Mom, I want to say 600 words about your composition.

Mom, I want to tell you that you are the best. Remember to be happy. The following is my collection of essays about my mother, which I want to tell you, hoping to help you ~

Case 1:

Composition:

Mom, I want to tell you.

Dear mom, you have been holding my little hand for ten years. Your every word, your little effort, your daughter keeps in mind and opens her heart. I want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard, son, thank you"! ?

From the day I was born, you gave me the whole world as a gift. Not only that, you also gave me bright eyes to observe the world. Gave me sensitive ears, let me listen to the world; Gave me a pair of legs to travel around the world; Gave me a pair of hands that changed the world. Most importantly, you gave me a colorful heart. Let me love the world ... how can I thank you?

It is the first time that you took my hand to pick the first fruit on the knowledge tree; You gave me the first key to open the door of knowledge; It was you who took my hand and opened the first door of the hall of knowledge; It is you who hold my hand and walk up the ladder of knowledge step by step. ...

I still remember that we saw Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, Zhou Dunyi's love lotus, Zhu Ziqing's haste, San Mao's watchful angel, crazy mother, opening a small flower for others, and thanks to the left hand, how steel was tempered together. Mom, I know that maternal love is like spring. ...

I still remember the sentence you said the night before the start of school, "Going to school is not just about learning knowledge, it is important to learn to be a man and learn to solve practical problems in life." Mom, I want to say that I am not the ignorant and selfish person. I learned to tidy my room, comb my hair and care.

Remember when I took part in the China Star Oral English Contest, my legs were shaking, but I still insisted on taking part in the contest? You told me, "Little flowers always bloom!" It is you who comfort me when I am sad; You gave me hope when I was depressed. You gave me strength when I was weak!

Mom, I want to tell you that in my eyes, your love is a clear spring that moistens the soul; Your love is like the bright moon on an autumn night. When I am lonely and helpless, it will accompany me, support me and give me confidence. Your love is like a piece of candy, wrapped in nagging and hidden in scolding. Let me look around until I understand.

Mom, I want to tell you that you are a green leaf and I am a red lotus. Without your support, I won't drive so brilliantly. Mom, I want to tell you that you are a bow and I am an arrow. Without your bow, the arrow will never go out!

"The Yangtze River can accommodate hundreds of generations of customers, and it is difficult to report three spring scenery." Let me say it again: thank you, mom, forever, forever …

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Composition:

Mom, I want to tell you.

Mom, you are the sunshine in winter, illuminating my way forward; Mom, you are a gust of wind in summer, which brings me cool. Mom, you are the rain in the spring moon, nourishing my heart. Mom, I want to say to you, mom, you have worked hard and I love you!

Hospital nursing

I remember when I was in the third grade, I had a fever of 39 degrees at night because I was playing with water. My father was not at home at that time, so my mother had no choice but to take me to the hospital in the rain. My mother carried me upstairs and downstairs for a while. I saw the sweat on my mother's forehead and felt that my mother had paid too much for me. My mother found a doctor, and the doctor said, let's go to the ward for an injection! My mother took me to the ward for an injection. I snorted when I felt pain during the injection. My mother quickly came to comfort me. My mother took care of me all night after the injection. In the morning, I saw my mother's eyes tired and bloodshot. This is, I want to say to my mother: mom, you have worked hard.

inspect homework

I remember when I came home from school in the fifth grade, I began to do my homework. By half past six, I had almost finished my homework. My mother looked at me and said, "Have you finished your homework?" I said, "Not yet." My mother reminded me: "Check it when you are finished." I replied, "Good". At night, I'm going to fall asleep. My mother came to my room quietly. I saw my mother take out my homework as well as my homework and blank paper. Then I listed my mistakes one by one in my exercise book and didn't go to bed until late at night. When I came home the next day, my mother pointed out the mistakes in my homework and analyzed the solutions in detail, so that I could correct them. At this time, I want to say to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard."

Peer encouragement

I remember when I was in junior high school, my math scores were not very good. My mother has been worried that my math scores will be so poor. Every night, she copied a lot of wrong questions in the wrong book and asked me to do those wrong questions a week later. I slept late every night, patiently accompanied me, analyzed the problem-solving methods and asked me to correct the wrong questions. She also asked me to do calculations regularly and quantitatively to ensure that I didn't deduct points during the exam. Many things happen. Finally, with my unremitting efforts, the encouragement of my teacher and the company of my mother, I finally achieved good results in mathematics. Recalling what my mother did for me, I feel that my mother worked too hard, taking care of my brother and paying attention to my studies. At this moment, I want to say to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard."

"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring" Yes, Mom, your love is great, and your love for me is selfless, just like the spring rain that moistens the earth-sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Mom, I want to say to you: "mom, you have worked hard, I love you."

Case 3:

Composition:

Mom, I want to tell you.

Time is an unruly bird, which has flown far away inadvertently.

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Looking at your once beautiful hair, there is white hair inside; Watching your once smooth face climb out of fine lines; Looking at your once bright eyes, I feel a little tired. Time is ruthless, taking away your youth, and you support my vigorous growth with your warm arms.

Mom, I want to tell you that I remember your gentle encouragement. The sky is not always clear. I still remember growing up with a deep haze, and I still remember running home with tears on my face. I still remember you clearing the dark clouds for me, and I still remember you giving me a warm hug.

Mom, I want to tell you that you have given me an unforgettable kindness.

Mom, I want to tell you that I remember your strict instructions. Growth will not always be smooth sailing. I still remember taking a wrong fork in the road, doing something I didn't pay attention to, and looking at you rudely. I still remember your angry face when I was a child, your earnest teaching and your silent tolerance.

Mom, I want to tell you that you have taught me all my life.

Mom, I want to tell you that I remember your figure when I was growing up. I still remember when I was walking in the street, your big hand held my little hand. I still remember crying when I fell, and you patted the dust to comfort me. I still remember pulling a long face for a simple math problem, and you smiled and patiently explained.

Mom, I want to tell you that the pace of growth can't keep up with my grateful heart.

Mom, I don't know when, facing the wide road, I won't be timid. If I accidentally fall down, I will just pat the dust and stand up. I won't cry and tell you trifles with my friends. Full of accusations against you, just listen carefully. I have grown up, but mom, I want to tell you that I still need you.

I still remember the separation of mother and child in Bai Juyi's poem, "Crying bitterly without light in the daytime", and the sunshine in the United States is just dazzling without a mother's child.

Mom, I want to tell you that I only wish you were the graceful pine and cypress, not for the delicate buds and bright colors, but for the circulation of the four seasons, so that I can see you in the green.