A witty mother writes a 300-word composition.

The clever mother's composition 300 words The clever mother's weather is really bad recently. It has been raining for more than ten days, but it won't clear up. Although we have been hiding at home, not as cold as they are outside, nor as tired as they are in traffic jams, we are more or less threatened by the rain.

You see, every balcony in our yard is covered with clothes. With the coming of the new year, we all wash clothes, so we can put on clean clothes on the first day of the first month. But the sky is not beautiful and the sun is not shining, so our clothes have been hanging on the balcony, drying and drying, and the balcony is crowded! But because it's cloudy, we have to rely on the wind to dry clothes, but it's too slow ... In this case, the clever and witty mother came up with a good idea: because my room is air-conditioned, (warm), my mother brought in the semi-dry and non-wet clothes that are coping with the northwest wind and hung them on my bed, my bookcase, curtains in my mother's room, ironing board and so on. It keeps going ... ha, that's a good idea.

Thanks to my mother's good idea, I can't wear clean clothes in the future! I finally know how important the weather is, so now we must protect the ecology and maintain the ecological balance.

2. Smart mother's composition 300 words Smart mother

The weather is really bad recently. It has been raining for more than ten days, but it won't clear up. Although we have been hiding at home, not as cold as they are outside, nor as tired as they are stuck in the road, we are more or less threatened by the rain.

You see, every balcony in our yard is covered with clothes. With the coming of the new year, we all wash clothes, so we can put on clean clothes on the first day of the first month. But the sky is not beautiful and the sun is not shining, so our clothes have been hanging on the balcony, drying and drying, and the balcony is crowded! But because it is cloudy, we can only rely on the wind to dry clothes, but it is too slow. ...

Under such circumstances, my clever and witty mother came up with a good idea: because my room is air-conditioned, (it is very warm), my mother brought in the semi-dry and semi-wet clothes that are coping with the northwest wind, hung them on my bed, bookcase, curtains in my mother's room, ironing board, etc., and let the air conditioner in my room warm them up and then take them back. It keeps going ... ha, that's a good idea.

Thanks to my mother's good idea, I can't wear clean clothes in the future! I finally know how important the weather is, so now we must protect the ecology and maintain the ecological balance.

Write a humorous composition of 300 words for our class. You should be prepared, not for anything else, but for laughing. After listening to the interesting things in our class, you will laugh your head off. Example 1: An underachiever in my class asked me to spare him in the final exam, and then gave me a number with a relatively high level of game. I readily promised, and after I got the number, I went home to get it. What happened in the world is really coincidental. There are only 74 students in our class in this final exam, and there are three others to take in other classes. Unfortunately, the classmate who asked me to take care of him was assigned to these three people. I didn't give him the number he gave me. He's really in pain. Example 2: The story of Wang XXX, the typo in our class, and the humorous teacher. One day, the teacher asked us to write a composition, and the typo Wang wrote: One day I came out of my house and saw a lump. Huge! You are the first person in the world who can eat a catty of shit. A few days later, the teacher asked me to write a composition at the sports meeting. Later, the king of typos asked me, "Hey! Do you know how to write reins and horses? " I wrote him the word rein, and then lied to him and said, "I can't write horse characters either." Why not use the word dog instead! " "The next day, I read his composition and almost fainted. It said: The game started, and the students rushed out like runaway wild dogs. I saw the teacher write a sentence below: Wow! The playground has become a dog racing field. Example 3: The story of Wang XXX and the humorous teacher in our class. The teacher asked to write one thing, not less than 450 words. He wrote: Today's food! How expensive! How expensive! How expensive! How expensive! ..... 450 words later, the teacher commented: Why is the food so expensive today? This is an interesting story in our class. If you still want to listen, there are case 4 and case 5 in our class.

Write your mother's composition in less than 300 words. My mother often wears colorful clothes, long hair, round eyes, a flat nose and a smile on her mouth. She looks very gentle. Mom is busy from morning till night. She gets up early every day. How can I get bread and powder when I get up? How tired she is!

My mother is very enthusiastic. Every time I bring my classmates home, she will treat me warmly. My classmates all say that my mother is good, saying that my mother is not only enthusiastic, but also the food is particularly delicious. So my good friend comes to our house whenever he has time. I am jealous of my mother, but I am more happy and proud to have such a mother! My mother is very cheerful, not like an elder at all, but more like a friend, so that my friends have no pressure or restraint at all.

My mother's personality is very different from others. My mother has a bad habit of not saving face when she speaks. I remember one time, I failed the math exam, and my mother was very angry. Instead of hitting me, she sarcastically said I was a big fool. Maybe some people have the same personal experience as me. Do you know how much damage this has done to our door? My mother is also a nag. My mother always tells me to go to school slowly in the morning, watch the car and don't be naughty at school. . Mom, mom, I am 1 1 year old. Do you need to tell me about these things?

Mom, the advantage of my mother is that she is very original. She even knitted me several sweaters! My mother is very honest and often teaches me to be an honest child. My mother's only shortcoming is that she is talkative. I have to say one thing several times, and my ears are getting calluses. But my mother is really good to me and my father, and she is also a competent and good mother.

Mom! Thank you for your love and concern for me and for giving me a warm home! In short, a thousand words can be summed up in five words: thank you, mom!

5. My mother writes 300 words. My mother.

I suddenly hesitated to write this topic. My mother has too many things I want to record, but at this moment I don't know which side can make her figure clearer. My mother is very ordinary. She is just a similar mother among thousands of families in Qian Qian, Qian Qian. She loves her husband like every wife, her children like every mother, and her family like every housewife, so that I don't know what words to use to describe her more accurately. I clearly understand that in this life, my mother is the person I love most, appreciate most, trust most and rely most.

My mother is very diligent. Born in a peasant family, she cherishes the opportunity to study, and she feels the pain of dropping out of school. Therefore, in the era when the college entrance examination has not been restored, my mother stood out among thousands of students with excellent academic performance and was recommended to secondary school. When I was a child, my father was away on business all the year round, and my mother took me alone in Jinan. Eager to study, she took the self-study exam, but she insisted on going to work and taking care of me, so she couldn't spare time to study all the time. So she recorded her homework on tape and listened to it repeatedly while doing housework. In the cold winter night, my mother rode an old-fashioned big golden deer bike across most of Jinan city to go to cram school; One hot summer night, my mother fanned the cattail leaf fan to drive away mosquitoes and put me to sleep, turning over the textbooks in her hand. In the 1980s, when it was difficult to graduate from the self-taught examination, my mother successfully passed all the examinations and became the first batch of self-taught graduates majoring in traditional Chinese medicine in Shandong Province. Now that I think about it, it's not easy for her to undertake all the housework, take care of my young age, send me to school to help me with my homework and finish my studies on time! In the past few years, my mother has never given up studying. She is studious and hard-working, which is the peak I have never been able to climb.

My mother is very independent, and self-reliance is the concept that my mother instilled in me since I was a child. My mother wants me to live a happy and prosperous life with my own hands. My mother has always told me that if you are alive, you should grasp yourself, give full play to yourself and fully reflect your life value. And my mother let me know how to be an independent person with her own actions. During the years when my father worked abroad, my mother arranged our life in perfect order, whether it was changing gas tanks or light bulbs. Although there will be many difficulties in life, a strong mother can always try her best to overcome them. For me when I was a child, my mother was like a vast sea full of love. Nothing is a problem with my mother. What my mother injected into my life is not only the blood of maternal love, but also the truth that I want to enjoy the power of life and be a man.

My mother is very ordinary, and it is an instinct to love her children deeply. Her love for me exhausted my life, and I can't repay it. From my birth, babbling to today's growth, my mother's contribution to life and study is immeasurable. When I was a child, my family was difficult. My mother scrimped and saved and made sure that I ate an egg every day. At the beginning of every month, my mother will buy eggs, and I carefully choose them with a small basket. The small basket with eggs has a small wish since childhood. I really hope that big eggs can give birth to small eggs, and leave more big ones for my mother at the end of the month. Then I went to primary school. At that time, my mother sat next to me every night to watch me write, just for fear that I would make a mistake in the order of strokes when I first learned to write and form a bad habit. Later, in junior high school and senior high school for six years, my mother got up at 5: 30 every morning to make breakfast for me. Whether she is in good health or not, this habit can't be shaken. Mother's love in those more than two thousand mornings, accompanied by the rising sun shining on my body, warmed my heart.

As the days passed, my mother's white hair climbed up along the sideburns, like gray falling from the sky, which shocked me. But I don't want to admit that my mother is old. I always thought that my hair could be dyed black when it was white, and I could wear glasses when my eyes were spent. But one day when I was crossing the road, my mother subconsciously grabbed my skirt behind me. She needed me to help her cross the crowded road. At this moment, my heart is full of deep sadness. Mother began to rely on her daughter, because her daughter grew up and her mother was old. The person who used to be so big in my heart and always protected me, cared for me and took care of me suddenly found that she had begun to need my protection and care. That kind of sadness and love is beyond words. I have to admit that my mother is old. Although I will unconsciously hold my hand when crossing the road, I know that my mother needs my protection at the moment. This sad and inevitable fact was placed in front of me when I was unprepared. From then on, my mother's white hair began to grow in my heart, and I finally understood that my mother is not omnipotent. She is also an ordinary person, just like us children and women.

If possible, I'd rather go back to that time when I cried and asked my mother to buy me a few cents of sugar, and my mother cried all the way and finally agreed. If possible, I will pray to God to make my mother's white hair all black and my mother's wrinkles all smooth. If possible, I also pray that the sun shines on my mother and my smiling faces every day, so that we can be together forever.

If these are difficult to achieve, then I can do one more thing. I will let my mother see my words and let her know that my daughter loves her forever.

I love my mother, forever and ever. ...

6. My mother wants to write a 300-word composition by herself. My mother.

My mother is a beautiful mother. She has long curly hair and big bright eyes under crescent eyebrows. A pair of nearsighted glasses is on his high nose. He is tall and thin, but he is full of spirit.

My mother likes shopping, buying new clothes and telling jokes with others. She is really a cheerful mother!

Mom cares about me very much. Last time I was sick, when I went to bed at night, my mother got up to take my medicine and take my temperature. I want to repay my mother with my good grades. Although my mother loves me very much, she is also very strict with me. Every time I make a mistake, I can't escape my mother's sharp eyes. Every time after the exam, if there are any wrong questions, my mother will help me analyze the questions and improve the learning effect.

Mother is a diligent person and has been working. Do housework at home, teach children at school and go to school by yourself. I'm too busy to handle. But I'm not relaxed about my study at all. I check my homework and signature every day.

I have developed the bad habit of procrastination since I was a child. Once, I played with toys while doing my homework. After my mother saw it, she stopped watching TV and patiently watched me do my homework. I know, mom's love is still on the desk.

I am proud to have such a mother, proud! With my mother's encouragement, I keep making progress and grow up healthily. Mom, I love you!

7. Witty Mother Duck Composition On the wide Vancouver street, several small black spots suddenly appeared. Looking closer, it turned out that the mother duck was leading a row of embarrassing ducklings.

The ducklings who have just arrived here are very curious, but in the face of this strange world, they are all curious. They all speed up and follow the mother duck's feet.

Suddenly, several red cars drove here. The speed, the noise and the pungent smell will undoubtedly scare the ducklings who have just seen the world. I saw a few ducklings hiding behind their mother, and they were scared to stay where they were. There is no doubt that the ducklings are frightened this time.

"Wow", another car roared by. This time, the sound scared the three ducklings in place and ran to the opposite side. And danger will only appear at such a critical moment. There was a bang and two of the three people fell into the sewer.

Seeing this scene, mother duck quickly flapped her wings and ran to the sewer, munching as if to say, "Don't be afraid, children, mother is coming to save you!" " "Mother Duck put her neck into the sewer to save her baby. But she soon realized that it was unrealistic because the sewer was too deep.

Mother duck suddenly calmed down, looked around and found a policeman. Mother duck quickly ran to the patrolman, biting the corner of the patrolman's trousers with her mouth, trying to lead the patrolman to the accident site. Mother duck tried several times, but the police didn't respond. At this time, when the policeman bent down, he accidentally dropped his pen. Mother duck quickly picked up the pen and ran to the accident site. The patrolman saw it and ran after it.

Mother duck put her pen on the edge of the sewer, put her head into the sewer and called out "quack". It was not until the patrolman found two ducklings in the sewer that he understood the mother duck's intention. The patrolman jumped into the sewer and begged from two ducklings. Mother duck held the duckling in her arms to comfort the children.

Mother duck holds the ducklings and looks at the police, her eyes full of gratitude. Then quietly take the children and disappear at the end of the noisy street.

8. My mother's composition is about 300 words (grade five). My mother is the one who cares about me the most and loves me the most, but she is very nagging.

Every morning, my mother gets up early and wakes me up after dinner. I don't want to get up every time I'm lazy, muttering, "Let me sleep for a while!" " "Mother began to nag: It's half past six, or we'll be late. Hurry up! Well, I have to get up, get dressed, fold the quilt, and then start washing and eating breakfast. At the dinner table, my mother's nagging sounded on time: the water is ready for you, remember to drink more water when you go to school; Listen carefully in class, don't make small gestures, don't talk to your deskmate … "God, my mother's nagging is really annoying. My ears can hear the sound of cocoons.

One day, my mother was on a business trip, and I was finally liberated. I got up the next morning and looked at my watch: Ah, it's 7: 30, and I didn't hear the alarm clock! I dressed in a hurry, finished washing, took bread in one hand and a red scarf in the other, picked up my schoolbag and trotted straight to the classroom. As soon as I entered the classroom, my classmates laughed at me. I looked down. Shit! The buttons are misplaced, and the red scarf is crooked. I'll hurry to tidy it up. The teacher has stood on the podium and said, "Why are you so late?" My face is too hot to say a word. After school, I ran home quickly, arrived at my door and hurried to find my keys. Oh, no, I forgot my key. I have to stand at the door and wait for my father to come back from work. Wait, wait, dad finally came back. I'm hungry.

I finally realized the truth contained in my mother's nagging: my mother's nagging is a kind of love, a selfless and eternal love!

9. My mother's composition is 300 words. My fifth-grade mother is not tall, with a black shawl and curly hair. Her round face is inlaid with bright big eyes, a small nose and rosy lips. She talks like a firecracker and keeps talking. My mother is also my "Tang Xuanzang".

Before going to school every day, my mother always asks, "Is there anything to bring today?" Before going to bed every day, my mother always asks, "Have you finished all your homework? Are the learning tools ready? " ... before the exam, my mother would nag again, "Remember to write your name; See the meaning of the question clearly and don't answer it in a hurry; I have to check it after I finish ... My mother's nagging is just like Tang Priest's chanting, but it is because of my mother's nagging that I can finish the homework left by the teacher with high quality again and again and get good grades in the exam again and again. All this is inseparable from my "Tang Xuanzang".

Mom is also a "big detective". The charm of computer games is endless, but my eyes are disappointing. My mother strictly controls my online time.

Sometimes, I always want to play while my mother is away. Once, after finishing my homework, I played games online. I destroyed everything I could see before my mother came back, but my mother still knew.

It turned out that my mother found it in browsing history. The second time, I learned the last lesson and deleted all the records in the browsing history. I thought to myself, "Hey, look how Mom found it this time."

But my wishful thinking was wrong again, and my mother noticed it. My mother said, "I touched the computer and found it very hot. I can see it from your eyes and language." Hey, who told me to have a guilty conscience, otherwise I can't escape my mother's "golden eyes"

Mom, you encouraged me again and again, which made me full of confidence. You criticized me again and again, so that I didn't go astray. Thank you, mom! Mom, I love you forever! I love you.

10. My mother's composition needs about 300 words.

It's a holiday, and my parents want me to study hard. Don't make me do anything else.

At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry. She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition. I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual. Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work. In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual

"ouch!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen. I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen. I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers. I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy.

When eating, my mother is as busy as usual. Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work. I looked at my mother's back and deeply felt that I had a good mother. I grew up under the care of my mother. I work hard: I must study hard to reassure my mother.