My mother's composition

In normal study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my mother's composition carefully arranged, hoping to help everyone.

My mother's composition 1 My mother, I have a kind and kind mother.

I am 7 years old now, and my mother is great in my heart. My mother was born in the countryside, from the day when I was sensible.

For our family, I am busy running around every day. My mother gets up after six o'clock every morning to prepare breakfast for me. She always cooks a hot breakfast when I get up and sends me to school after eating. On the way to school, I always read English with me and recognize words I don't know in my life. When I was a child, I heard my grandmother say that I was naughty. My mother always taught me patiently and let me learn to respect everyone around me.

I go home from school every day and finish my homework. My mother always checks my homework carefully. My mother's education is not very high, but I can see that she has done her best. Although sometimes I don't finish well, my mother always smiles at me. Explain to me patiently. I remember when we first learned pinyin. During that time, I really found it difficult to learn pinyin. Every day when I go home, the teacher has to stipulate how many books to read. At first, I read slowly and laboriously. My mother accompanies me to read and study every day.

My mother is an ordinary company employee. She is very serious and loves her job. She sends me to work after reading every morning, and checks my homework and teaches me to read English when I get home from work at six in the afternoon.

My mother loves me the most in this world, and my mother is also my favorite person in this world. I love you, my dear mother!

When I mentioned my mother in "Mother's Composition 2", I would think of the word "Mother's love is like the sea". Mother's love is like a vast sea; Mother's love is like cotton candy, chewed in My Sweetie's mouth; A mother's love is like a mint, which makes the troubles in her heart disappear at once ... And I think a mother's love is like a thermos bottle, cold outside and warm inside.

I remember when I was four years old, my mother was cooking, and I played in other rooms, sometimes jumping on the bed, sometimes asking questions next to my mother, and sometimes walking up and down the corridor. My mother saw that I was so dishonest, so she turned on the TV and let me watch it. My mother stressed again: "I said I can't jump on the bed, and I can't get on the bedding beside the bed." Seeing this, you will definitely ask why you can't get on the bedding, because after getting on the bedding, the bedding will collapse in one direction and I will roll to the ground, which is very dangerous. But I didn't know at the time, so I went to bed. A few minutes later, I heard the cry of "wow, wow". She immediately put down the kitchen knife and ran to me. He immediately helped me up and said, "I said 8000." But I secretly put red medicine on the wound and put a band-aid. I didn't see this scene, but my father told me later.

I grew up and added a little sister, but my mother's love for me did not decrease. I remember it was a cool night. My sister and I strolled outdoors and brought a bike. We take turns riding bicycles. Just when we were having fun, the armrest and pedal separated (a small screw should be loose). My sister was startled and I fell down at once. My mother immediately pulled me up and said, "Look out!" She still secretly applied red medicine and put a band-aid on the wound, but I saw it and silently remembered it.

I see that my mother's love is like this. Although I don't know whether my mother was aware of my deeply moved psychology that day, from that day on, I began to really grow up and gradually understood why my mother did it. At the same time, from that day on, I was no longer naughty.

My mother's composition 3 She is 1.59 meters tall and has a small face. In the eyes of others, "this face has no meat at all!" "Also, there are countless moles on her face, which are like stars in the night sky, but the homonym of" moles "can be turned into" wisdom ",so she has so much wisdom and is very smart! Of course, her thighs are the most symbolic. They are so fat for nothing that I can't get around them with my hands. Although big beauties like Yang Guifei and Venus are also beautiful women with thick legs, she still hates being photographed, and her thighs are all photographed. This very distinctive woman is my mother!

My mother knows a little about the art of cooking. Some dishes are not bad, but my mother seems to have a grudge against eggs. Once, my mother made quail eggs. It's been a long time, maybe ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ... My mother suddenly patted her head: "Yes, it's been so long, I don't understand what happened to quail eggs." So she ran to the kitchen and opened the pot to have a look! Oh, my god, those eggs have turned into little lanterns, and the eggshells are gone, alas! I sigh for my mother. On another occasion, my mother cooked eggs and rice together in the microwave oven. It wasn't long before the microwave came out with a bang, and we heard the sound. Then, eggs and rice were fried all over the floor, so I had to ask my mother to clean up the mess. However, this only shows that my mother is careless.

My mother is very smart, this is not bragging, maybe it's because there are many moles! Whenever we sit side by side and study difficult problems together, I am still thinking hard, but my mother has proudly said, "I have figured it out"! And when I finally have no choice, my mother will explain it to me seriously. If I fail once, I will explain it twice, and if I fail twice, I will explain it three times ... My mother is also a patient teacher!

Finally, I will make up a tongue twister about my mother: "mom, mom, smart but careless, but patient."

My mother's composition 4 My mother, a woman who has developed her ordinary face and can smile, is very ordinary, but in my heart, my mother is beautiful.

My mother is a little chubby, shorter than me, and her shoulder-length hair is a little yellow, always tied and soft. Hair always comes out in time and is caught by my mother. Mother's eyes always sparkle with childlike vitality; Her nose can be a little flat, but it is very smart; Mother's mouth is even smiling all the time, like a soft spring breeze, warming the heart of society. My mother's life is not beautiful. Although there are spots on her face, I still think my mother is as eye-catching as a shining angel of investment.

My mother is very humorous. She always tells jokes to my sister and me. There are no jokes to tell. Personally, I think all her jokes are colorful. My sister and I are always confused by my mother's jokes. My mother sometimes learns the voice of outsiders inexplicably, which makes my sister and I laugh. I don't know why, my mother's words touched my heart; Somehow, my joke is getting lower and lower. Is it because of my mother? But this is good.

In my memory, my mother has always been a kind and natural person, through a student. When I do something wrong, she will touch my head and say, "LAM Raymond, if you do something wrong, you should correct it. This is a good boy. " Every time I will answer: yes, yes. "Mom can never force me, she doesn't want them to give me too much pressure. My recent retrogression has greatly affected our mood. My mother smiled and discussed my future life: "excellent learning ability, excellent work and better life." I didn't do it, it doesn't matter, come on. " I was silent. Seeing the expectation in the eyes of Chinese mothers, I am determined to strive to become a better educated person. Although some enterprises in our country are in difficulties, I will definitely develop. Come on, mom.

My mother will always be the most beautiful person in my heart. Although she has no beautiful face and no job, she has a beautiful heart and her optimistic spirit. Mom, I love you.

My mother's composition 5 My mother is the greatest. ...

When she was a child, she lived in Guiyang, with her grandmother and had her period.

At the age of studying, she has been among the best in that primary school and won the award of "three good students" for many times. She is also quite talented in painting. According to grandma, she won the first prize in a painting competition in the district. Up to now, the painting is still there. I look at this painting, and the characters on it are lifelike. I'm also thinking about my mother's smiling face when she won the prize.

In junior and senior high schools, her grades have been very good. After the college entrance examination, her grades can enter the university, but there is a practical problem that makes her very sad. The tuition required by that ideal university is too high for her grandparents to afford. Mom, she said quietly, "Nothing, which university is different?" So she willingly went to that "low-level" university. ...

Then she became a teacher and gave birth to me. I often catch a cold and have a fever. She always asks for leave from time to time to see me. The iron gate seems to be a window. I have been waiting at the door, hoping that she will bring me snacks.

Finally, when I was in primary school, when I first entered primary school, I felt that everything was fresh and I got along well with my classmates. Once, because of naughty, I fell down five stairs and sprained my ankle, so I couldn't walk at all. The teacher called my mother at once, and I sobbed reluctantly. Mom came, and she looked at me with reproach and heartache in her eyes. Without saying anything, she went home by bus behind my back. The original light rain stopped and there was a little more bright sunshine in the air. Just like my bright smile ...

This is my dear and beloved mother.

My mother's composition A loving mother's thread makes clothes for her wayward son's body. This poem is still circulating and has not been forgotten by people, because it contains the greatest feeling in the world, that is, maternal love. For thousands of years, maternal love has been praised by poets and writers, who express it incisively and vividly with exquisite sentences. For thousands of years, many touching stories tell us that maternal love is the greatest; Motherly love is selfless; Mother is the most respectable person!

I still remember that night, I woke you up from your sleep because of a cough. You asked doubtfully, "Little X, are you coughing?" I was afraid you were worried, so I whispered, "Mom, I'm fine." You seemed uneasy and asked again. After I answer, you will stop asking. You thought you were sleeping soundly, only heard footsteps approaching my door. I buried myself in the quilt and looked up. You gently pushed open my door and turned on the light. At this time, I coughed and tears came out. You sat next to me and asked angrily, "Why didn't you say something? Do you have to be very serious before you say it? " You suddenly turned to leave, only to hear a hurried footsteps. After a while, you gave me a cup of warm cold medicine and said gently, "Come on, drink a cup of cold medicine first tonight, and your mother will take you to see a doctor tomorrow." Drink slowly and be careful. " So you went to pour me medicine. At that time, you didn't bother to wear a coat. You only wore thin clothes. I'll put you to bed right away. At that time, my hand holding medicine was not only warm, but also my heart was warm by my mother.

Mom, your hand is shaking the cradle; You took me to sleep with your wonderful singing. Mom, you taught me to study and live with your kind heart. You are my first teacher, and you are an indispensable part of me.

My mother's composition 7 The greatest love in the world is maternal love.

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My mother has two responsibility, a loving mother and a strict teacher.

My mother has been stricter than my teacher since I was a child.

In kindergarten, children can get a big red flower as long as they are obedient. However, when I was a child, I was naughty and didn't want to sit quietly, so I never received a beautiful red flower from my teacher. Whenever I look at other children wearing big red flowers excitedly, I can only laugh. But my mother blamed me for this: "Why can other people's children get praise and you can't?" You are no worse than others, why don't you work hard? "Then he said gently," son, mom knows you have this ability. Don't let mom down. "With the encouragement of my mother, I was able to calm down for the first time, and I calmed down for the first time. So ... For the first time, I threw myself into my mother's arms with that bright and beautiful red flower ... as a reward, my mother cooked several dishes I loved as encouragement. Since then, I often take red flowers, even more than other children. Perhaps it is because my mother's eyes helped me get rid of my bad habits that I can really calm down, which will benefit me for life.

When I was in primary school, my mother didn't dare to neglect. I transferred from my hometown, where there is no English in the kindergarten class, so there is a gap with the children in Shenzhen. My mother's English is not good, so she can't teach me. I don't understand in class. I won't teach at ABC from the first grade. What shall we do? When I came home with the tape, my mother had an idea: I read with the tape every day, and then teach me when I learn well. With this method, my English has advanced by leaps and bounds, and I even became a representative of English class. I have never been exposed to English, and I am very curious. My mother also cultivated my interest in English. After the second grade, I can study independently, surpassing other students in my class. At the same time, my mother doesn't relax my other subjects. Gradually, my study is getting better and better, which is inseparable from my mother's hard work!

Strict teacher and loving mother, every title contains my deep feelings for my mother!

My mother's composition 8 I am 9 years old this year. Over the past nine years, there has been a person who has been moistening me with selfless love. She is my mother.

My mother has a moderate figure. She has a ponytail and bright eyes embedded in her face. They always look at me kindly. A pair of beautiful glasses makes her obviously more bookish. My mother loves to laugh very much. Whenever I tease her, she always laughs. She is also a very gentle and kind person, and she has hardly lost her temper with me.

Like all mothers in the world, my mother always takes care of me in life.

One day, when I came home from school, my mother looked at me listlessly and asked me, "What's the matter?" I said to my mother, "I have a headache." My mother touched my head and found it a little hot, so she took my temperature. After a while, the thermometer showed 38 degrees. Mom said, "Baby, lie down quickly, and I'll get you a towel." As soon as I lay down, my mother came up to me with a sprint speed of 100 meters and covered my head with a towel. After a while, she asked, "Are you better?" I immediately replied, "Much more comfortable." Whenever a towel covers my head, my mother always helps me to soak the towel and cover my head.

After that, my fever got worse and worse. My mother said, "Come on, I'll take you to the children's hospital." She helped me to the street and took a taxi to the children's hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother ran up and down to help me register and prescribe medicine. I thought to myself: maternal love is really great!

The illness lasted for a week. After I fully recovered, I found that my mother seemed to have lost a circle.

As the poem says, "The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son". I will never forget this love from my mother, and I will cherish it.

My mother's composition 9 My teacher is 20xx years old and is over 40 years old. The thick flowing long hair that she used to be proud of was gradually stained with salt and frost. Why is her hair so white? Is it for a better home?

My teacher is short and applies for being overweight. If he wears gray-black clothes and trousers, he looks like a penguin in the distance. He has a pair of unsightly hands, the palms are wide and not smooth, and the fingernails are neat, beautiful and elegant, which shows that these hands are not carbon, so one hand shoulders a home, and the eyes are the sunshine of the soul. My mother's eyes are black and white, as if no one can beat him.

It's really nothing difficult. He goes out early and comes back late every day, tired of living like a dog. My mother has to get up early to prepare breakfast for my father and me. After cooking dinner, she has to bring food for the whole day in foggy weather. Our family is not rich. My mother never buys a dress or changes the color of a dress all the year round, but she loves me very much. She always helps me buy clothes to wear, and she doesn't even want to eat them herself.

My mother never complains about such a hard daily life. I like my teacher, I love her white hair at the temples, I love the wrinkles around her eyes, and I love her vicissitudes.

My mother is always full of enthusiasm for daily life. He never perfunctory daily life. Once he found a lifeless green basket and put it on the balcony to fertilize it. Before long, the green basket was restored and rejuvenated, and new branches grew. Seeing him every day makes me feel very happy. I thank my teacher, his concern, his love for me and his enjoyment of life.

My mother composition 10 In this world, there is one person who is the most important to me. Give me encouragement when I am depressed; Comfort me when I am sad; When I am afraid, please give me courage ... she is my mother.

My mother is short, with black hair and fair skin. She is very elegant. She is gentle and kind, just like a docile rabbit. When we make mistakes, she will not only lose her temper, but also patiently teach us to correct our mistakes, comfort us and tell us that everyone will make mistakes. But rabbits bite when they are in a hurry. If we do something particularly out of line, she will teach us a lesson with her fists.

She has a good personality and is very cultured. Not only does she never swear, but she keeps her word. She promised to buy me a flowered skirt, and she will certainly do it. She never speaks ill of me and my brother in front of others. After all, it's a dog's work.

My mother cares about me very much. I remember when I was still in kindergarten, I vomited and diarrhea when I was sick at school. My mother was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when she learned the news. She rushed to school at a speed of "800 meters per second" and took me to the hospital. If it is later, the consequences are unimaginable.

I did badly in an exam. Tears came down when I got the report card. When I got home, I didn't even dare to look into her eyes for fear that she would get angry. But to my surprise, she not only didn't get angry, but also gently comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam, as long as you work hard next time, you will make progress." Since then, I have been holding my breath and studying very hard. The next exam results improved a lot, and my mother was very happy.

Today is Mother's Day, and every mother should be blessed. I would like to give this document to my mother and wish her eternal youth and happiness.

My mother wrote: "The thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. 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 bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " This is Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer. From this poem, we can see a kind mother's meticulous care and love for her son and feel her great and selfless love, which is hard for us to repay. This poem has a strong appeal, and it also makes me feel a lot, reminding me of my long-cherished yearning for my mother.

When my mother learned that she was pregnant with me, she began to take care of herself carefully. She's afraid of stumbling around and going hungry. Until 10 was pregnant and gave birth to me, I was cared for and cherished in every possible way, no matter how hard and tired I was. Even if I kept screaming in the middle of the night, she would get up immediately, pick me up and pat me to sleep. Even if I kicked the quilt in the middle of the night and disturbed her sleep, she just smiled helplessly and helped me cover the quilt. Even if I get lost running around during the day, she will find me, say a few words about naughty boys and hold me in her arms with open arms. She pays silently, no matter how hard and tired, as long as I am fine, as long as I am a "mother".

Now my daughter has grown up. Mom, you are old. Looking at your snow-white hair, more and more wrinkles are all over your eyes. On both cheeks, there are your rough big hands, so thin that you can see the bones of your arms and legs and your tired face, but you can still see the loving and caring eyes projected by your eyes when you see me, so bright; You can still see the bright smile on your face when you see me, so dazzling, it seems that the sad face in the past is no longer alive and youthful. This is you, my dear mother.

When I recall the past, you wrapped your big hand around my little hand, taught me to practice writing, whispered and taught me to read; At the dinner table, you hold chopsticks, put all my favorite foods into my rice bowl, and whisper: Eat more, and you will grow taller. "These pictures are deeply engraved in my mind and hidden in my heart, and will never be erased!

Ah! Mom! You are so great! You gave me your love beans, but you never asked me for anything in return. I will never forget your kindness!

My mother's composition 12 The air is condensed in the middle of the night, and the surrounding sounds are surprisingly quiet. I held my mobile phone in one hand and scribbled on the book carelessly in the other. Soon, the cold temperature made my hands red with cold. ...

I looked at my mother, who was sitting on a wooden chair mending my broken school uniform ... She was not afraid of the cold. ...

She looked at her with rapt attention. My mother's eyes are close to the needle. Because I am old and my eyes are not good, I often bend my head to mend my clothes. She bows her back day and night. "Mom, I'll do it!" I put down everything in my hand and looked at her with fiery eyes, feeling a little ashamed ... "You, just study hard, let mom do this hard work and don't stab you." She gave me a smile, but her face was tired. My heart seems to have been hit hard by something, and it hurts.

I watched her work hard for me all night, and every minute was extremely painful for me. Shame was intertwined with my heart. Because every minute, I can see my mother prick her finger because of her bad eyes, and feel distressed and distressed. ...

Mom, it's like an umbrella, shielding me from the sun. Mother is like a winter coat, hugging me and warming the sunshine. Mom, this is like a lyric poem, which has moved me to this day. ...

My mother's composition 13 once heard a joke about a father hitting his son. Hearing this, the neighbors all came to dissuade and persuade him. Father said, beating is kissing, scolding is love, and love is not enough. Although it is very funny, it contains the deep love of the father for his son, and my mother is no exception.

My mother has big bright eyes and a dimple in the corner of her mouth, which is white and high, but she doesn't like to wear some dark clothes, but wears some clear ones, which gives people a light feeling.

I was a big slacker in the first grade. The teacher asked me to preview the addition and subtraction of two digits. Go home and continue to play. I almost forgot there was such a thing. My mother previewed it, but I just didn't listen. My mother dragged me to the bedroom and said to me, "You can't play until the homework assigned by the teacher is finished. I'll call you later." You must respond. This is the most basic etiquette. " My mother said that and left.

Although my mother is strict, she loves us very much.

Once, my father bought four big crabs for us to eat. My brother and I ate with relish. My mother saw that my brother and I like crabs very much, so she gave us her share, but we don't care whose big crab it is, because crabs are so delicious. After eating, I asked my mother, "Is the crab delicious?" Mom said hesitantly, "OK … let's eat", but mom didn't eat crabs! Why do you say that? Because my mother loves me deeply.

Mother is willing to burn herself and illuminate us, and is willing to raise us with her best youth. We can't make up for it, but we have a filial piety, which is the best reward for her!

My mother's composition 14 Qing Er! Alas, mom! Then there was a silvery laugh.

Mother's familiar words, a tingle, I came to my senses, but somehow my eyes were a little moist. My childhood can be said to be colorful, with bright spring and cool autumn wind. However, all the initial happiness and dreams of life, I have to thank my loving mother, the giver of my life!

When I was born, I learned that it was a girl. It is said that grandma's eyes flashed a trace of dissatisfaction. At that time, it was said that only your mother smiled like a tearful flower, which brought me the first ray of sunshine in life.

After that, I became my mother's pet. My mother never forgets to take me anywhere and always pays attention to me. In my aunt's words, I'm really afraid to put it in my mouth and drop it on my hand. At this time, I gradually developed the idea of relying on my mother.

Once, my mother took me to mow the grass in a field not far from home. Soon, my mother said that she had something urgent to go home, so she carefully put me on the ridge and said that she would pick me up later. Someone told me to go home by myself on the road, but I refused to live or die, crying and making trouble. Grandma took me home angrily, but I went back to my original place in anger. Grandma slapped me hard despite the despair in my eyes. My heart was broken at that time. I miraculously stopped crying when an anxious mother came to my ear. I know that's my mother's sunshade for me!

I tried to draw the image of my mother, but in the end it was fruitless.

Until one day, the god of darkness finally found a bright child. Dad, where's mom? I want my mother! I screamed and shouted, but only silence and darkness responded to me. Mom is gone. Since then, indelible darkness once occupied my world.

Later, I realized that everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness, including their own mother. Am I the same? My heart is still snowing.

If there is an oasis in my memory, if there is a light in my memory, I want to thank my dear mother! Then, has there ever been a desert and a touch of darkness in my heart, and should I thank my loving mother?

My mother's composition 15 mother, an ordinary name, is a name that can bring strength to everyone!

When I was a child, my body resistance was very poor and I was troubled by diseases from time to time. One dark night, there was a storm outside, and raindrops pattered on the window like bullets. I suddenly woke up from my dream and felt very uncomfortable. I kept coughing, coughing ... coughing ... My mother was awakened by my cough and looked at me in surprise with bloodshot eyes, but she immediately calmed down and knew that I had a relapse.

My mouth seems to be blocked by something and I'm going to throw up. My mother quickly put the basin in front of me, and the vomit poured out like a waterfall. It's disgusting Mother did not frown. My body seems to have been hollowed out, which is very uncomfortable. Mom knows this is not the way, so go and help me prepare the medicine at once. The wind whistling outside the window, even though I was curled up in the quilt, I was still shivering with cold, while my mother was just busy wearing a light coat. After drinking hot medicine, I was warm, but the light outside was always on. It's 3 o'clock in the morning, and I walked to the kitchen. I didn't expect my mother to prepare breakfast, and the thin figure was busy in the dim light. ...

Thank you! My mother!