My mother cares about my story for 200 words.

A short film about my mother caring about me.

I remember once I had a high fever, but I was worried about my mother. Riding a bike in the middle of the night took me to the village hospital for treatment. Because no one was on duty at night when I returned to the countryside, my mother rode my bike on and off to take me to the hospital. The wind is very strong, so my mother can't move. Teacher Zou came for minutes and finally arrived at the hospital. My mother quickly carried me to the hospital bed. The doctor gave me two injections. After taking the medicine, I slept clearly and got up to see my mother in the morning.

About 200 words about my mother's silent concern and my ignorance.

I think it's better to write from the heart. You can write about our painting class, Ge. As for the third answer, don't answer it if you can't! Come if you can! You don't have to sign if you have the guts.

Tell mom what she's thinking.

Dear Mom:

Today, I'm going to give you what I've been holding in my heart for a long time. Please don't get angry.

Mom, to be honest, I'm more tired than going to school in the summer vacation. You always keep me studying. Math, English, composition, calligraphy-all occupy my carefree play time, and even watching TV is restricted by you. I remember once, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to relax after finishing four pages of study questions. When you heard the noise, you immediately came in and turned off the TV and said, I will be admitted to a famous university in the future ... "So, I was forced to go into my room again, listening to the twittering English, just like the Tang Priest recited a spell to the Monkey King. My head really hurts. Mom, can I get into college before I can make a difference? You always tell me how hard you work at school and how good your grades are ... mom, are you the only one who has been admitted to college? Isn't there anyone stronger than you who is admitted to graduate school and doctor's degree? Why not compare with them, but with me, a pupil?

Mom, I know that I will always be a child in your eyes, and sometimes your promise makes me lose face, you know? On my birthday, you promised to come back at night and buy me a big birthday cake. That day, I have been immersed in happiness, learning everything is very interesting, and I invited several good friends to share my happiness in the evening. But we wait and wait, waiting for you to come back empty-handed. In the face of my friend's disappointment, I feel ashamed and can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Mom, how could you forget the story that you once told me about "Ceng Zi killing pigs"? You often tell me to be honest and trustworthy, but how can you break your word? Can adults fool children at will?

Mom, although you have done a lot of wrong things, many of your advantages have benefited me for life. I sincerely thank you and respect you, my good mother.

My family loves my story in 200 words.

"Get up and copy, son!" My mother nags me every day, but I feel very warm, because my mother doesn't bark gruffly, but gently urges me to get up.

I take medicine, and my mother always says "it doesn't hurt." Although medicine is always bitter, I didn't say anything. I drank the medicine without saying a word, and my mother smiled and said, "Son, what a good boy!" " "I also laughed (when I was young). I know that medicine is bitter, but I can't say bitter. My mother was very tired, and I couldn't make her more tired, so I drank it.

However, once, I did badly in the exam, and I was very worried. However, when my mother saw the test paper, she just gently scolded me: "Don't make mistakes on the same question in the future, learn from it, well, go home." I was surprised that my mother didn't scold me. I snorted and ran into the room.

No matter my mother nags, cheats and scolds me, I know my mother loves me.

Describe your mother's caring life in about 200 words.

(1) Some people say that maternal love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward in the dark; Motherly love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Mother's love is summer wind, winter sun, spring rain and autumn fruit. No one can measure how long the road is under maternal love. ...

I remember one day after school, the weather became gloomy, the wind rolled yellow sand in the air, and the sky almost turned dark yellow. The strong wind made me stagger, and the yellow sand kept patting my cheek. Just then, I saw a familiar figure coming towards me quickly. It's my mother. I was about to speak when she covered my mouth. Mother took off her clothes, wrapped it for me, buttoned my hat and tied it with a hat rope. She took me into her arms, held my body tightly with her arms, and protected my mouth and eyes tightly with her thin and cold hands. The road that day was really long! Mother's arms are warm, and the wind can't hurt me. I feel very happy at this moment.

When I got home, I opened my eyes and found that my mother's hair was in a mess and there were traces of yellow sand on her face. My mood suddenly became heavy, my nose was sour and tears welled up in my eyes. ...

Although it has been a long time, it is deeply imprinted in my mind.

(2)

I didn't do well in the last monthly exam. When I got home, I shut myself in my room and lost my voice.

After a while, the door was pushed open and my mother came in. She looked at me and said nothing. She handed me a glass of water and I pushed it away. My mother put the cup next to me, with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand to dry my tears.

"Never mind, try again next time, why are you crying?" My mother comforted me. She hugged me and said nothing. At the same time, I hugged my mother, just as she hugged me when I was a child.

At the moment, I feel full of warmth. Mother's sternness and kindness melted into tears of love, which fell on me silently, nourishing my withered heart, warming me and encouraging me.

A 200-word composition about my mother's love for me.

I washed my socks once today. I soaped it first, and then rubbed it repeatedly. ...

I didn't realize the fatigue of washing socks until I finished washing the edition. After I washed my socks, I immediately lay in bed and rested. My mother helps me wash my socks every day. Are they not tired?

Actually, I am very tired, but they always help me wash my socks and clothes. My mother's love for me is going on quietly.

We can rest in bed when we are tired, but what about mom? She will cook for us, check our homework, go to sports together and so on.

We fell asleep at night. When we woke up, we found that the light in my mother's room was still on. It turns out that my mother is still at work, too busy.

As the saying goes, filial piety is the first of all virtues. This shows that we should honor our parents. Can share the fatigue of parents: help parents wash clothes; Help parents fold clothes, etc.

We can't return the love our parents gave us, so we must honor our parents.

Myself (non-original)

Parents care about their composition about 200 words.

Childhood is far away from me, and in a blink of an eye, I have grown up; It's the fifth grade in a blink of an eye; In a blink of an eye, too many stories have faded with age, but I still remember the year when I was five years old. ...

I remember it was a hot summer. In summer, going to the seaside is a great enjoyment. It's an endless beach. Looking up, the sea was dark, just like going to have sex, and people were crowded. Not to be outdone on the beach, there are sunbathing, playing with sand and picking up shells ... I am very excited because this is the first time I have been to the beach since I can remember. I changed my clothes and took off my shoes, as if I had rushed into the sea. As soon as I ran to the seaside, I stopped. I was afraid: how should I get down? Do you want to rush down or walk down? Will the water drown me ... suddenly a hand came out from behind, and I turned my head, oh! It's dad! "Let's go! Dad and you go down! " "No, no! I'm afraid ... ""It's okay, I'm by your side. If you are afraid, hold on to me! " "All right!" I nodded my head. I took small steps to the other side of the sea. The sea has reached my neck. I was so scared that I quickly said, "Don't go! Don't go! I am afraid! " Hold dad's hand when he speaks. Suddenly, a big wave came at me: "Help! Help ... "Before I finished, the waves passed over my head and I took a long drink of seawater! I'm not going into the sea anyway!

I'm afraid of the waves, so I stay on the shore and learn how to build sand castles. I squatted by the waves and learned to build sand layer by layer like a big brother and sister. Building sandcastles is not easy. If it is too dry, the sand won't stick together. If it is too wet, the sand will flow down like mud, so be sure to know how much water to water. Failing again and again, carrying water again and again ... After a long time, I finally made the basic shape of a sandcastle, and I am decorating it. A wave came to the sandcastle ... "I finally succeeded! Blare ... "I said sadly. The sandcastle collapsed again, and I threw the sand into the waves angrily. ...

I remember a time when my favorite song was Childhood. "Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer ..." Will this song accompany me to continue my childhood? Is childhood eternal?

Help write a short story about your fever and your mother taking care of you (200 words)

Every time I get sick and have a fever, my mother always stays with me at night for fear that my fever will get worse.

I remember another time, I had a fever again, and my mother was worried as hell. In the evening, my mother also took me to the hospital. I was even more anxious after hearing the doctor say that I had a high fever.

Before going to bed, my mother checked my temperature every two hours for fear that my fever would get worse.

At two o'clock in the morning, my mother couldn't hold it any longer, so she took out a mat and slept on the ground. Although my mother is a little sleepy, she will never forget that I have a high fever. As usual, check the temperature every two hours.

I think my mother works too hard, but I don't have the strength to talk to her. My mother can read my mind and comfort me quickly. I fell asleep soon. But my mother didn't sleep, because she had to take care of me and wanted me to get better soon.

The next morning, I felt much better. I must repay my good mother!

Please use 100 to write a typical example of mom caring about you. Pay attention to the action description of the characters.

I have a nagging mother. Usually when I have a little food left, my mother will nag me not to waste food, and she also says that every grain of Chinese food is hard. Dressing in cold weather, she will nag me to wear thick clothes, don't freeze; When watching TV, my mother said, "Sit away, don't make your eyes nearsighted. It's not good to wear glasses. Don't turn the sound too loud, you can't hear it if you are deaf. "

In reading, my mother should also nag, read carefully, sit up straight, write down all the good words, sentences and paragraphs in the book and memorize them. While doing my homework, I nagged endlessly. I want to write neatly, sit up straight, hold my exercise book in my left hand, and don't play ... what a nuisance, I nag endlessly. Sometimes I contradict her, sometimes it goes in one ear and out the other.

My good friend smiled and asked me to go out to play. Just as I was about to open the door, my mother nagged again: "Pay attention to safety when going out and watch the car." I nodded and ran out to play with her. When the two of us moved a stone, a stone was too heavy. As soon as her hand slipped, the stone grabbed my hand and suddenly a black bag appeared. She saw it and said, "Go home quickly and let your mother wrap it in a band-aid." I endured the pain and said, "No, this minor injury is fine." I insist on playing.

When I got home, my mother saw the injury on my hand and said with distress, "Does it hurt?" I told you to be safe, why didn't you listen? "After that, my mother found a band-aid and put it on me. I regret it very much: I really shouldn't play with stones.

Every exam, on the way to see me off, my mother started nagging again. Which words should be written correctly? Read the questions carefully, read them carefully before writing ... When I got home after the exam, my mother began to ask: Have you finished all the questions? How do you feel? Did you graffiti?

My mother is still nagging like that today. I used to be annoyed by my mother's nagging, but now I know that my mother's nagging is for my own good.

Ask a story about maternal love (about 200 words)

The power of maternal love

A young mother has been in bed for a long time because of leukemia, and her body and mind are getting more and more tired. Knowing that there were not many days left for her, she tried to knit a sweater for her daughter when the doctors and nurses were not looking. After the sweater is knitted, it is hidden under the pillow, and people also enter a semi-coma state. Later, she vaguely heard the nurse's comments and knew that she would be away from her relatives in three days, and her heart was very calm.

The next day, I suddenly heard drums outside the ward and asked my husband who was guarding the bed. Her husband had to tell her that it was Children's Day in two days and the students were practicing. The young mother gnashed her teeth and said, "I must live through Children's Day. June 1 I can't die. Otherwise, every Children's Day, can my daughter be happy when she thinks about losing her mother that day? " Sure enough, the young mother was in a semi-coma to cope with death. From time to time, she opened her eyes slightly and asked, What time is it? Finally, on June 2, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I want to say goodbye to you." Then he pointed under the pillow and left with a smile.

Blood milk

The young mother was knitting a sweater in a warm home, while gently fiddling with the cradle with her feet, and the children in the cradle fell asleep sweetly. Suddenly an earthquake happened, and mother and son fell into the ruins and darkness together. Fortunately, neither the mother nor the son was injured. The mother held the child tightly in her arms and waited for a day's help. The child ate the last two drops of milk in his mother's breast, and his crying gradually weakened. If not rescued, the child will die of thirst before his mother, and will go to despair, grasping his mother's hand and trying to get food from reinforced concrete. Suddenly, her hand touched the knitting needle and she was ecstatic: the child was saved.

A week later, the mother and son finally saw the light of day again. The child was safe and sound, but the mother closed her eyes forever and turned pale. People were surprised to find that the mother had a small hole in each finger, and the child survived by sucking her blood.

This is a true story, which happened in Tangshan in that year's earthquake.

My mother's case is 200 words.

I have a happy home. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study and my life, and often tells me some truth about being a man.

My mother is most concerned about my study. Since I was born, when she and her father named me, they placed endless hopes on me. My mother calls me "Bin" because she wants me to be "both civil and military" and become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in primary school, my mother has often checked my homework and helped me with my study. She goes to bed late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother bought me a lot of exercise books from the bookstore for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother has enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes in the Children's Palace. When I was in the third grade, I signed up for the composition class and the Olympics class, and I also invited an English tutor. In recent years, whether in hot summer or cold winter, my mother rode my bike four times a day to send me to school; Every holiday and Sunday, rain or shine, take me to class. In order for me to learn the Olympics well, my mother sat in the same classroom with me like a primary school student. She listened so carefully and remembered so carefully, all to help me study better. Sometimes I can't do Olympic math problems, and my mother always explains them to me carefully. When she can't do it, she will call other parents to discuss it. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Olympic math problems. Sometimes I climb onto the table and fall asleep.

My mother is very strict with me. As long as I don't study hard and do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and reason with me patiently until I am familiar with my mistakes. I remember when I was in the second grade, I couldn't do a math problem, so I copied my classmates' exercise books. My mother learned about it and severely criticized me. Mom said, "You can ask others if you can't do the problem, but you must never copy other people's homework." Then my mother told me the story of "stealing the clock". Another time, when I was attending a class in the Children's Palace, I accidentally kicked the flowerpot in the corridor into pieces. As soon as I saw no one around, I hurried into the classroom and escaped the teacher's questioning. When I got home, I was glad to tell my mother about it. Who knows, when my mother heard this, she said sternly, "Son, you are really good! It is not a good behavior to kick a flowerpot and not admit your mistake to the teacher! "... the next day, I took the money from my mother to 5 yuan and took the initiative to find the teacher to apologize. Source: Shandong College Entrance Examination //ebxn

My mother is not only strict with me, but also very concerned about me. I remember I was seven years old that year. One winter night, I had a high fever and burned vaguely. At that time, my father was not at home, and my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital for intravenous drip. She accompanied me alone, wiping my face and drinking water for a while. She was afraid of boiling water, so she blew it cold with her mouth and let me drink it. She has been sitting beside me telling stories and taking off her cotton-padded clothes to cover me. I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was shivering with cold and sat by the bed all night. The next day, my fever went down, but my mother caught a cold. ...

My mother is very busy at work. On weekends, she either takes me to class after school or washes clothes and cleans at home. It's really too difficult. I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and keep it in my heart, always thinking about how to repay my mother well. On March 4th, someone issued a movie ticket at the school gate, saying that it was a three-dimensional movie of Peace Cinema, and primary school students were given a discount. I asked for two tickets. I want my mother to accompany me to the movies and have a good rest for half a day. Mother readily agreed. When we sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily and saw my mother's relaxed and happy mood, my heart was as sweet as honey.