An essay on the description of mother's appearance: 700 words for junior high school students.

1. My mother describes my mother by her appearance.

My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with silky black hair, oval face and arch eyebrows, bright eyes, small nose and small cherry mouth. 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.

2. "My Mom" junior high school students' composition is 600 words, describing appearance, manners and language. Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."

Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears. ...

After this incident, I understand that lying is wrong, and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless.

Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love.

Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. I look at her forehead carefully, but there are still some wrinkles. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for * * *, and she gave me too much.

Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.

3. A 700-word composition entitled Motherly love, action description, language description, and description of how fish can't live without water; Birds cannot live without the sky; Human beings cannot live without love.

There are many kinds of love: sincere love between classmates, selfless love between teachers and students; Subtle love between mother and daughter.

There is a kind of love, which is the goal of our life and the motivation to inspire us to move up. That kind of love is maternal love!

My mother has done too much for me and paid too much. There is one thing that makes me want to cry: in autumn, my mother caught a bad cold and one day it rained heavily. I forgot to bring my umbrella. Seeing my classmates coming home with umbrellas, talking and laughing, I was desperate to the extreme and decided to be a "drowned rat". At this time, at the school gate. She stood outside the school gate with an umbrella, and I rushed to my mother. We talked and laughed all the way, but something unexpected happened: my mother came home with a high fever for several days, and my father went on a business trip again. However, my mother let me concentrate on my study and didn't distract me.

How selfless maternal love is! Mom will be by your side when you need help most. Therefore, there is the annual Mother's Day. Every mother's day, I spend it with my mother. What I remember vividly is Mother's Day the year before last. That night, my mother and I sat on the sofa, talking heart to heart and communicating with each other. I told my mother what I thought. My mother told me: interesting things about me and her when I was a child.

So, I immediately brought a basin of hot foot washing water prepared by my mother from the bathroom. I want to wash my mother's feet once. Up to now, I still clearly remember her surprised expression.

I put my mother's feet in hot water and soaked them in water. Then, I pressed my mother's foot hard with my hand. "How hard is it?" I quickly touched my heel with my hand. What? Ah, fat. Mom has a thick layer of fat under her feet! Suddenly, my tears fell like broken beads. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly helped me up and sat me on the sofa. He looked at me with calm eyes. After a while, he held me tightly in his arms. Then, she told me: don't cry, this is what my mother should do. So, my mother helped me dry my tears, and I leaned against my mother's arms. We talked about some things when we were children.

That mother's day made me understand what my mother did for me and made me love my mother more.

I have maternal love and I have motivation; I have maternal love, and I know happiness; I have maternal love, and I want to fight the Wan Li sky like an eagle!

Motherly love is selfless and ubiquitous. I want to savor it, repay my mother and understand it!

My mother describes 400 words with her appearance. 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.

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. Description of parents' image in middle school students' family composition. My mother came to my bed and touched my forehead and face.

It has been a long time, but I still can't forget it. One night at half past eight, long time no see, family, parents! 1 of ". The whole room

Middle school students, composition. Touch my forehead, "ah&; Quot, but I still can't forget, & Quot, Grandma and others were awakened by their mother's screams. It turned out that I had a fever, and my mother dressed me. Just then, I said to my mother. One night at half past eight, my mother came to my bed. I want to throw up. I threw up. With a scream, grandma and others were awakened by their mother's scream; Ah, with a scream. Then I said to my mother, "Mom, I had a fever, and my mother dressed me. "Wow, Mom, I want to throw up!"

I don't know where to start with three things, because all mothers in the world are so great, and there are countless beautiful articles praising their mothers. All mothers love their children, and all children write about their mothers with deep affection.

But I have to say, though incoherent. If I have to introduce a person's appearance, then I don't know how to write it, because my mother is very ordinary in others' eyes, but she is the most beautiful person in my heart. If you must specify relevant examples to write about a person, then I don't know how to make it up, because my mother's every move is full of love for me. What I am passionate about is not what the real feelings are, but that my life is full of my mother's feelings.

Therefore, the truest side of my mother is only in my heart. I can only describe a small part tentatively, and write my mother in a way that I haven't developed yet, no matter how clever the author is.

Mother has never left the word "responsibility" in her life, and she has never held an attitude of "giving up" on everything in her life. For me, she should try her best to bear the responsibility she should bear; For her family, she will do her duty from top to bottom; She is sure to finish her work perfectly; For life, she will always strive to make life full of regrets and make life more real and fulfilling.

My mother has never left the word "hard work" in her life, and she has never taken a "leisurely" attitude towards everything in life. Mom has worked hard and tired since she was a child. Share the hardships of parents and help the lives of brothers and sisters, until she has a more worried me, until there are more and more things to work around her, and until she knows that every step of the hard life has to step out of a foot nest, she doesn't stop. It seems that this is her life.

Mother has never left the word "pay" in her life, and she has never taken a "take" attitude towards everything in life. Does she look like a spring silkworm dedicated to silk thread? Don't! After pupation, the mother has no stagnation. Is she like a wax torch dedicated to light and heat? Don't! Mother didn't stop after the wax torch turned to ash. Said she was like a bee that turned flowers into honey? Don't! Mother works hard for the sweetness of others. Said she was like an unknown cow? Don't! Everything a mother pays is definitely more than needing the fruit of grass. My mother, who never takes anything, can't be described by anything else. She is always giving and never stops on the road of life.

How many things have gone against her wishes? She just tries to do better. How many people have broken her heart, and she just used sadness to heal her wounds. The years are dignified, the wind and rain are vivid, and my mother silences me with love. I can't say how my mother is. I don't even know whether what I wrote is clear and correct, and whether it conforms to the norms of writing my mother's composition. But after all, I can only read my mother with love, read her love and read it in my heart.

7. It's been a long time since parents' looks were described in middle school students' family compositions, but I still can't forget them.

At half past eight one night, my mother came to my bed and touched my forehead. With a scream of "Ah", grandma and others were awakened by my mother's scream. It turned out that I had a fever, and my mother dressed me. At this moment, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to throw up!" " I spit it out with a bang. It's been a long time since the middle school students, composition, family, parents and appearance in the whole room, but I still can't forget it. At half past eight one night, my mother came to my bed and touched my forehead. With a scream of "Ah", grandma and others were awakened by my mother's scream. It turned out that I had a fever, and my mother dressed me. At this moment, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to throw up!" " "Wow," I threw up. The whole room

8. Ask for a 600-word composition in junior high school. Everyone says that "only a mother is good in the world". I think my father is no exception.

Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears. Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.

My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked. Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." . When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here. Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.

My father is tall and has bright eyes. People say dad is slim, but I think dad is too slim. Dad is a teacher by profession, but he has many hobbies, such as playing basketball, watching news on the Internet, watching TV and playing table tennis.

Dad always watches several table tennis and volleyball matches in China. Even in the middle of the night, my father has to get up to cheer for the China team, and sometimes he looks as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I am almost a small fan. ...

Dad can not only repair all kinds of things, but also write a very ingenious composition.

Once, I rode my bike down the slope, and the car ran forward like the wind, reaching the limit of this bike. On the second slope, I wanted to be faster, so I stepped harder. Who knows, the chain came out of the sprocket teeth, which almost caused me to fall down, so I had to stop and install the chain. Not long after riding, the disappointing chain broke again. At this time, my father came up to me, looked at my sad face and asked me, "What's the matter?" I said hesitantly, "Dad, I ... I lost the chain of my car ..." Dad smiled and said, "Isn't it easy?" After that, I took out my pliers from the room, quickly took off a chain end, and then connected the chain, so that my bike could sit again. ...

Another time, I was writing my composition My Dog. I wrote the beginning and the process incisively and vividly, but there was no end. Seeing me scratching my head, my father knew that I had another problem, so he kindly said to me, "Another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the end and said, "I can't write the end." Dad said patiently, "This is my puppy." He paused. "This is my lovely dog. Do you like it? Both endings will do. " Dad helped me solve the problem and I finished my composition happily. ...

This is the person who impressed me deeply-dad.

9. My mother's junior high school composition 600 (requirements: describe in detail: appearance, language, etc. My 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 firecrackers and keeps talking.

My mother is my "Tang Xuanzang" again. 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 filled me with confidence. You criticized me again and again, and I didn't go astray. Thank you, mom! Mom, I love you forever! I love you.

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