A sentence that describes nagging

My mother is 34 years old this year! She is very beautiful, of medium height, with a dignified face and long black hair. ......

Mom is good at everything, filial to her elders, but she loves to nag! I often complain that I have a nagging mother. But I also know that my mother is doing it for my own good! But her nagging really gives me a headache. Listen to me if you don't believe me!

Last time, I accidentally spilled ink on my new sportswear! I timidly walked up to my mother and explained the whole story to her. But instead of letting me take off my clothes and wash them, my mother criticized me angrily: "Look at you, all the clothes you just bought are like this, really ...! "I said angrily," Can't you just say it? " What a terrible thing to say, my mother is even more angry and nags at me angrily. Oh, my God! I'm finished. Maybe she will nag until tomorrow. I silently prayed that my mother wouldn't nag for too long. I haven't finished my homework!

Another time, my brother broke the bowl, but I was there. The sly brother dashed back to the room. At this time, my mother came over and saw broken bowls and pieces all over the floor, as if she understood a lot at once. So she gave me a suspicious look, and I quickly saved myself: "Mom, I didn't do this ...! ""it's not who you are! You are the only one here, not you who broke the bowl yourself ... "Before I could explain, my mother began to nag. God, I am more wronged than Dou E! After about twenty minutes, my mother stopped nagging. I quickly explained, "Mom, your precious son broke this bowl, not me. You can't accuse a good man without any evidence! " "Then why didn't you say so earlier?" I said, "You didn't let me talk ..." Before I finished, my mother walked towards my brother's room. "Hey, brother, good luck, sister!" I muttered to myself.

According to my father, the shortest time for my mother to nag is ten minutes. Ever since I got married. I was shocked!

This is my mother-a beautiful nagging mother!

"Danny, come to dinner. I called you several times. What are you dawdling about? " "Danny, do your own thing, otherwise, you won't appreciate the pleasure of labor."

It goes without saying that everyone can guess who she is. She is my nagging mother. As long as she is at home, the home is like a "big-headed fly", buzzing and annoying.

Dad said, "You did well in the exam, and I will give you a reward." "Children know how to bargain," she said. What should they do when they grow up? Besides, you should get good grades if you study by yourself. "

My father is always on my side at every critical moment. "No, you'll get used to her. You'll get used to her with a glib tongue." Mom said. I replied, "Mom, that's my eloquence, not my glib tongue." "You are still poor!" As she spoke, my mother came forward to arrest me, only to hear my father shout, "Daughter, come out quickly!" " "

Once, my mother "left" our father and daughter on a business trip. My father and I lived together for years. I just know that dad and I really can't do it without a nagging mother! A few days later, "nagging" mother came back to see us in a mess, and her nose was sour: "Can't you two live without me?"

"Good wife!" Dad said. "Good mother! Without you, my father and I are like vagrants. No one washes clothes, no one cooks, bitter! " After that, I pretended to sigh, and my mother was amused and smiled. My father and I are also sunny.

Through this incident, I summed up a truth. Although my mother is "nagging", her feelings for me and my father are still the tortoise's call! "Danny, it's time to take your medicine!" Look, nagging again. (

My mother is very tall with heavy eyebrows. Mother's nagging is famous in our family.

My mother is always nagging. Whenever I want to watch TV for a while at night, my mother nags, "Don't look, I have to go to school tomorrow!" " "Whenever I do my homework, there is a nagging voice in my ear:" Write correctly to prevent myopia! " "What should we pay attention to in class? Ask if you don't understand, tell the truth, do your own thing ... this kind of nagging is really endless. I get upset when I hear my mother nagging. But there is one thing that gives me a new understanding of my mother's nagging.

Near the final exam, a few days earlier, my mother told me again and again what to pay attention to in the exam. On the day of the exam, my mother nagged me again, saying, "Don't be nervous during the exam, carefully examine the questions, write neatly, and check carefully after finishing the questions ..." Alas, my head is about to explode. My mother is such a nag!

The exam is over. As soon as I saw that the topic was simple, I did it at once. After a while, the test paper was finished. Just as I was about to hand in my paper, my mother's nagging voice rang out in my ear: "Check it carefully, check it carefully!" " "So, I checked it carefully. I really don't know if I don't check I was shocked when I checked, and I found three wrong questions at once. I checked it again to prevent mistakes. I didn't hand in my paper until I thought there was no problem. This time I got the first full mark in history.

Thanks to mom, thanks to mom's nagging! Suddenly I feel that my mother's nagging is an inexhaustible treasure in my life.

My mother's mouth is always nagging, don't you believe it listens-

"How so far? Come closer, your nose hasn't touched the book yet! Trying to become a giant panda, four' eyes', how cute! " Well, my mother saw me doing my homework at my desk and couldn't help nagging.

After listening to my mother's words, I smiled and sat up straight at once. Mom didn't stop because of this: "Hey, don't move, don't move! The eyes are not bad, and there is no shortage of business in the optical shop! "

One morning, the alarm clock rang and it was already half past six. I'm still roaming in a sweet dream. Mom's "radio" turned on: "Lazy, so sleepy? We're gonna be late! Just being friends with the bed can't improve your academic performance. "

I opened my hazy eyes, but soon fell asleep again.

At this time, my mother's second "broadcast" rang again: "Don't get up, the sun is drying your ass. Didn't you say it's your turn to be on duty for the routine assessment today? " It's not like a student invited you! "I immediately skid up. Just as I was about to wash my face, the nagging began again: "Don't forget to brush your teeth. You see your teeth are decayed, and after a while you will become a toothless little old man! " "At school, my voice rang again:" See if you have all your books. I didn't bring everything to school for three days, and it was too late to get it back! " I think you need to buy a car. It's convenient to run back and forth ... "

I checked as soon as I heard it, and I really forgot to bring my Chinese book. Holding the book, I went out like a gust of wind. At this time, my mother's "radio" broadcast was temporarily over.

In this way, my mother's nagging "radio" sounded in my ear at any time, which not only made me enjoy it, but more importantly, prompted me to get rid of many bad habits.

As long as I can remember, I grew up in my mother's whispering. At that time, my mother was young and capable, and she was a great beauty in Fiona Fang. Confucius was a saint at that time. Next door to my grandmother's house is a private school that teaches by example. My shrewd mother actually studied in a private school for four years, and the teacher was the eldest brother who was full of literary talent. A country woman who could read and write poems was an enviable thing at that time. I don't know if my mother had a few rainy swings in her girlhood, and fell in love with Xu Qianqian's first love as soon as she turned around, and finally married my father silently. But in my girlhood, I often heard my mother whisper, "There is nothing I can do about this situation ..." So, I learned from my childhood that there are many beauties since ancient times. From childhood to adulthood, I began to understand my mother's inner loneliness and bitterness, and I became a loyal listener to my mother.

As my sister and I grew up, a bright and quiet smile began to appear on my mother's face. In this smile, I saw a woman's self-confidence, which is the light of maternal love hope, replacing the fog-like melancholy in her eyes. My mother no longer sighed sadly at the autumn rain on a spring night, but urged my sister and me to endorse, while doing exercises under the lamp, while knitting new clothes, shoes and hats for her daughter. She kept telling us stories about the ancients who studied hard to become talents. At that time, my mother was like a different person. My father's reticence makes my mother eloquent. Wherever I go, my mother's ability and eloquence are always impressive. The neighbors regard her as a reputation, but my mother is proud of us. She wants to train us well to show her ability. My sister and I didn't feel depressed in the face of this heavy maternal love, just like bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground, a natural and vibrant state.

Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms and good at employing people. I remember that she told us the story of Ma Su beheaded by Kong Ming with tears in her eyes more than once. Therefore, under the strict guidance of my sister, I practiced in winter for 49 years and suffered hardships in summer, and finally became a well-known skilled worker, probably the kind who is now out of the hall and into the kitchen. The local famous family is proud of marrying her sister. As for me, with the upgrade of my studies, my mother can't cope with it gradually In the face of those math and physics exercises, she can no longer be as handy as she was in elementary school. However, my mother will use the stories of the ancients to spur me on how to hang my head. Those poor scholars who couldn't go to Beijing to catch the exam finally won the first prize, which made me firmly remember in my heart that my dream when I was young was to be Meng Lijun. As a mother's daughter, how dare you not be excellent? Perhaps it is my mother who knows how to choose people, so that she won't cry and give up what she loves after losing the street pavilion like Kong Ming.

Mother is broad-minded and generous to others. I saw love sublimate in her heart, and she no longer lingered in narrow love. This kind of love went to a deeper and wider place: in that age without sons, there was no future. My uncle insisted on adopting my second brother to my home, and my mother really hesitated for a while. She is not afraid of hardships. It is easier to raise a child than to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this and my family. My mother never vaguely promised things, kindly taught her and expected her son to succeed, just as she did. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will let her brother read as many books and receive the same education as me. Now, looking at her excellent brother, I have to applaud her success. Mother is our pride. At least she is smarter than Kong Ming in employing people.

Winter passed and spring came. After several ups and downs, my mother is finally no longer smart and capable. She is getting old. The old mother began to nag from the inculcation at that time, but when we grew up, we all flew away and sat down to listen to her inarticulate nagging. There was not a minute and a half like time.

When I went home for the Spring Festival, I was surprised to find that my mother was really old. In the tired eyes of my family, when my mother has ignored the hints of others and expressed herself, I sadly read a kind of loneliness, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a kind of fate, just like my mother came from loneliness when she was young, and now she has come to the end of her life and returned to loneliness. She began to feel bouts of pain in her heart and could not help falling into deep remorse.

Oh, mom!

When I was a child, how many times did you cross the long river on the way to school with our small bodies on your back? At that time, the river smiled and sang clear songs, and your face smiled so proudly, like carrying a small sun, walking towards the radiant front. Now that you are old, it is still the river that accompanies you. It is just endless loneliness, silence and vastness. But I can't carry you across this lonely river. It will accompany you from sunset to the window in the next month. Mom, don't mention how sad I am, but I dare not tell you.

We grew up under your young nagging. How can we grow up and grow up without your nagging? There is no reason not to like your nagging.

Mom, tell me about your shrewdness as a child, how you brought ignorant us to the temple of knowledge, how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how much you longed for us to become successful people and stand in front of others. ...

Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of my daughter. I'll listen to you whisper when I brush my white hair in front of the mirror. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world work hard in your nagging. After listening to your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !

My mother is good everywhere, but she is too talkative. She nagged people all day. Anyone who listens to him will get a thick cocoon on his ear.

"Where is the book? Every time, I have told you many times. ! "Look, it's another thunderous roar. I call it" the lion's roar ". I am like a little sheep on the west coast. I have to be nervous and look for this book slowly. Suddenly I found something like a book on the ground. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a dyeing board for my experiment. Somehow, consciousness prompted me to look under the board again. I leaned over and found the following book. When I found this book, The Lion Roar finally stopped growling. I'm glad to myself that it's so nice in the world that I found the book at the critical moment. I secretly laughed at the thought ... My mother asked, "What are you laughing at?" I quickly faltered: "Nothing, nothing." Then I picked up my schoolbag and went to school by bike.

Another time, this year's spring outing, she bought a lot of things, which made me feel that this was not a spring outing, but an "outing." Before leaving, she nagged again: "Don't eat on the road, eat bread and drink milk at noon ..." No, she gave me 10 yuan and said: "If you go to Butterfly Garden Square, go to the Garden Food City to buy something to eat." At noon, I went shopping with my classmates, and we rested alone in the same place, optimistic about the "blessed land" we selected. Three people ordered a casserole and coke and packed a bag. But the change was lost by baby Tang. I think: The Lion Roar is going to show off again. Sure enough, when I got home, my mother found me, and my ears experienced the baptism of "lion roar". Finally, my father came out to make amends: "Forget it this time, it won't be allowed next time." Seeing this scene, I quickly said, "I know, I know." Finally, this matter has passed.

Mom, I know your nagging is good for me. Actually, don't nag too much. After all, I have my own opinion!

I have a nagging mother. She nagged all day. "Chen Shuo, let's eat." "Chen Shuo, go and do your homework. Keep your waist straight when you do your homework. " "Chen Shuo, it's time for bed. Remember to brush your teeth and wash your face before going to bed. " "I know, I know, I know!" I always answer impatiently. I thought, "What a nuisance! Screaming like a crow every day. Mom, mom, aren't you tired? Don't say that you are not tired, I am tired after listening! " Yes, I grew up in this nagging environment. The first thing that catches my eye every morning is the nagging, and it is also the nagging that puts me to sleep every night. This endless sound is loud and loud, and the eardrum of noisy people is almost broken, so it is difficult to connect it with the sound made by the small mouth. Indeed, my mother's mouth is very small, but such a mouth can shock a mouth twice as big as hers. Therefore, I always go to bed early every day to avoid being awakened by the noise.

I used to think that my mother's nagging was a kind of noise, which was very annoying, but one thing completely changed my original view.

It was a Friday afternoon and I walked into the house. For the first time, I didn't hear chatter. I turned the house upside down and didn't even see my mother's shadow. "What's the matter? Where did mom go? " I thought it was strange at the time, but then I thought, "Isn't that better?" I used to listen to that annoying voice every day, and my ears were almost deaf. Now is a good chance to rest from heaven! "So I stopped thinking about it and opened my schoolbag to do my homework." Alas, how so cold and cheerless! Really a little unaccustomed! "I closed the book for the nth time and complained:" I used to think it was too noisy, but now there is no such noise, and I don't even concentrate on my homework. "I didn't expect that nagging to be useful!" I threw away my exercise book and leaned back in the chair. The boat of memory brought me back to my childhood. Once, because I fell, I kept crying. My mother saw me and ran to hug me. She smiled and said to me, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry …" After listening to my mother repeatedly, I slowly fell asleep in her arms. Thinking, thinking, I couldn't help laughing and said to myself, "I didn't notice it before." I didn't expect my mother's nagging to contain love and concern for me. "

My mother came back from the outside at night, and nagging came back. I am very happy to see him, and I smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, where have you been!" " "Mom said," don't you bother me? I went shopping! " I said, "No! I already know that you are saying this to urge me. "Mom paused for a moment, and then smiled and said," Your head finally began to understand. " I giggled too, and the laughter echoed in the room for a long time.

It is a woman's nature to nag. Mom is a woman, so she also likes to nag.

My mother's nagging started with my first cry when I was born. At this time, there are two kinds of mother's nagging A nagging is for me, nagging when I can call my mother and when I can grow up. The nagging at this time is full of love and expectation for me. I am my mother's hope and dream, and also my mother's life. A nagging is for others, nagging how cute, funny and naughty his son is. At this time, my mother's nagging is full of incomparable joy and great maternal love.

In my mother's nagging, I learned to call my mother, learn to talk and learn to walk. I seem to understand my mother's nagging. My naughty is a little angry in my mother's nagging, but more is love.

Under the nagging of my mother, I started school. My mother's nagging has changed from life-oriented to learning-oriented, nagging that I am not serious about my study, nagging that I am not as good as others, nagging that I am playful and careless about my study. My mother's nagging always echoes in my ears. The first time I started to feel bored, I was always dissatisfied. A trace of unhappiness on the surface was seen through by my mother, which aggravated my mother's nagging From my mother's nagging, I realized the urgency of hating iron and not turning it into steel, and her sadness was reflected in her tears. I can read the meaning of my mother's nagging, and my stubbornness as a child soon forgot my mother's nagging. I played a learning spirit again and again in my mother's nagging, set a learning goal, and failed my mother's nagging again and again. Maybe I am young and frivolous, maybe I am not sensible. In a mother's nagging, I left home in a huff and didn't go to school. Feeling lonely and helpless after leaving home, the world seems to have changed. I just know that my mother's nagging is so warm and amiable, and the love contained in it is enough to melt me. This is my happiness, but I take her nagging as a burden. When I saw her again, she didn't nag me about my ignorance, but held me in her arms with tears of joy, repeating over and over again: Mom stopped nagging. My heart ached and I said to my mother regretfully: It's all my fault. Forgive me. Without my mother's nagging, it seems that the sky has disappeared. Mother smiled with relief and carefully picked up her nagging.

Under my mother's nagging, I grew up and took part in the work. My mother nagged me again, telling me how to treat my work and my colleagues. Every time I go on a business trip, my mother always nags me that I can't take care of my life alone, telling me this and that, and nagging me about packing, when I should wear what clothes, and how to manage my finances. At marriageable age, my mother nagged me to go home from my boss and set about introducing me to someone.

In this way, in the mother's nagging, my youth left her, and my sideburns also had a lot of white hair. Today, although my mother's nagging is no longer neat, I still love to listen to her nagging and always want her to nag me about something.

Mother's nagging is priceless in my heart.