Mom, it's good to have you.

In daily life or work and study, everyone will inevitably contact or use composition. Composition is a comprehensive and creative speech activity. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is the composition I compiled for you (selected 6 articles). Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

It's good that your mother has you. 1 the word mother has been mentioned all the time, which makes people involuntarily think that seemingly simple things such as washing clothes, cooking and looking after children are actually tedious and tiring things. It's boring to repeat the same thing every day, but my mother will be busy when she wakes up every day.

The first thing is to consider what to buy, and the same is true after buying it. After dinner, I went to school to pick me up, rain or shine. After my mother comes home, I have to finish the rest things, such as washing dishes, cleaning the room and mopping the floor. 365 days a year, every day, uninterrupted, do you feel bored? When it's time for work, I'm busy going to work. This is still busy without other accidents. If I have a fever or a cold ...

That cold was quite serious. I have a high fever of 39 degrees, not counting during the day. Give an injection to 1 1 every day at night. My mother hasn't slept for days. I took my temperature in the hospital, took the medicine and handed the water, paid for registration, and went upstairs and downstairs. It took me seven or eight days to recover. Once it is windy and rainy, my mother will send me clothes and umbrellas, and I will be busier. One day, it suddenly occurred to me, what kind of scene would it be if there was no mother at home one day? What I remember most is that time, my father was sick and lying in the hospital. You should take care of my father, my life, the hospital and my family. I don't know how many times I have to run back and forth at the end of the day. When my father recovered from his illness, you also lost several pounds.

Everything my mother does, I see it in my eyes and remember it in my heart. I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard. It's good to have you in this family! " "

Mom, it's good to have you. 2. Your black hair, I do not know when, added wisps of white hair; I don't know when you have wrinkles on your rosy cheeks ... Mom, have you noticed that you have changed forever because of your efforts?

It's a sunny afternoon. That day, I was playing downstairs, and a gentle breeze blew on my cheek. I am like a child who will never grow up, jumping up and down on the horizontal bar.

But unfortunately, I fell down. The pain was unbearable, and I sat on the ground with my arms in my hands, grinning and crying. I don't know whether sweat or tears soaked my cheeks.

My mother, who was sitting on the side and resting, heard the sound and ran to me, squatting beside me, comforting me in a low voice and checking my injury. I saw it. I saw my mother's frowning brows. The hot sweat on her forehead fell to the ground one by one. Her dark bright eyes are full of worry and anxiety. Seeing my painful appearance, my mother rushed to the nearest hospital behind my back regardless of the willy-nilly.

When the street lamp swallowed the last sunset at night, it began to rain in Mao Mao.

The film I shot came out, and you can clearly see the cracks in the bones from it. The doctor told us earnestly that if you come a little later, I'm afraid it's not just a fracture, but also a plaster cast. Mother nodded and sighed with concern.

There are fewer pedestrians on the street unconsciously, and at night, somehow, it becomes so lonely.

I sat in the hospital bed and stared at the drizzle outside the window. My mother seems to be able to read my heart at once. She touched my head, handed me a cup of hot milk and went to work. I sat on the bed and stared at my mother's busy figure.

I don't know when the rain stopped outside the window. I silently looked at my mother's busy figure, and I couldn't help but feel a warm shadow.

It's good to have you, mom, on such a night.

Mom, it's good to have you. That winter, white fluffy snowflakes fell slowly in the air unscrupulously, and the biting cold wind mercilessly "stabbed" me and my fragile mother. My mother sent me to school. It is haggard and childish. I shouted naughtily at the back of the car, "Mom, my hands are so cold!" " "So my mother didn't think for a second, quickly stopped by the side of the road and gave me the gloves.

I am very happy to wear gloves. There is still some residual heat from my mother's hands in the gloves, although my heart is warm in the cold wind whistling and snowy world. At this time, I inadvertently saw that the hands that had been held on the handlebar were no longer warm and cordial; Has been hit by the cold wind. My mother's hands go from smooth and delicate to rough, from wet to dry, from white and tender to chapped. Seeing the smile on my mother's face, my heart is bleeding. ...

"Mom, I'm not cold anymore. Let me give you your gloves back! " I tried not to shed tears. "Nothing, mom is not cold, as long as you are good, I will be fine!" "Just a few words, I cried. ...

As time went on, when I arrived at the school gate, I quickly got off and ran into the school, hiding behind the pillar. I saw my mother rubbing her hands hard, and her face was still so serious that she didn't want to give in to the cold.

Mother-the wealth of a lifetime, maternal love-is something that can never be replaced in the world. When we encounter difficulties, it is often our mother who gives us strong backing, courage and strength.

My mother's contribution has long been a thing of the past, and those memories are a part of my body, which have already been integrated into my blood and infiltrated into my bone marrow.

On the long road, my mother will plant seeds and blossom at any time on both sides of the road, and fill the long road of growth with flowers, so that we can walk on thorns and feel no pain; I'm not sad to have tears to cry about!

Mom, it's good to have you!

Mom, it's good to have you. In the eyes of others, you are just an ordinary person. In my eyes, you are my "teacher" and my friend. You are kind and great.

Every day when I come home, you will look serious: "Write your homework at once and write math in a draft book;" When reading English, read aloud; When doing Chinese homework, you should write well. "Every day is like this, I'm tired of it. You are like a bomber, and your voice echoes in my ears every day. Although I don't like listening to you every day, I know what you say is for my own good.

After your harshness, it's time to talk about your kindness. Every noon, you will wait for me to come back for dinner at the door, whether it is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy. Every weekend, after I finish my homework, you will take me to middle school to play.

You take care of me every day, and I hope I can escape your monitoring.

One day, you were ill, and I cheered, "Great! Great! Finally, I don't have to bother. " I had a good time downstairs. When I went upstairs to get toys, I heard your conversation with my father. Dad said, "Come on, drink the medicine quickly." You ask, "What's the son doing?" Dad said, "He was very happy when he learned that you didn't have the strength to take care of him." You said, "Forget it, make him happy!" ! In the future, you should talk to him when you write your homework, and ask him not to write or bow his head when he writes his homework. "

When I heard this, I paused, thinking of your kindness to me and your care for me when I was sick ... Now, you are sick, but I am very happy. Thinking of this, I really want to open the door at once and rush to the bed to say to you, "Mom, it's good to have you!" " "

It's good to have you, mom. Composition 5 "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does an inch of grass have, and it is rewarded with three spring rays? " I have seen too many sentences praising my mother's love, but none of them are as true as a thank you.

When I was a child, you and I wandered between mountains and rivers. I am only intoxicated by the majestic mountains and clear water. At this moment, you whispered to me, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." I was surprised and asked what you meant. You smiled without saying a word, as if encouraging me to explore alone. But I was too young to understand your good intentions. I told you my answer the other day: "the benevolent takes pleasure in the grace of the mountain." This mountain has accepted birds and animals living on it with its broad mind. If a man wants to open a road, he will also accept the loss of his body and let the train roar. Smart people like the wisdom of water. A drop of water can still wear away the stone. Therefore, the wise choose to be patient but not compromise, accept failure but not give up. " You smile. I know, you are glad that after so many years, I finally understand the meaning of mountains and rivers.

Once, I was very yearning for Mr. Dai. I pestered you to take me to Mount Tai, but you took me to a mountain with a smile. It is not as majestic as Mount Tai, nor as rugged as Mount Huangshan. I don't understand. But you said, "If you get to the top of the mountain before me, I will take you to Mount Tai." I was in high spirits and hurried to climb to the top of the mountain. Even if the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, it will be crushed by sudden fatigue. You step by step away from me, and I see Mount Tai hopeless, leaning on the mountainside and crying. At this time, your big hand covered my little hand: "You dare not face such a small difficulty. How can we face a bigger dilemma? "

Your words sneaked into my heart with the wind, as if something was rippling in it. ...

You are a man who dares to question. When the teacher talked about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he simply mentioned Liu Bei's righteous act and Cao Cao's rebellion. Even though I didn't understand them at that time, I still took them ridiculously as truth. You just encouraged me to read the original when I returned to Kan Kan. I'm lost again. But you told me to have my own opinion. There are always a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people.

I looked at the dimples where you danced, and something seemed to pass through my mind. ...

The eagle pushed the child off the cliff to temper; Then you kept giving me inspiration for my life, adding fuel to the fire on my way to growth. The jumping water drops reflect your intelligent smile, and the ripples make me confused again and again and finally disappear. Mom, it's good to have you.

It's good to have you, mom. It was a rainy afternoon, and the usually pleasant bell was turned into a sleepy voice by the sudden heavy rain. I watched the pouring rain outside the window, accompanied by noisy rain, thinking carefully about how to get home safely. The heavy raindrops outside the window remind me of a past event. ...

It is also such a rainy day. I didn't bring an umbrella, but my kind classmates walked with me to the school gate with an umbrella. When he left, I was thinking about how to go home. The rain won't stop for a while, so I braved the heavy rain and ran to the station. My hair is wet, I can't help sneezing, and my stomach growls in the rain.

Suddenly, a thick smell of hot milk floated to the tip of my nose, and I couldn't help turning around in the direction where the smell came from. I was shocked: it's mom! Holding a cup of hot milk and a bag of biscuits in her hand, she smiled at me when she saw me turn around. At this moment, I couldn't believe my eyes until my mother came up to me, handed me the milk and biscuits, and silently held up an umbrella for me. My heart wet with rain warmed up, as if I had found spring. ...

Maternal love is warm and selfless.

Every cold winter night, my mother will get up in the middle of the night to cover me with a quilt. Once, it was very cold in the middle of the night. She was afraid that I would catch a cold by kicking the quilt, so she covered me with the quilt several times at night, and then she accidentally caught a cold. After I got up, she didn't complain, but she had a good attitude, as if nothing had happened. As if remembering yesterday when my mother covered me with a quilt, I opened my eyes slightly and saw my mother's thin clothes in my sleepy eyes. Thought of here, I can't help but shed tears. This is my mother.

Motherly love is a drop of water in the desert, a fire in winter, and a mountain in front of everyone, which will always shelter you from the wind and rain. Mom, it's good to have you.