What I want to tell my mother most is writing a composition.

Mom, you have always given me care and care and given me hope. I never said "thank you!" Instead, I have repeatedly refuted you, which makes me feel ashamed.

Growing up, I didn't work hard at all, and many things were not as good as other children. But you never blamed me; For example, when I was in kindergarten, my writing speed was several times slower than that of other children, and my handwriting was not as neat and standardized as that of other children. I remember once, the teacher taught children to write "Ya", and the teacher blurted out "Vertical Hook". I didn't listen carefully, so I took it as Arabic numeral "5". I cleverly changed the small horizontal line on it into a small hook and put it on the tail of "5". At that time, I saw the teacher looking at me quietly and seemed to be furious with me. From the teacher's eyes, I seem to see a sentence: a student who doesn't work hard, doesn't fight for time and moves slowly, you are like a pile of useless garbage! Looking into the teacher's eyes and paying attention to my every move, I bowed my head guiltily. I told you about it when I got home. At that time, I was ready to be scolded. Unexpectedly, you not only didn't scold me, but also comforted me with good words. At that time, I really felt very gratified and happy.

Another time, when I was in preschool, I made up my mind: I want to work hard and have confidence; I always remember my determination, and sure enough, I got double marks in the final exam. The moment I got the test paper, I was so excited that tears filled my eyes. You were happy when I told you the good news. He said to me, "Although you got double marks this time, my mother is also very happy." But do you know that your achievements have made this percentage? Thanks to your efforts. If you don't keep working hard, can you guarantee that you can achieve such good results in the future? I still remember your words:' Pride makes people lag behind, modesty makes people progress'! "

After listening to your words, I left a mark on my heart-I will work very hard, very hard and very, very seriously.

Mom, you can rest assured. Thank you for your encouragement and comfort all the time, and for everything you have given me. Mom, I want to say to you, "You have worked hard."

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Rule 2: Tell Mom and Dad the truth.

Mom and Dad, I have a lot to say to you, but I dare not. Today, I will express my thoughts through this composition.

Mom and Dad, every time I come back from the exam, you always ask me how I did.

When I say I did well in the exam, all you can say is to keep working hard, don't be proud, and don't say anything encouraging. You scold me when I say I didn't do well in the exam. Every time I am scolded by you, I will go to my room alone and cry. You won't say anything comforting. I know this is your love for me. I will try my best next time, but you should give me more comfort.

Mom and dad, your love is meticulous. I still remember one time, when I was sick, my father went to work on the construction site again, and there was only your mother at home. When you saw me lying in bed, you asked, "Why don't you get up?" I struggled and said, "A little uncomfortable." You touched my forehead and said, "It's so hot!" You took a thermometer, measured it, and found that you had a high fever. Please help me get dressed and shoes. I'm going to the hospital on my back. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said it was nothing serious, so I took a few injections and then my heart was relieved. In the evening, dad came back. Mom, you told dad. Dad said anxiously, "Are you all right?" Mom said, "I had an injection. It's okay. " At this time, dad was relieved.

Mom and dad, you care about me. I will study hard, make progress every day and repay you with excellent results.

Rule 3: Mom, I want to tell you.

Dear Mom:

Hello! Today is Mother's Day. First of all, I wish you a happy Mother's Day! On this grateful day, I hope you will stop working hard and listen to me quietly. ...

Mom, do you remember? That night, I suddenly had a high fever. You are anxious. Before and after running, you make medicine to give me wet wipes to dissipate heat. You looked at me anxiously, and you were crying. After I took the medicine, you massaged the acupoints on my feet and asked me from time to time, "What happened? Is it better? " At that moment, I really wanted to say "thank you mom", but I was too embarrassed to say it.

Mom, do you remember? Every time I buy expensive shrimps and crabs, you always let me eat first, and you only eat some shrimp shells and crab claws. Actually, I feel very uncomfortable! Mom, will you eat with me in the future?

Mom, do you remember? I failed the math exam that time and lied again. You didn't criticize me after knowing the inside story, but gently encouraged me and helped me with my exercises. That time, I finally cried and said to you, "I'm sorry, mom, I was wrong!" " "

Every time I open the door, there is always a delicious meal I like on the dining table, and the warm wind blows on my face. This is you, mom!

Every time I get hurt, when I come home, there is always a warm arm around me, wiping the tears on my face. This is you, mom!

Here, I want to say to you: "Thank you, Mom, please forgive my daughter's previous ignorance, ok?"

I wish you: youth is always there! Laugh often!

Love your daughter: Fan Qiannan

2011May 8th

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Article 4: Mom, I want to say "I'm sorry"

Mom, I always wanted to apologize to you, but I never had the courage to admit my mistake to you. Today, the teacher asked us to tell our secrets, and I finally got a chance to tell them. I remember one noon in the summer vacation of senior one, you went out to do business after lunch, and the dishes were not washed before. I want to do the dishes secretly and share the housework for you. So, I picked up the rag in one hand and the bowl in the other, turned on the tap water and washed it carefully. One bowl, two bowls, three bowls-washing, and then my brother came over and asked me, "Brother, what are you washing?" I turned around and bumped into my brother's head. Inadvertently, the bowl in my hand slipped down, just touching the bowl next to it. Only heard the sound of "ping ping", the dish fell to the ground and blossomed. I was scared out of my wits and my heart seemed to be hollowed out. Luckily, I didn't cut my hand. I thought I was in trouble. I'm finished. I'm already dead. What should I do? "Brother, you are finished." "Don't say, I'll let you play computer if you don't say." I tried to buy off my brother, "well, I'm leaving." He ran into my room to play. I breathed a long sigh of relief, and the stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground. "My brother is so gullible," I said with a shrug. Before my mother came back, I had cleaned up the broken dishes. You didn't notice how many bowls were missing.

Mom, I'm sorry that I kept this from you for three years. I dare not tell you for fear of being criticized by you. Now, I finally bravely tell you the truth and sincerely apologize to you: I'm sorry.

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Rule 5: Tell the truth to the teacher.

Teacher Du, I have a lot to say to you, because I am too timid to say it to you. Today, I still have the courage to tell you.

I remember once, when my grandfather sent me to school, I met you at the school gate-Mr. Du. I quickly said to you: "Hello, Teacher Du!" You smiled and answered, "Hello! Zhang Jiayu is really polite. " I was filled with joy after listening to your praise.

Another time, just after the first class in our class, you asked a question, and no one in the class raised their hands, so you had to ask someone to answer it yourself. I'm afraid you'll call me. I'm scared. Don't "that classmate", be direct. I quickly stood up, and my deskmate whispered to me, "What are you standing for?" ! The teacher called you the classmate behind! "I sat down again. Then the teacher called me again. I dare not answer, for fear of making a mistake. You encouraged me to say, "It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. "I can't believe I got it right. You said, "Look at you, don't you know? You must dare to answer. "After listening to your words, I enjoyed your class and answered questions boldly.

Once, several students sitting next to me in the morning reading class were whispering, and I stole a look at them. They talk about the content of short stories after class. Suddenly you came and asked me to copy the first and second lessons, and copy each article five times. Teacher, you misunderstood me. I didn't speak!

Teacher Du hopes that you will assign less homework every day in the future.

Teacher Du, thank you for your encouragement and concern.

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Article 6: Mom, I want to tell you.

Mom, you gave me a lot of love, and I am very grateful to you. But one thing, I hope you can understand me.

On Sunday, you bought some beautiful bowls in the street and told me not to move. You said you'd wash it when you got back. You go to work, and I will do my homework quietly. However, after writing for a while, I became impatient and always wanted to see those beautiful bowls. For a time, your "command" has long been forgotten by me, and my strong curiosity drove me to run quietly into the kitchen. I was enjoying one of the bowls with relish, and suddenly I remembered what you said before going to work, and you should wash the newly bought bowl when you come back. So, I'm smart. I've been thinking: if you come back and see me wash the dishes cleanly, you will praise me …

To start, I first put some detergent in the bowl, then wash it with water, and finally wipe it with a rag. I washed a bowl quickly. After washing all the dishes, I was about to put them in the cupboard when suddenly you came back. I don't know what you are going to do. I was shocked. A bowl slipped from my hand and broke with a bang. My heart is like "fifteen buckets to draw water-seven up and eight down". Then you suddenly appeared in front of me and said, "Lin Yu, did you break this bowl?" Needless to say, you also taught me a very severe lesson. I'm really "dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't tell you how bitter it is".

Mom, I hope you can give me a chance to explain. I really hope you can understand my daughter's heart.

Grade 5, Class 5 (2), Jiuhua Maqiao Primary School, Rugao City, Nantong City, Jiangsu Province: Wu