gadgets.

Mom, I know whether you are good or bad to me. I want to say to you here: "I love you!" " "

Writing Mom's Composition 4 Mom's hands are hardworking hands; Mother's hands are warm hands; Mother's hand is an encouraging hand.

Diligent hands

Every morning, my mother will get up early and cook for us. By the time I got up to wash, my mother had already served the meal. After years of erosion, my mother's hands have long been covered with cocoons. In winter, the water is getting colder and colder, and my mother's hands are cracked. Once, my mother was a little anxious when cutting vegetables. She accidentally cut her hand with a knife. Seeing the bright red blood coming out, my heart felt like a needle. I asked my mother anxiously, does it hurt? Mom didn't say a word, simply wrapped it up and went to cook again. Ah! Mom's hands are really hardworking hands!

Warm hands

When I was a child, I learned to walk and accidentally fell to the ground. At this moment, my mother patted me on the shoulder and said, stand up! So I tried countless times, struggled a few times and finally stood up. I took a few steps and fell down again, and my mother continued to pat me on the shoulder. Finally, I learned to walk. Ah! My mother's hand gave me warmth and taught me to walk.

An encouraging hand

One summer vacation, my family went to Wuduo Mountain to play, and we started climbing it. At first, I climbed very fast and climbed halfway up the mountain. I'm panting and sweating. I really don't want to climb. I'm going to sit down and have a rest. But my mother came and stroked my head and said, stick to it and you will succeed. After listening to my mother's words, I was full of energy and finally came to the top of the mountain. Looking at the white clouds in the sky, I can imagine. If Madame Curie did not insist, radium would not be found; If Newton didn't insist, he wouldn't know that the earth was attractive; Edison couldn't make a light bulb if he didn't insist. My mother's hand gave me encouragement, taught me to persist, and accompanied me to overcome difficulties step by step and succeed!

Mom, it was your hands that taught me to walk. It is your hands that bring me a happy life. I love your hands, and I love you even more! Mom!

I am the only child in my family, and my parents love me dearly. Especially my mother's love makes it difficult for me to express it in words.

Motherly love is not what people often say, but true and comprehensive love.

When I was three years old, my mother taught me to be an honest person, care for the old and love the young. I remember once, on my birthday, I gave the cut cake to my grandmother first, then to my parents, and the last one was for myself. When I was six years old, it was time to go to school. My mother has prepared my schoolbag. When I finished carrying my schoolbag, my mother hurried me to school. Along the way, my mother taught me to respect teachers, unite classmates, love the group and do more meaningful things for the group. I did as my mother said and was named "Little Angel of Love" every year. My mother is more concerned about my study. When I can't write, my mother teaches me by hand, one stroke at a time. When I have a math problem that I can't do, my mother patiently inspires and induces me until I know it. When my grades dropped, my mother helped me find out the reason and encouraged me: "As long as I work hard, I will definitely catch up." When I got good grades, my mother smiled with satisfaction and said to me, "Don't be proud, come on and strive for better."

My mother not only exudes love in ideological study, but also cares about me in every way in life. When eating, I often say, eat slowly and don't be picky about food. Summer came, and my mother built me a mosquito net. As soon as winter comes, mother puts a cotton-padded coat on the bed. Mom works the night shift. In the evening, my mother came back to cover me with the quilt I dropped, and got up early in the morning to cook for me ... My mother's care and love are incomparable to anyone.

Motherly love is pure love, and maternal love is comprehensive love. I am proud to have such a mother.

Writing Mom's Composition 6 In the beautiful sky, bright little stars appeared, which seemed to be the loving eyes of my mother.

Mom's eyes are not big, but I always have them. Since I was born, I have learned to talk and walk, and a little me is often printed in her eyes. I walk, run, jump and sing in her eyes, and her eyes are my world. When I fell, she used those eyes to encourage me to stand up strongly and inspire me to move on; I went to school. Every morning, she sends me to school with those eyes, and every night, she welcomes me home with those eyes.

Mother's eyes are not big, but her eyes are sharp, and nothing can escape her eyes. Otherwise, how can you see me playing games in my room through the thick door panel? Otherwise, how would I know that I was distracted occasionally in class?

Mom has small eyes, but she can talk. Last Mother's Day, I used my pocket money to buy two pink carnations as gifts for my mother. She didn't say anything at that time, but expressed her gratitude to me with deep eyes, which were full of surprises. I read the joy of growing up from her eyes.

Mother's eyes are small, but full of severity. Whenever I forget to do my homework, my mother stares at me with stern eyes and makes my face burn. I read hope from her eyes.

My mother's eyes are small, but they twinkle in the dark like stars, which will take me into the fairy tale kingdom. Yingying Bibo is amazing! I would like to live in you forever, so that you can wash my soul and cultivate my personality.

I love the stars in the sky and my mother's eyes more. ...

Writing Mom's Composition 7 Hi, everyone! My name is Mao, and I am 1 1 years old this year. I am a student in the East Campus of Experimental Primary School.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I didn't do very well in the midterm exam. My mother saw the test paper and shouted, "Why did I get 8 points for this composition?" The Chinese teacher also asked me to go to his office. When I arrived at the office, the Chinese teacher said, "You got the most points deducted from your composition this time. I suggest you make up for it during the holiday." When I got home, I recited the teacher's words to my mother like a parrot. Mom nodded, and I knew something unfortunate had happened. My mother wants to take me to cram my composition. I didn't want to go, but I thought about it later. Although I escaped from senior one, I couldn't escape 15. Finally, I was "won" by my mother.

On the first day of cram school, it rained heavily, and I thought to myself, God, you didn't mean to be against me, did you? Then I thought: it's raining hard, so I shouldn't cram for the Buddha's feet, should I Just when I was happy, I heard someone knocking at the door, and I felt that something unfortunate was going to happen again. I opened the door and saw my mother, feeling that something unfortunate was really going to happen. My mother kindly said to me, "Baby, I'll take you to cram school". I don't want to go, but I dare not. In this way, I went to cram school with my mother. My mother and I put on our raincoats and set off. Along the way, it rained harder and the wind blew harder. My mother always goes there with a raincoat. When I arrived at the cram school, I forgot to bring my pencil case. My mother said, "It doesn't matter." My mother ran home to help me with my pencil case again. My tears ran down with the rain, and I thought, if only I hadn't forgotten my pencil case. Gradually, my mother's figure disappeared before my eyes.

Writing Mom's Composition 8 Everyone says that the greatest, most selfless and purest love is maternal love. I think so too.

One morning, it began to rain in Mao Mao. After a while, it rained cats and dogs. The rain knocked on the window like a downpour, making a sound. On this day, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. She forgot to bring her umbrella. She put on my coat. Suddenly, there seems to be a warm current pouring into my heart. What is this? This is my mother's meticulous love for me.

Another time, the wind was cold and it was snowing heavily. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back. Where's mom? My mother thought I was wearing less, so she brought me a sweater and ran after me. Mom, you are shivering with cold, so don't worry about me, I'll tell mom. My mother smiled and said to me, "Son, it doesn't matter if I catch a cold, I'm afraid you will catch a cold!" " "I heard that, my tears flowed down like beads. Tears blurred my vision. At this moment, I was in tears. I gratefully took the clothes my mother gave me and said to her, thank you. My mother said, "You're welcome.

Another time, I got pneumonia and had a high fever of 39 degrees. My mother has been with me, giving me medicine, rubbing wine and turning on the light at night, but my mother is still on duty. I can't help crying. Tears are like a car, carrying me, running on the track of maternal love.

If my mother were the sky, I would be a bird flying freely in the sky. If my mother is the sea, I am a wave in the sea. If my mother is the universe, I am a star in the universe. Mom is like a fire in winter, warming my heart. What a great maternal love!

Mother has a pair of watery eyes, an oval face, a high nose and a small mouth. She has two dimples when she smiles, which is really beautiful. My mother likes listening to books. She listens to books whenever she has time, and she listens with relish. She doesn't like cats, dogs and mice because my mother can attract mosquitoes. Kittens, dogs and mice all have lice. Mom loves cleanliness. She sweeps the floor, mops the floor, cleans chairs, tables and windows when she has time.

My mother can fry eggs, which tastes like sleeping on the soft grass.

Once, I couldn't work out a difficult problem, and my mother came over and said, don't lose heart and think hard! I'll do it when I think about it. I said to my mother, thank you, and my mother said, stop talking and do your homework quickly.

Once, when I was sleeping, my mother gently covered me with a quilt. In my dream, I dreamed that my mother was wearing a pink skirt, dancing on the beach, dancing on the grass and dancing on the white clouds. Very beautiful.

Once, I was playing under a tree, and the leaves on the tree fell off one by one with the wind. The leaves are yellow. I thought it was autumn. I looked at the tree, and the leaves on the tree turned yellow, some like slaps, some like white clouds. Once, I accidentally got dirty things on my skirt. I am anxious, afraid of being scolded by my mother. I put the dirty skirt in a bucket, filled it with a bucket of water and washing powder, soaked it for one minute, soaked it with my hands three times and dried it. After a while, mom came back. Seeing my newly washed skirt, my mother always praised me as a good baby. I am very happy.

This is my mother, kind and gentle mother, my favorite mother.

Writing Mom's Composition 10 Mom is our closest relative and has given us meticulous care since we were born. We grew up happily with our mother. On Thanksgiving Day, I decided to surprise my mother and massage her back.

In the evening, after dinner, my mother cleared the table as usual. My mother came out of the kitchen. I grabbed my mother and sat her on the sofa. "Mom, you have worked hard all day. Let me help you rub your back. " "You, can you do it?" Mother asked in surprise. "Why not,' a nine-year-old can warm the table', and I can help my parents do what I can when I am twelve years younger, not to mention I am twelve years old." I said confidently.

I picked up my little fist and punched my mother. Once, twice and three times, my mother followed my rhythm. "Not bad, really good." Mom exclaimed. I am as sweet as honey when I hear my mother's praise. I changed the way to rub my mother's back. I put my hand on my mother's shoulder and squeezed it for her. I looked at my mother. She is enjoying it with her eyes closed. There are some fine lines around her eyes.

Looking at these fine lines, I can't help but think of my mother's care for me, which broke my heart. Isn't that why these fine lines climbed on my mother's face? When I was sick, my mother accompanied me day and night; When I was frustrated, my mother encouraged me; My mother comforted me when I was sad. Thought of here, my eyes are a little moist, and tears slide down my cheeks silently. I raised my hand and wiped away my tears. "What's the matter with the child? Don't fight when you are tired. " My mother turned around and looked at my sweaty forehead and asked with concern. "No, I'm not tired." I said, I stepped up my efforts Mother's fatigue was swept away, and a gratified smile appeared on her face. I smiled when I saw my mother's bright smile.

At that moment, I decided to make my mother smile forever with my sincere love.

Write my mother's composition 1 1 My mother is in her thirties. She is of medium height, slightly fat, with black hair and a ponytail. Mother's face is round, with a pair of small eyes under her pale eyebrows, showing kindness and honesty. With a big mouth and a high nose, a row of white teeth will be exposed when you smile, which makes people feel warm and cordial.

My mother is not the most beautiful or the richest in the world, but she loves me the most in the world.

My mother is very busy at work. After work, she has to buy food, wash clothes, cook, take me to school and take me home. But my mother said that she was most tired of not being able to sleep at night. I often push the quilt at night because I can't sleep well. She has to get up several times a night to cover me. If the quilt is cold, she will give me her warm quilt. Sometimes, she will stay with the quilt and watch me kick around. The next morning, it became a joke my mother told me. Looking at her tired eyes, I felt embarrassed, but at night my calf began to move again, in this cycle, but my mother never gave up hitting me.

My mother is frugal, but she is generous to me. Once, I went to dinner with my mother and several colleagues in her unit. Because the food was spicy and not to my taste, when I came home, my mother fried an egg roll for me. I haven't finished eating. I think I chewed up the cake and threw it away. My mother has had enough. I will throw it away, or eat the rest of the cake and say, "It's very hot now. If I don't eat, tomorrow will be terrible. " A thrifty mother, can you be generous? This Mother's Day, my father spent 200 yuan to buy a pair of sandals for my mother. She took me to the supermarket and bought me a coat of 168. The rest of the money is books. 200 yuan is not enough. My mother added 20 yuan. I think it's silly for my mother to spend Mother's Day like this, but watching her mother go shopping happily, I know how much she loved me at that moment.

This is my mother. She loves me the most in the world.

Writing mother's composition 12 carnations, wordless, but full of selfless and great maternal love. Motherly love is silent, but let us pick the fragrance of happiness.

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At the age of seven, I accidentally scratched a finger, and my heart ached, worried, sorry and self-reproached flooded into my mother's eyes. My injury seems to have nothing to do with the sharpness of the glass and my naughty carelessness. Mother carefully pressed her lips on my fingers and sucked gently ... I hurt my hand. Mom, it hurts.

/kloc-when I was 0/4 years old, I hesitated in the face of an essay contest. My mother's talking eyes clearly told me, "Rongrong, you can do it!" " "In the face of my mother's encouraging eyes, I finally handed over the manuscript to the editorial department." Please come to the stage to receive the prize! "Standing on the podium, my mother's moonlight eyes once again gently enveloped me. My mother smiled when my eyes met. Those crescent eyes are full of joy and pride.

My good mother! But I don't know if I'm lucky. On the eve of a final exam, my mother came into the room with a plate of fruit and said, "Rongrong, try harder tonight, ok?" Hearing my mother's words, I was upset and shouted, "Go away and leave me alone!" " "Mother's eyes are cloudy. ...

I blurred those smart eyes. Mom, can you forgive me?

Motherly love is a clear spring, which makes my feelings clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Motherly love is a towering tree, stubbornly sticking to its home in the cycle of seasons, propping up a shade and paying silently; Mother's love is a needle and thread, as long as a small pinhole, it will flow like spring water, nourishing my tired heart. ...

Thank you, dear mother!

Write my mother's composition 13 My mother, like a spring rain, moistens things silently; Like a big tree, it provides shade for others; It is also like a candle, lighting a lamp for darkness.

Her big round face is embedded with a pair of curved crescent eyes, and her brown pupils are flashing gently. The cherry mouth, which has been rising, brings out deep laughter lines, all of which show her warmth. A pair of thick big hands, warm and rough. Obviously, it has done a lot of work. My right hand seems a little stiff. It has been broken into bones recently and has not recovered.

Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click. Eyes flashing back and forth between mobile phones, keyboards and computer screens. Sometimes she scratched her neck, sometimes she frowned, and sometimes she stood there looking at the ceiling, as if thinking about how to sum it up better. I thought to myself: mom is too enthusiastic, her hands are not ready yet, and she also makes a summary for the efficiency of the editorial department. It's not necessary. She straightened her back again, twisted her neck, took a deep breath, took a long breath, saved it, took screenshots and sent it to the group in one go. Screenshots into the group are like stones entering the water, causing ripples. How can you be so good at praise? These experiences are particularly good. Not bad!

I have seen my mother's kindness more than once. Another day, she opened the door, fixed her eyes, and found a pile of garbage in front of her grandmother's house across the hall. She hurried forward, stretched out her right hand, and could not bear it. She switched to her left hand, lifted the heavy garbage again, slowly tilted her center of gravity to the right and walked downstairs step by step. I followed her silently, and my heart was warm.

Mom is really the little sun in my heart. Everything is full of heat, which is simply where you need help. It is no exaggeration to say that she is a knight.

Writing my mother's composition 14 is always slow and quiet.

"The stars in the sky don't talk, the dolls on the ground miss their mothers, the eyes in the sky blink, and the mother's heart is Lu; The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers, and my mother's heart is in the end of the world. Tears are flashing when I think of my mother's words every night. Ah ... "Children's nursery rhymes are often sung inadvertently in my mouth, tears of missing will come to my eyes, homesickness will flood into the river, and my fingers will sink into the grave.

Bai Yin Gree once said: Walking alone in the world, love and hate entanglements, fame and fortune, fighting for it, may eventually return empty-handed. Plant a flower seed in your eyes, then look at people and see a bunch of flowers; I planted a bunch of flowers in my heart and looked at what I was holding. That's a garden. What if you plant your ideas with your mother? Will it wash away the lead, make it look like a dull gesture, and quietly melt the past knot?

Seldom mentioned mother, always.

Because stay, Su Mo.

Even though I know she always leaves me the best; Even though I knew that when she called me, I turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, so she was ill for a whole month; Even though I know, the tears she misses always flow unscrupulously in the deepest night.

I remember the last time I went back to Zhuhai, I saw my mother hunched over and tired a lot. Gray hair, like Zhuhai in the fog, vicissitudes and silence.

The sunshine covered my mother, but there was no smile. Mom. How can I trust you for so long?

Mom! Dear mother, I miss you, your gentle whisper, your delicious fish foam and rotten rice, and your kind call behind the trees by the forest. Calm down and look at the century-old willow trees, which are flourishing and cover the world; As if seeing her childhood, An Tian is playing happily in her mother's arms. ...

Mom, a thousand words, I just want to say: I love you!

Write mom's composition 15 "mom, where's my drinking bottle?" Lost? " On the rest day, my mother and I clean at home. "Don't worry, daughter, if the old one doesn't go and the new one doesn't come, the bottle will be' eliminated'." "What can I drink with water?" "Buy again!"

After work, my mother and I set off for the supermarket. Along the way, my mother also reached an agreement with me: I won't buy anything except two bottles of drinks.

When I get to the supermarket, I want to go directly to the beverage section. But mom said, "Look, it's all here anyway." So, we shuttled between shelves full of beautiful things all day. She looked at it and asked my opinion, "Is it really unnecessary to buy anything else?" "hmm." I give a simple answer. But I don't know when my mother is holding a basket in her hand. Next, I saw the scene of "shooting". Washing powder, toothpaste and paper are put into the basket one by one.

I didn't raise any objection. After all, they are all necessities of life. But I thought to myself: Mom, do you still remember your agreement? Just thinking, I came to the drink counter. I didn't say anything, and my mother mumbled, "Yes, drinks can't be forgotten. This is the top priority for us to visit the supermarket. " I smiled. My mother seems a little "crazy" when she goes to the supermarket, but her mind is still clear. So, there are two bottles of my favorite drinks in the basket. "Thank you, Mom." I won't forget to thank you.

Mom seems to have continued before she had enough fun. Cotton slippers, gloves, hot water bottle, etc. One by one fell into the basket. As the basket became more and more full, looking at my mother's searching eyes, a word flashed through my mind-shopaholic. Either don't come or buy enough. She belongs to this type.

"Xiaoqiu, do you need anything else?" Mom asked. "no!" We checked out of the supermarket. Looking at several bags full of things, I said, "Mom, you can compete with shopaholics." "Is that all right? I this is a rare crazy ... "