My mother writes a composition.

1. My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes, a gentle mouth and a pair of glasses on her high nose.

My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday.

Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition.

My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world.

On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.

I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.

Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.

Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

Write a composition about your mother, about 200 words. Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother, but my mother is different. The way she caresses you is very special, so I admire her. I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street and cried in despair. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, so she stepped forward and kicked me. She was not depressed and said that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once, and my mood changed. I understand a truth. Don't cry when things get difficult. Crying won't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mom. I understand your pain. Mom, I love you.

There is a saying, buried in a secret corner of my memory, a very small sentence, which I will never forget, although it is very short.

In the second grade of primary school, some classmates and I always quarreled over trivial matters. Every time we quarreled, we blushed and often had a cold war.

Mom didn't say anything when she found out.

Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand. Bright red blood flowed from white arms. I quickly took medicine to help my mother bandage her bleeding hand.

Mom still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!" "

I started arguing.

My mother waited for me to finish, and when my mood calmed down, she said to me calmly, "I believe that tolerance is necessary to get along with people." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.

I thought for a long time that night. Now I've changed a lot because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent.

3. A composition describing the image of mother from the side, 600 words, mother's hand.

In the world of hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands. Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand.

When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner. At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well. At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously.

I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit. I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me. Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The weather was a little warmer the next day, so I went to wash it.

Leather boots. But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots. Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes. Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother.

4. Introduction to my mother's composition My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.

Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

5. Hard-working mother's composition (with front description and side description) 600 words My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with silky black hair, arch eyebrows on the melon face, bright eyes, small and exquisite nose and a small cherry mouth below.

People say that people with cherry mouths sing well. Although my mother has a small mouth, she always sings out of tune, and eight horses can't come back. Really ugly. She is tone-deaf. My mother is kind. She was walking on the road, wondering if she was a liar or really needed help. She will generously give them food, clothing, use and sometimes money.

5 12 during the Sichuan earthquake, I cried while watching TV every day, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She also said that she would take an orphan as a child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screamed with fear when she saw a caterpillar. When her father was not at home, she ran to a hotel. There is nothing she can do.

My mother loves beauty very much. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive wallets and beautiful shoes. The night before, she would be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, shoes and bags to wear the next day, so it was always so beautiful when she came out. However, she has a little spot on her face recently. Every morning and evening, she kept wiping and drawing in front of the mirror, and kept saying in her mouth, "Spot, Spot, disappear!" " "It's ridiculous and sad.

My mother likes to hear compliments. She lets us praise her cooking every day. If we forget, she will say unhappily, "I won't cook for you next time." So now my father and I have to praise each other before eating every day. Another time, my mother and I wore mother-daughter costumes to play badminton.

An old man asked, "Are you sisters?" Mother happily replied, "No, we are mother and daughter." In the future, my mother often shows off her youth and beauty with this incident.

My mother works in the power supply bureau. She is conscientious and responsible in her work. Last year, she was named "Top Ten Excellent Service Stars"! This is my mother, a beautiful, young and conscientious mother.

6. My mother's composition used 200 words to describe my mother, with short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, and that was my mother working hard. I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions and explained to me while reading them, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written. My mother not only cares about my study, but also explains it to me.

I remember one day, it was snowing heavily. In a short time, the whole city became a sea of snow, a paradise of snow and a world of snow. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall off, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. At this rate, if I don't pull it out, it will fall out. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth, which didn't hurt at all. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. My mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good if you smile back! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat, and I laugh easily and am very happy. Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.

Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

7. My mother's 500-word composition (profile) When you were very young, they spent a lot of time teaching you how to eat with spoons and chopsticks, how to dress, how to tie shoelaces, how to button buttons, how to wash your face and how to behave. ...

The greatest kindness in the world is the kindness of parents. It's worth cherishing with our lives, being grateful with our hearts, and repaying with practical actions.

I remember one stormy night, the raindrops as big as peas crackled on the window. That night, I suddenly began to tremble, shaking all over, and woke up my sleeping mother. My mother took out her thermometer and looked at it. The temperature is over 39 degrees. At this time, I panicked and quickly woke up my father. My father went to the kitchen to get antipyretic and water. After I took it, I fell asleep in bed. When I woke up, I opened my eyes and found my parents still guarding me. I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

I really thank God that I was born at my parents' knees. Without the most selfless love of my parents, I have devoted all my true love and all my emotions. Regardless of my hard work and hardship, I can't write this grateful narrative today.

Gratitude is a way, and gratitude is a realm. Only by learning to be grateful can we gain the respect and love of others.

The wind chimes in the wind ring again, as if playing a song of gratitude, thanking your parents for their nagging/because they are trying to make you avoid detours/thanking your parents for their urging/because they are trying to clear away obstacles to your progress/thanking your parents for their reprimands/because they are trying to encourage your wisdom/thanking your parents for everything they have given us, let us cherish it with our lives and care with grateful hearts.

Let's take action, bit by bit, thanks to our parents! Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

What is maternal love? Motherly love is mother's nagging about the little things in our lives.

It is a strict requirement for our study and growth. She was happier than you when she won the prize, and more anxious than you when her grades dropped. She gives you all the meat when eating, and the only umbrella will cover your head when it rains. Mom is so great and selfless, so considerate and generous. No matter how big your mistake is, the door to go home is always open for you. When we have maternal love, we often don't know how to cherish it. My mother feels bad, but we think it's right to be good to us. However, we keep my mother's "beating" and "scolding" in mind and hold a grudge. We don't understand that beating and cursing is another manifestation of maternal love.

8. Write a brief introduction to your mother's composition. Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother. My mother is different. The way she caresses you is very special, so I admire her.

I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street and cried in despair. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, so she stepped forward and kicked me. She was not depressed and said that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once, and my mood changed. I understand a truth. Don't cry when things get difficult. Crying won't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mom. I understand your pain.

Mom, I love you. There is a saying, buried in a secret corner of my memory. Small words, though short, I will never forget them. In the second grade of primary school, some classmates and I always quarreled over trivial matters. Every time we quarreled, we blushed and often had a cold war.

Mom didn't say anything when she found out. Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand.

Bright red blood flowed from white arms. I quickly took medicine to help my mother bandage her bleeding hand.

Mom still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!" " I started arguing.

My mother waited for me to finish, and when my mood calmed down, she said to me calmly, "I believe that tolerance is necessary to get along with people." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.

I thought for a long time that night. Now I've changed a lot because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent.

9. Ask for a 400-word composition "Beautiful Mother" to describe my mother in profile. Although she is thirty-four years old, the years have not left a mark on her face.

Mother often wears a golden ponytail, under long thin arch eyebrows, and in a pair of bright watery eyes, she can always see a sweet smile, and her thin cherry-like lips can't cover her teeth that want to vent. My mother is short but slim. She wears beautiful clothes. This is my mother.

During my winter vacation in primary school, I was at home, lying in bed, half squinting and thinking about things, my brother was fighting on the computer, and my father went to work early in the morning. Mother is going to go out on business, but when she sees that grandma hasn't got up yet, because grandma always gets up early, she can't help wondering.

I went to lock the door, and it was locked inside out. My mother was very anxious and shouted, "Mom, mom, are you awake?" Mom, mom. ..... "Mom's voice completely woke me up. While I was wondering, my mother turned up in the bedroom drawer like stepping on oil, only to see her pick up a bunch of keys and go out again. I followed, and my mother picked up one of the keys to open grandma's door and called my father: "Hello, husband?" "You hurry home, your mother has an accident, hurry up!" My mother opened the door with an anxious face and saw my grandmother lying in bed, pale and weak. My mother was busy calling my aunts and pushing her: "Mom, Mom, wake up …" After a while, my father came, and my father put my grandmother in the car, and my mother took care of her. After a few weeks, my grandmother was finally discharged from the hospital.

The neighbor said, "If it weren't for your mother, your grandmother would have died." Yes, if mom hadn't always cared about grandma, maybe grandma would have died long ago. Neighbors praised her mother. "She does things beautifully! This is my mother, a mother who always cares about others. I love my beautiful mother.