Ask for a short article entitled "The person I like", with more than 450 words, preferably written for my parents. Hurry up! ! !

1: Everyone has a favorite person. My favorite person is my mother with a "rich and changeable" face.

My mother is sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, and her personality is really unpredictable.

I remember once, I watched TV with relish as soon as school was over, but my mother, who was cooking in the kitchen, didn't want to. You know, she must keep her word and never delay. No, I shouted again, "Han Yun, do your homework quickly." "There is very little homework today. I finished it in one minute." I said casually, "What, you want me to give you a push before you do your homework, so just wait, and I'll let you have good fruit after I fry the dishes." I knew my mother was going to be angry, so I quickly turned off the TV and began to do my homework. Otherwise, my mother will hit me when she comes.

On another occasion, I ate very little dinner. Just after eating for a while, my stomach sang an empty plan. After mom found out, she went shopping by bike without saying anything. After a while, she came back panting with a big bag in her hand and a layer of sweat on her face. I wolfed the "soldier" into the "empty city".

Although my mother is a little grumpy, but then again, as long as there is a mother at home, life is not afraid. Our home was kept in good order by my mother. The tables and chairs were placed neatly, the floor was clean and the tableware was shiny. It is my happiness to have such a good mother.

2. My brother

I have a brother, and I often call him Whoopi because he calls me a coin. My brother has a smart head, big eyes, a sensitive nose and a big mouth.

My brother is a man with both advantages and disadvantages. He often helps me and misleads me. Let me tell his story!

My brother is a very patient person. Once, when I asked him a question, he began to scold me a few words, and then taught me seriously until I learned it. I often reply impatiently, "I know, I know, I know, I know what to do." He always teaches me how to do my homework. For some reason, my brother has a flexible brain, and I don't know how to catch up with him. It seems that his mind is naturally clever.

My brother often despises my grades. Once, we had an exam, and I got 89.5 and 93.5. It happened that my brother was called down by my mother to help me with my homework. Seeing my grades, he suddenly said to me, "When you see others, you will say that you don't know me." At this time, I made up my mind in my heart: one day I will surpass my brother and despise him.

Well, is my brother what I described?

3. The person I like

Perhaps my favorite person in my living space is my mother.

My mother cares about me in every way, but yesterday, I was so stubborn to talk to her. After that, I got to know my closest relatives again; The love my mother gave me is so beautiful.

In the dim light, my pen rustled on the paper, but my mother was busy on the balcony and kitchen. Occasionally, I looked up and saw my mother's constant figure. From time to time, the sound of running water, washing dishes and washing clothes came from my ears, and my heart suddenly felt an inexplicable throb. So I started to be in a daze. When my mother saw that I stopped writing, she came over and asked me softly, "Are you sleepy?" I woke up suddenly, with an apologetic smile, and continued to lower my head to do my homework. When I looked up again, there was a cup of hot Nestle coffee on the table. I watched the coffee heat rise a little, and I was lost in thought. ...

My mother and I have been at odds. In my opinion, she is old-fashioned, conservative and wordy, so it is common for me to quarrel with my mother, and she always offers solutions. On such a quiet night, I suddenly realized how much my mother's love is like this cup of coffee!

It silently emits a special fragrance with a bitter taste, and sugar precipitates at the bottom. Only by savoring it carefully will you feel its sweetness. Motherly love is like this! And I'm tired of her nagging, I can't see the silver thread quietly growing on her head, and quarrels give way to her again and again.

Turn a blind eye to the toil of things. I never know how she felt after reading the article praising her father's love that once flowed from my pen. Maybe, maybe, I was wrong. ...

A cool breeze blew and I couldn't help shivering. Mom came over and touched the cup: "It's cold, I'll change it for you." Tea can be mixed with water when it is cold, and coffee can't be mixed with water just like my mother. My mother treats me with her pure love and never mixes any water.

1 1 For years, I have tasted coffee-like maternal love. To taste its hidden taste. Neither guilt nor gratitude can make up for every disrespect I have shown my mother in the past 1 1 year. How many times have I hurt my mother because of my willfulness and rebellion? I don't know, but I know that my mother has embraced all my young ignorance with her broad mind.

The taste of coffee can only be savored. Father's love is the mountain and father's love is the sea, but sometimes she is more like a cup of espresso. ...

╭(╯3╰)╮ Dear, I hope to adopt ~ ~ `.