Tell your child a story about your mother.

A. Write an 800-word story composition for my mother

"Dear mom, hello! I remember when I was five years old, you divorced my dad, and I've been a single child ever since, you know? How much I miss you. "

On February 4th, 65438+65438, Li, a sixth-grade student of Jiangning Branch of Nanjing Normal University, aged 1 1, stood out from the contestants of Chinese primary and secondary schools all over the world and won the sixth "Lu Xun Youth Literature Award" with this on-site composition "A Story for Mom".

The organizer of the contest said that this 800-word composition vividly described the past events of cutting bad mother's sweater when I was a child because I wanted to try the power of scissors. "Simple and unpretentious, but every sentence is absent-minded, and a child's yearning for his mother gushes out at the tip of the pen", which deeply touched the judges.

I love reading famous books and never read selected compositions.

After winning the prize on June 5438+04, Li told the reporter: "I didn't expect to win the grand prize in the meeting, but I just expressed what I wanted to say most."

When Li was five years old, his parents divorced and his mother went to Guiyang. He was brought up by his grandparents. Maybe it's because grandma Hou Longying used to be a primary school Chinese teacher, and Li loves reading. She finished reading China's four classical novels and many foreign classics in the second grade of primary school.

In the third grade of primary school, his writing ability began to appear, and he could gain something by participating in some provincial and municipal composition competitions. When most children of the same age are still worried about how to make up a 300-word composition, it is not a problem for him to write a thousand words. The Chinese teacher commented that Li's composition was "unconventional, concise, but meaningful".

After finishing his homework every day, Li's greatest pleasure is to read his favorite books before going to bed. Now I love reading Cao Wenxuan's works and Lu Xun's works, so I participated in the competition of the 6th "Lu Xun Youth Literature Award".

Every weekend, after all kinds of make-up classes, Li will soak in the bookstore, which is his most relaxed and happiest time. Grandma Hou Longying said: "He never reads composition, and chooses this kind of book, but he loves the original book best. Composition choice will imprison people's thinking. Only by reading extensively and extensively can he write a good composition. "

B.tell a story about your mother. 100 word composition

A touching story of a son and mother.

Once upon a time, there was a mother and son. One year, there was a drought and there was no harvest. There is only enough food for one person at home. So, the mother said to her son, "Son, there is a lack of food at home now. If we eat it, we will both starve to death. I am old and you are young. You can carry me to the mountains and bury me another day. " ",

My son doesn't want to, but the food is getting less and less. Mother begged, and he finally agreed.

On this day, it was snowing, and my son was carrying his mother to the mountains.

Walking, the son found his mother breaking branches with her hands and throwing them into the snow.

The son felt strange and asked, "Mom, you are going to die. Why did you break the branches? " ? "

Mother said, "son, I'm afraid that after you throw me away, you won't find your way home!" " ! ……

C. the story of my mother and me. (composition)

The story of me and my mother.

Maternal love is a book with profound philosophy. From the moment you were born, the angel opened the title page of this book for you. From then on, the story in the book was interpreted by you and your mother. These stories are always the simplest and most touching, whether you can understand them or not.

The warmth of childhood

It seems that my friends' childhood was composed of beautiful butterflies, beautiful dolls and the most careful care of my mother, but my mother gave me another sky. She took me into the fairy tale world. I got to know Snow White, Cinderella and the ugly duckling. They are full of magical fairy tales. I wonder why my mother knows so much. Where are all the princesses? At this time, my mother will tell me gently and mysteriously: "It's all told by a magical angel, and it's all in the angel's heart!" ""Where are the angels? Where is it? "I can't wait to see his true colors.

At this time, my mother took out a beautiful "Andersen's Fairy Tales" from behind like magic and shook it gently in front of my eyes. Then she held it high and mysteriously said to me, "This is not a simple word, it's called a book." I jumped up excitedly and raised my hand to grab it: "Mom, I want me!" " Yes! "Mom happily handed me the book, and I couldn't wait to open it and froze! What are those little people? My mother seems to have guessed my thoughts: "Those are words. Only when you know them can they tell you a good story. How's it going? Do you have confidence? " "yes! "

For those good stories, I study hard and persistently, not afraid of hardship and fatigue. Only then did I really step into the world of books. Because of my mother, I have a lifelong bond with the book. My childhood mother left me all gentle stories. She created a beautiful starting point for my future.

Love tears when I grow up

I really don't understand why my mother after growing up is far less gentle than when she was a child. When I grew up, I ate a stick many times. What impressed me the most was that time. I stole a beautiful little doll from my cousin. When she found out, she sat there angrily, staring at me without saying a word. I stood in front of her and thought it was the haze of the storm. I cried in fear, and my mother's eyes became a little disappointed. She still said nothing. I have been condemning myself in my heart. I want to say, I know I was wrong and beg my mother to forgive me, but I can't say it all the time. Silence is better than sound, and the stalemate lasted for nearly 10 minutes. I know I was wrong, but I think it's just a doll. Mother finally said, "Do you know what's going on?" The tone is so low. I shook my head, I only knew that I was wrong.

"Yes, come to me when you want to understand!" Say that finish, my mother silently shook her head and hobbled away. I feel very wronged. A doll, is it worth it? How can you be so cruel, tears fell unconsciously.

Later, I finally learned from my father, "You should be an honest boy!" " "It turned out that I was dishonest. I understand that it is very important to be an honest person. I will never cheat or lie again. I can't forget how many tears I shed. ...

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"Guo Guo me, bandits I high. Mourn for my parents who gave birth to me ... ""My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, cultivate me, nurture me, care about me, go in and out. If you want to report your virtue, you will be extremely confused. " Mom, make me laugh and cry. I know, it's all deep love.

She moistens me like rain and dew, and shines on me like the rising sun. How can an inch of grass report the spring scenery?

D. Composition "Mother's Story"

I like reading fairy tales since I was a child, especially every wonderful and magical fairy tale written by Andersen. There is also his Complete Works of Andersen's Fairy Tales in the bookcase at home, and I have read all the fairy tales thoroughly. Among them, what impressed me the most was the story of fairy tale mother. "Mother's Story" tells the story of an ordinary mother who wants to take back her beloved son from death. The hateful death pays the mother a huge price in exchange, but the mother does not hesitate. She only cares about her son's safety. Finally, although the mother paid a huge price, she finally got her son back, which is irreplaceable by anything in this world.

The same is true in life. There are no parents in the world who don't love their children, but the children of our generation don't know what happiness is and how to grasp it at all. When I was five years old, I once had lunch. My mother was too busy to make my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. When I found out, I lost my temper and thought my mother was the worst person in the world and didn't love me at all. So she forgot to cook my favorite dish. At that time, I felt so wronged that I didn't even eat lunch, so I just sat there pouting and sulking. My mother apologized to me as soon as she saw me like this, but I didn't understand her feelings at all and turned my head to ignore her, taking everything she was doing for granted. I ignored my mother all afternoon, but she often poured me water, made me some cupcakes, and added clothes from time to time for fear that I would be thirsty, hungry and cold. And I accepted my mother's efforts with a clear conscience, and I didn't feel guilty at all, and I didn't want to understand my mother. My anger didn't dissipate until my mother cooked me a table of my favorite food at dinner in the evening. When I first read Mother's Story, my face was boiling hot, as if there were more than a dozen pairs of fiery eyes looking at me. They seem to criticize me: how can you just enjoy everything your parents have done for you, but never consider repaying your parents and being filial to them? From then on, I never dared to criticize my mother's cooking, nor did I complain that my father forgot to buy me toys. And I learned to repay my parents, and I know that no one in the world loves me more than my parents.

The mother in Mother's Story explains the hearts of all parents in the world for their children. Yes, who loves you the most? Who always cares about you the most? It's your parents. Why is the unarmed mother in the story so brave to take her son back from death? What drives her? It's love, a mother's love for her son! I think that if every parent meets something similar to that mother, they will do the same thing as that mother: save their children no matter how much it costs!

The love your parents give you is as deep as the sea, but it is surging and priceless. Therefore, we should learn to be contented and repay our parents' love.

E. When I was a child, my mother told me how to write a story composition.

[composition listening to my mother telling stories about my childhood] My mother often said that my childhood stories were funny and I did something that made my family laugh and cry. I heard my mother tell the story of my childhood. One sunny afternoon, my mother and I were at home. After a while, my mother came up to me and said softly, Daughter, my mother told you an interesting story when I was a child. At that time, you were only three or four years old, and an interesting thing happened in your grandmother's house about your childhood. Your grandfather made a bottle of yellow wine and put it in a coke bottle. You just walked into the room, and soon, you saw a bottle of Coca-Cola in a corner of the living room. You immediately picked up Coca-Cola and took a few sips. Later, you drank it and felt something was wrong, so you stopped and cried: Ah! Why ... bitter and sweet? What the hell is this? Your grandfather saw it, walked up to you and said kindly, silly boy, this is yellow wine, not coke. You can't drink it. Just smiled and said to grandpa: grandpa, I just thought this bottle of yellow wine was coke! So I took a few sips. Your words made your grandparents laugh on the spot. Through my mother's story about my childhood, I learned that I was really funny and cute when I was a child. Grade 5 of Shi Lan Primary School, Chancheng District, Foshan City, Guangdong Province: Yu Lirong

F. Writing the storyline of maternal love

Motherly love on cuffs

On the cold night of the twelfth month, under the dim street lamp, my mother sat alone on the side of the road with her back to the window, and her hair was covered with glittering snowflakes, as if she had aged a lot in an instant. It was the first snow that winter. The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is biting cold to walk in the street during the day. I am extremely well armed by my mother, with thick down jacket, beautiful hat and exquisite gloves. I like snow and its purity. Every time it snows, I will lie in the snow and feel the rare purity in this society. My mother sat on the balcony, watching me lying in the snow and smiling kindly at me. This is my happiest moment. My mother hates secularism and social injustice as much as I do. When she was a child, she used to lie in the snow and enjoy pure happiness. My mother kept smiling ... 3. When I got home, my mother had cooked a pot of chicken soup, and the room was filled with the smell of food. My mother said, "Come on, have some soup to keep out the cold." After a warm dinner, I just wanted to study when I entered the room. My mother came into my room and asked me to try on the sweater she knitted for me. The whole dress fits me well except that the cuffs are a little bulky. I said to my mother, "That's good, so I don't have to get dressed." Mother smiled and then said worriedly, "How can this be done?"? Let's change it! " ! It's not good if the intake air freezes. "I can't say much, let my mother do it. At this time, the whole community was dark and the power was cut off. I was secretly happy: "Great, I don't have to study tonight." He said worriedly, "What should I do?" Just waiting for my mother to speak, my mother just said, "I'm so tired." Let's go to bed early! " "I lie prone on the bed, it's still early to sleep. About an hour later, I heard the sound of closing the door. I ran to my mother's room and found her out. I was lying on the windowsill, waiting and waiting, and finally my mother appeared on the road, the snow was still floating, and it was more crystal clear under the illumination of street lamps. The next scene stunned me. My mother took out the sweater she knitted for me from her pocket, sat under the street lamp and changed clothes one by one on the cold roadside. The next morning, my mother asked me to put on a sweater, but said nothing. I silently accepted everything my mother prepared for me, and then shed tears. 6. Motherly love is really like this, giving silently and asking for nothing in return. I will always remember the maternal love on the cuff! !

G. write a composition about mom's story.

I like reading fairy tales since I was a child, especially every wonderful and magical fairy tale written by Andersen. There is also his Complete Works of Andersen's Fairy Tales in the bookcase at home, and all the fairy tales in it are mine.

I read it through. Among them, what impressed me the most was the story of fairy tale mother, which told the story of an ordinary mother who wanted to take back her beloved son from death, and the hateful death.

Mother paid a huge price for it, but she didn't hesitate. She only thinks about her son's safety. Finally, although my mother paid a huge price, she finally got her wish.

Nothing in this world can replace my son.

The same is true in life. There are no parents who don't love their children in the world, but our generation of children don't know what happiness is. They know nothing about it.

Grasp happiness. When I was five years old, my mother was so busy at lunch that she forgot to make my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. When I found out, I lost my temper and felt that my mother was the worst person in the world, and it didn't hurt at all.

I don't love me. So she forgot to cook my favorite dish. I felt so wronged at that time that I didn't even eat lunch. I sat there pouting and sulking. My mother saw me like this and quickly apologized to me.

But I don't appreciate my mother at all. I turned my head and ignored her. I took everything she did for granted. I ignored my mother all afternoon, but she often poured me water and made me some cupcakes.

When eating, give me a dress from time to time, lest I be thirsty, hungry and cold. But I accepted my mother's efforts with a clear conscience, and I didn't feel guilty at all. I didn't think about understanding my mother until dinner at night.

At that time, my mother cooked me a table of delicious food that I loved, and my anger dissipated. When I first read Mom's Story, my face was boiling hot, as if there were more than a dozen pairs of spicy eyes looking at it, as if it were there.

Criticize me: How can you only enjoy what your parents do for you, but never consider repaying your parents and being filial to them? From then on, I never dared to criticize my mother's cooking, nor did I blame my father for forgetting to buy it for me.

I have learned to repay my parents and know that no one in the world loves me more than my parents.

The mother in Mother's Story explains the hearts of all parents in the world for their children. Yes,

Who loves you the most? Who always cares about you the most? It's your parents Why is the unarmed mother in the story so brave to take her son back from death? What drives her? Is love,

It's a mother's love for her son! I think that if every parent encounters something similar to that mother, they will do the same thing with that mother: save their children no matter how much it costs.

Son!

The love your parents give you is as deep as the sea, but it is surging and priceless. Therefore, we should learn to be contented and repay our parents' love.

H. the complete works of stories and compositions that my mother thought of

Mom! You are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. The raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? -inscription

As Bing Xin said, no matter what difficulties we meet, mom will stop us. Many people say that the year when the child was born was the mother's Good Friday, but it was also the happiest day in her life. What our mother has paid is far beyond our imagination.

Although my mother is devoted to me, there will always be contradictions between me and my mother. My mother has always attached great importance to her grades.

It was just a unit exam, and I only got 80 points because of carelessness. I walked into the room with my head down in my hand, feeling uneasy. I know my mother's temper. When I entered the room, my mother was knitting a sweater and didn't notice my arrival.

"Mom, I'm back." I let out a cry softly, as small as a mosquito, but my mother heard me.

"Oh, you're back. Wash your hands and go to eat. " Mom said with a smile, continue knitting. "By the way, did you get your math scores?" Mother raised her head again.

"Oh, oh ... not yet ... yes." I dare not tell the truth.

"Really, in that case, let's go to dinner." Mother continued to knit sweaters.

After a full meal, I went back to my room in fear and trembling, closed the door, and carefully took out the paper to correct it. Every time I change a question, I always look out of the door, for fear that my mother will suddenly open the door and I will be relieved to see my mother concentrate on knitting. But I don't want to. My mother called me outside the house. I didn't hear the shouting because I was nervous. My mother opened the door and came in, and the paper was exposed.

"What's going on? Didn't you say no? " Mother asked me angrily.

"I ..." I buried my head even lower.

"How could you do that? You know how hard I work. I am late for work and leave early every day. If you do this, isn't it inattentive in class ... I ... "

"That's enough." I picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the house.

Walking on the way to school, I am full of grievances. Does a mistake mean I'm not paying attention? This is always the case. Why do adults never understand children?

When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found a note on my desk that read:

I'm sorry, daughter. Mom shouldn't have done that to you. Mom didn't mean to blame you, just wanted you to be honest. The meal is ready, put it on the table, and then heat it when it is cold.

In a flash, I was in tears. ...

Pity the beloved mother of the world, like a warm boat. Without a boat, how can we sail to the other side of success?

First, touching stories about mothers and children. To make a long story short. I+ in composition

One day,

I read a very touching true story in the book.

This story ends here.

Let me remember it unforgettable.

This story is about a young mother.

five

I went to the park with Kloc-0/8 year old son.

Play. At that time, zoo managers were preparing to move the black bear indoors for the winter.

Part of the barbed wire outside the cage was removed.

When a mother raises a black bear with her son.

In front of the iron cage, the naughty son walked past the newly unloaded barbed wire while his mother was not paying attention!

Then,

He approached the inner cage,

Put a piece of candy in your hand into the black bear's mouth through an iron cage.

At that critical moment,

Mother gave her hand to the black bear without hesitation.

In that way

Then cover your son's little hand with the other hand.

Although the nearby staff rushed to help, they pulled the black bear away with wooden sticks.

Yes But my mother's hand was still badly bitten, and the tendon of one hand was broken.

Crack, my son's hand is hurt less because of his mother's protection. The mother in the story

My son was out of danger because I personally protected him.

There are many touching stories, in order to protect their children, mothers ignore their own dangers.

each

When people grow up, they will encounter some difficulties or dangers.

There will be suffering.

Our mother gave us the strongest protection with her weak body. Ji Bolun said:

"people

The sweetest thing your lips can say,

It's the mother,

The best phone,

Precisely

"mom

J. Tell a story about you and your mother in 350 words.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I'm going to surprise my mother and wash her feet tonight.

I picked up my mother's footbath, first cold water and then hot water, and tried the temperature by hand. It's neither hot nor cold. I'll take it to the bedroom. Put the washbasin at my mother's feet. My mother asked me, "What are you going to do?" I said:

"I'll tell you later," I first took off my mother's socks, gently put my feet in the water and soaked them for a few minutes. My first feeling is that my mother's feet are big. Very long. It's hard. My mother's feet are hard. I think this is because my mother runs all the year round.

I rubbed the waves caused by fatigue and said to my mother, "Mom, you have been tired all day, so it will be more comfortable to wash your feet." Mother didn't speak, just looked at me with gentle eyes. After washing my feet, I picked up my socks and washed some clothes.

Powder, rub it with a little water, then change a basin of water, then rub the socks back and forth in the basin, and then wash a pair of smelly socks.

Mother said happily, "The child has really grown up and is sensible." I can see from my mother's expression that she is very happy and so am I. I said to my mother, "Tomorrow is Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day, Mom.