Write on days when mom is not at home.

In our usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that we can understand to developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition on the day when my mother was not at home. It is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

My mother went on a trip on Friday and didn't come back until three days later. Only my father and I are at home. After hearing the news, I jumped with joy.

Mom's first day away from home. My father went to work early. After breakfast, I did my homework for an hour and then watched TV. If my mother were at home, she would never let me watch TV. Now that my mother is not at home, I can enjoy watching my cartoons. I read it with relish without my mother's nagging. At noon, my stomach was singing "Empty City Plan", and I instinctively shouted "Mom, I'm hungry." I just shouted eloquence and thought my mother was not at home. Then I called my father, who had to work overtime and asked me to go downstairs to buy a bucket of instant noodles. I just soak it in the boiling water in the water dispenser at home. Alas! This is nothing like my mother's delicious food.

In the evening, I will eat the meal cooked by my father on the spot, and then play computer leisurely. Mom is not at home, and no one has kicked me off the computer. I had a great time! Time seems to pass faster when mom is not at home. No, the alarm clock strikes ten. I should go to bed.

The next day, the sun was fine. I want to take the quilt out to dry. I freely cried, "mom! Mom ... "Before I finished, I thought that my mother was not at home, so I had to pick up the quilt myself and put it on the drying rack on the balcony. I can't lift the quilt because it's too heavy. Well, if only my mother were at home. So, I took a small stool, stood up, and finally dried the quilt with great effort. At this point, my eyes are a little moist, and I miss my mother.

On the third day, I was criticized by the teacher at school because my parents didn't sign the homework, but my mother usually urged me to check the signature, and I forgot to sign it for my father. I can't help thinking of my mother.

I feel unhappy when my mother is away.

Last Sunday, my mother went to Shanghai for 70 days of training, and I started this day when my mother was not at home. Before going to bed every night, I will find my own clothes and put them by the bed according to the weather, and adjust the time of getting up with my watch to avoid being late. After getting up in the morning, wash your face and brush your teeth, comb your hair and braid your hair, and have breakfast. ...

Last Sunday, my mother went to Shanghai for 70 days of training, and I started this day when my mother was not at home.

Before going to bed every night, I will find my own clothes and put them by the bed according to the weather, and adjust the time of getting up with my watch to avoid being late. After getting up in the morning, wash your face and brush your teeth, comb your hair and have breakfast. Without my mother's urging and help, I successfully completed this series of actions.

A new day has begun.

At school, I take the time to finish my class homework and try my best to take time out to do some homework.

After coming home from school, I went into my room at the first time, took out my notebook, books and pencil case needed to finish my homework, put them on my desk, and finished my homework as quickly as possible.

At six o'clock in the evening, I began to practice the piano. I practice seriously according to the teacher's requirements and try my best to practice well. At seven o'clock in the evening, I will turn on the computer on time, contact my mother with QQ, click on the video conversation, and my mother's head will appear, with long black hair lining a familiar face, and I feel that my mother is by my side. At this time, I will talk to my mother about what happened at school and ask her some questions I don't know.

My mother used to wash my hair every weekend, but this week is an exception. I did it myself without my mother's urging and help. Adjust the hot water, wet the hair, put the shampoo on your head, rub it on your hair with your hands, and rub the shampoo out of foam. Finally, rinse off the foam with hot water, and dry the water on your hair with a dry towel after washing. ...

After a week of experience, I feel that when I grow up, I will choose my own clothes and arrange my study time reasonably. I think with this experience, I don't have to worry about my mother's absence.

On the day when my mother was not at home, my mother went on a business trip, leaving only my father at home. Although the home was deserted, it caused a series of jokes.

One of a series of jokes, I want to eat meat!

As soon as my father came home, I jumped on him: "Dad, I want to eat meat!" " "Dad = a listen to, paused, and then immediately returned to normal, readily agreed. While I was doing my homework, I only heard the sound of "scratching" in the kitchen, so I slipped into the kitchen. Hey, it's true that dad went to the kitchen by himself today, so I'll just "wait for the good news". In a short time, a bowl of steaming "meat" was released. When I saw it, I couldn't help beaming: the so-called "meat" is a bowl of noodles with a little diced ham sprinkled on it. I am speechless. ...

A series of jokes: "thunder" in autumn!

When I was sleeping at night, I repeatedly told my father not to snore. Although he promised, he kept his promise. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a strange sound. I didn't know it was dad's snoring at first, but I thought there was a thief at home! I crept into the living room and found no thief. Listen carefully, it feels like thunder ... Wait, isn't that dad's snoring? I went back to my bedroom, and sure enough, this "thunder" was my father's snoring, like a waterfall falling into a deep stream, like waves lapping on the beach, and like thunder rumbling. If there was only one bedroom at home, I wouldn't share a room with him!

The third series, empty shell burger!

When I got up the next morning, my stomach rang the breakfast bell. At this time, my father mysteriously said that he would give me a surprise. I thought to myself: What surprise can Dad have? A new guitar? Laptop computer? Still ... thinking about it was interrupted by a sentence "Here comes a hamburger". I see it, yo, it's really a hamburger. I don't care. Put it in my mouth when I catch it. "Hey? How did you do it? " I wonder if I didn't see it. I was shocked at first sight. Isn't this two pieces of KFC hamburger skin? I am in distress situation. ...

Alas, these two days have finally passed, and my mother has finally "returned home in triumph", otherwise I will really be forced out of heart disease by my father.

When my mother was not at home, composition 4 just entered the winter. My mother went to Guangzhou on business, and there were only two male compatriots at home, my father and I.

My mother just went out, and I was happy to think: this old woman who recited the scriptures has finally left, and I can be free for a few days! As soon as I got home from school, I began to do my homework at will. The desk is full of exercise books. I watch newspapers and TV for a while. Write a few words when you are in a good mood. When I was addicted to watching TV, I simply stopped writing. I finally finished my homework. Look at the time, ah, it's past 8: 50, and I haven't eaten yet!

I hurried upstairs and found my father in the computer room. He played cards leisurely and completely forgot to eat and sleep. I went up to him and said, "Dad, do you want to eat? It's almost 9 o'clock! " "When my father saw it was me, he quickly stood up and said," Okay, okay, I'll do it right away. ""oh, I haven't done it yet! "I was almost crying-I would have gone to bed at ordinary times. Dad hurried downstairs. I can't help it. I just play with the computer and wait while playing. I want to vent my annoyance in the game.

It was a long time before my father's voice sounded: "Coming-"I looked up. Fortunately, my father served fried rice with eggs, which seems to be doing well. I can't wait to hold my job and eat it. I don't know if I don't eat. As soon as I entered, I felt that the taste was wrong: "What, you put sugar!" Dad probably felt something was wrong, too, and said, "Maybe you mistook sugar for salt. Forget it, eat, eat. " I really can't eat, but in order not to be hungry, I can only bite the bullet and eat, then wash my face and go to bed depressed.

The next day, the exercise book was handed out. When I opened it, three big bright red forks stung my eyes. Alas, I really didn't do well in the exam without my mother's examination.

It's really hard to live without a mother. It's only been a day since my mother left, and my life is a mess.

Mom, come back!

My mother is not at home these days, and I always feel empty.

I grew up calling my mother as soon as I woke up, fearing that my mother would be gone when I woke up in the morning. When I got up this morning, I called "Mom" as usual, but no one answered. The usual answer is "Hey, are you up?" Disappear without a trace. I shouted again.

There was silence.

Oh, great! Mom is on a business trip! I got up and went to the kitchen. There was only my father's burly cooking figure, but I didn't see my mother's chubby and busy figure. I'm a little confused.

Dad sent me to study in the morning. On the way, the car was quiet, only the radio host in the car was talking. If it were my mother, she would be very happy to chat with me, tell me some philosophical stories and tell me a lot of tired truths, but I never got tired of it.

At noon, my mother came back from work and cooked lunch for me. It's already 12. Usually my mother has come back by this time, but there is no knock at the door, no mother's hurried back, and no sweat on her cheeks. I ate some noodles casually and went back to my room in despair.

It feels so long in the afternoon, because my mother and I usually go to her company to do our homework. Occasionally, when I am tired, I will chat with her and hug her, and time will pass.

What I did before, I suddenly became upset today, and my heart was empty, which made me uncomfortable and depressed.

This reminds me of an old saying of China: "Cherish the people in front of me." When we have him, we don't care, but we don't know how to cherish him until we lose him.