My mother is going to write something interesting in the composition of senior one. . Hurry up! !

People say that I look like my father, with the same face, the same smile and the same curly hair, so that people never ask my name when they see me and always say, "You are XXX's daughter!" " I smiled silently and raised my hand to study it carefully. Yes, only these hands were given by my mother. My mother's hand and mine are almost identical and seem to have the same connotation. However, my mother's hands are whiter and older than mine. From her slender fingertips, I saw my mother's complete years and her hard life.

From my mother's hand, I saw her diligence. She never rests when she has nothing to do. She always has to find something to do housework. She does all the housework, but she never complains and works hard. Even when she was ill, we didn't let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I came home from school and saw a clean home, everything became so neat and orderly that I had to admire my mother. I remember one time when my house was decorated, the decoration workers left dust all over the house, and my mother watched a layer of dust fall on the floor. Without saying anything, she picked up the cleaning tools and began to clean until there was no dust left. We advised her to rest. As soon as she sat down, she soon fell asleep My father and I looked at my sleeping mother, and we were very unhappy.

Before, I was an ignorant child. Turn a blind eye to the care of mom and dad Before going out to school, my mother will tidy up my clothes, fill the kettle, and then watch me leave; When I come home from school, my mother always nags and asks, "Are you full for lunch?" Do you get enough sleep in the afternoon? (I have a small table at noon) How about studying? ..... After a tiring day, I usually turn a deaf ear or deal with the last sentence impatiently.

But one day, I read a story and was deeply moved. The name of the story is Mom, I've been looking for you for a long time;

This is a true story that happened in Germany. Debbie is a 9-year-old orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Because he had never seen his mother since he was a child, he tried to help others in order to express his love for his mother. For every person he helps, let him help ten people. He thought that one day his mother would get help from others in this way of love transmission. His deep love for his mother touched the whole of Germany, and people launched the "Ten Good Things" action, and Derby became a small celebrity in Germany. Unfortunately, however, Derby was assassinated. On his deathbed, countless German women pretended to be Derby's mother to satisfy his desire to see her. Finally, Derby held the hand of "mother" and left this world safely.

Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. 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. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?

I haven't written anything for a long time, and I haven't kept a diary for a long time. The reason is not that I am not good at pen and ink, but that the change of life rhythm makes me lazy to think.

Today, I want to write something about my mother. This is not to say that I am not filial. I didn't think of her until now, and suddenly felt that I should write something to her. Say how special my mother is, but not necessarily, a simple and traditional woman. This is my evaluation of her.

Mother's maiden. My grandmother was a small landlord in the early days. After liberation, her family was fucked and her life has been very poor. Grandma used to have several children who starved to death in 1958 and 1959, and then only my uncle, aunt and mother were left. Of course, my mother was never hungry. She was born in 1965. My uncle is 20 years older than her, and my aunt is 13 years older than her. Grandma's children are all unlucky, all dead, and those who are not dead are struggling in life.

Mom is the luckiest, healthy, never hungry, reads the most, and has a happy family. In fact, she didn't read many books, and she didn't finish the first grade, not because she had no money. My mother's self-esteem is particularly strong (this is my inheritance). At that time, because of the landlord's family background, my mother was very angry and never went there again. In fact, the mother at home is a daughter, and life is rich and colorful. Grandma lives in a hilly area with dense pine trees on the hillside. After the spring rain, my mother and friends went to the mountains to pick wild mushrooms with different colors and shapes. It's really cute. If you pick more, sell it; if you pick less, eat it yourself. Wild mushrooms are delicious and especially fragrant. I didn't quite hear you. I picked it a few times when I was a child. Grandma made it for me. It's delicious and fresh in my memory. At that time, almost everything was state property, and mothers sometimes made small mistakes like other children. When the management in the village was lax, she and her friends stole some trees from the mountain, took the 10 Lishan Road and sold them in the street. I bought myself a silk scarf or something when I came back.

After she stopped studying, the girl didn't have much labor at home. Shortly after school started, her mother found a master to learn technology. The master is not far from my aunt's house and teaches my mother to sew. At that time, she was fifteen or sixteen years old and was taken care of by her aunt. Although she was not born in a rich family, she is the youngest in the family. At that time, her temper was very unruly, so she naturally stopped learning her craft. Mother has a stubborn temper. Once she saw the child next door eating white rice at home, and when she got home, she clamored for grandma to cook it for her. Her grandmother refused, so her mother rolled on the ground, and a foreign cloth coat made several holes. Grandma had no choice but to scoop out the potherb rice in the pot and give it to her to cook white rice alone. Mother talked about it and said with a smile, if it was my child, she would have to be killed. Indeed, we three brothers and sisters have never been so delicate.

My mother is from Hunan and my father is from Hubei. I often ask them how they met and how they got together. My mother always laughs, just saying that she was introduced. My mother got married very early. She/kloc-married my father at the age of 0/9 and gave birth to me at the age of 20, when my father was only 22. Although my mother doesn't want to tell me about their past, sometimes I can learn something from my father. My father went to my mother's house for the first time, and his dress was a bit exaggerated: his ears were long, his coat was made of foreign cloth, and he wore a pair of bell bottoms. Grandma may live in a mountainous area, but the news is rather obscure and she doesn't know the situation. She insisted that her father was a rogue and refused to see him. But grandpa likes him very much, because his father is witty, witty, good at talking, coarse food and small wine, and they talk very well. Also a son-in-law, an honest uncle may be a little worse than my father. My grandfather doesn't like him very much. Every time my uncle comes to see grandpa, he is too angry to get up in bed. Grandma bought some furniture, my father gave me a simple gift, and my mother got married with the thumping drums.

When I was a child, I was too weak to play with savage children. My mother also forbade me to run around and jump around with them. I never got into the habit of playing lively games when I was a child. No matter where I am, I am always elegant. Therefore, the elders in my hometown all said that I was "like a gentleman", so they called me "Cai"

Sir ". After this nickname was called out, everyone knew that Mr. San's youngest son was called Mr. Qi. With the name "sir", I can't help pretending to be "sir", and I can't follow the urchin. One day, I was "tossing copper coins" with a group of children at my door. An older generation passed by and saw me. He smiled and said, "Does Mr. Mao throw copper coins, too? "I listened to the blush and felt that I had lost my status as a gentleman!

Adults encourage me to pretend to be a gentleman, and I have no ability and habit to play, and because I really like reading, I have never enjoyed the life of children's games in my life. Every autumn, my grandmother and I will go to the fields to "supervise the cutting" (the top fields are protected by drought and flood, and the harvest is the best. Every time the tenant asks the landlord to spread the millet, he will supervise the cutting, and the two families will share it equally. I always sit under a small tree and read novels. When you are eleven or twelve, be lively. I actually organized a drama class with a group of classmates, made some wooden knives and bamboo guns, borrowed some fake beards and acted in the village farm. I often do literary works such as Zhuge Liang and Liu Bei; Only once did I imitate Shi Wengong and was shot down from my chair by an arrow from Huarong Road. This is my most lively thing.

In these nine years (1895- 1904), I only learned two things: reading and writing. In writing and thinking, we should lay a little foundation. But there are no opportunities for development in other areas. Once, our village was "friends" (five villages in Badufan, called "five friends", and one village took turns to be a prince's club every year, called "friends") to prepare for the prince's club. Someone suggested sending me to the Kunqu Opera Team in Qiancun to study blowing sheng or play the flute. The elders in the clan objected that I was too young to follow the five friends around the prince. So I lost the only chance to learn music. For 30 years, I have never played an instrument and know nothing about music. I still don't know if I have the talent to learn music. As for learning painting, it is even more impossible. I often cover the lithographs of novel books with bamboo paper to copy the beauty of heroes in the books. One day, Mr. Wang saw it and got a scolding. All the photos in the drawer were found and torn up. So I lost the opportunity to learn to be a painter.

But these nine years of life, in addition to reading, also gave me a little life training. At this point, my teacher is my loving mother.

Every day at dawn, my mother wakes me up and tells me to get dressed and sit up. I don't know how long she sat awake. When she saw me awake, she told me what I did wrong yesterday, and let me admit my mistake and study hard. Sometimes she will tell me all the benefits of her father. She said, "You must always follow in your father's footsteps. I have only known this complete person all my life. You should learn from him and don't lose his shares. " Falling stocks are a disgrace. When she talks about sadness, she often tears. It was not until dawn that she dressed me and urged me to go to early education. The key to the school gate is at Mr. Wang's house; I looked at the school gate first, then ran to my husband's house and knocked at the door. Someone in Mr. Wang's house handed the key through the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to read. In ten days, I was the first person to open the school gate. I didn't go home for breakfast until my husband came.

My mother is the most strict with me. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolds me or hits me in front of others. I did something wrong. She just looked at me, and when I saw her stern eyes, I was frightened. She didn't teach me a lesson until I woke up the next morning. The crime is enormous. She waited until the dead of night, closed the door, scolded me first, and then punished me, or knelt down or ground my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I'm not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to vent his anger and asked others to listen.

One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a vest. At that time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yu Ying, lived in my house. Afraid that I was cold, she took out a small shirt for me to put on. I refuse to wear it. She said, "put it on, it's cold." I casually replied: "Niang (Shuang), what! Laozi is not Laozi. " As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw my mother coming out of the house. I put on my shirt quickly. But she heard this frivolous remark. In the dead of night, she made me kneel and gave me a heavy punishment. She said, "How proud you are to lose my father! Easy to talk! " She sat there trembling with anger and wouldn't let me sleep. I cried on my knees and wiped my tears with my hands. I don't know what germs I have, but I have been ill for more than a year. Doctors come and go, but they can't be cured. My mother is both regretful and anxious. I heard that her eyes can be licked off with her tongue. One night, she woke me up and she really licked my sick eyes with her tongue. This is my strict teacher and my loving mother.

My mother is widowed at the age of 23, and her stepmother is in charge. I can't write one tenth of the pain of this life with my stupid pen. The family's economy is not well-off, and in Shanghai, it depends entirely on the second brother to operate and dispatch. Big brother has been a loser since he was a child. He smoked opium and gambled. When he got the money, he ran out. He ran out and went home to give advice. When he saw the incense burner, he sold it and took out the tin teapot. My mother invited our elders several times and set a monthly fee for him. But he is always short of money, owes money to cigarettes everywhere and gambles everywhere. Every New Year's Eve, there is always a large group of debt collectors in my family, each holding a lantern and refusing to leave in the hall. Eldest brother has avoided going out. Two rows of chairs in the hall are full of lanterns and creditors. My mother goes in and out, making New Year's Eve dinner, thanking the kitchen god and giving lucky money, as if she had never seen this group of people before. In the middle of the night, it was almost "closed" and my mother went out the back door. A neighbor came to my house and each debtor developed a little money. Those who do good and evil, this group of debt collectors went out one by one with lanterns. After a while, big brother knocked at the door and came back. My mother never scolded him. And because it was New Year's Day, her face never showed any anger. I have spent six or seven Chinese New Year holidays like this.

Sister-in-law is the most incompetent and ignorant person, and sister-in-law is the most capable and narrow-minded person. They often quarrel, but because of my mother's good example, they never publicly scold each other. When they are angry, they just don't talk, don't answer, and pull their faces down, which is ugly; When yisow is angry, her face turns blue and she is even more afraid of people. When they were angry with my mother, it was the same. I didn't know this at first, but I gradually learned to read people's faces. I gradually understand that the most disgusting thing in the world is an angry face; The dirtiest thing in the world is to show your angry face to others, which is worse than beating and cursing.

My mother is generous, good-tempered, and because she is a stepmother, she is more attentive and tolerant to everything. Eldest brother's daughter is only one year younger than me, and she always eats and dresses like me. I had a little argument with her, and it was always painful. My mother always blames me and makes me do everything. Later, both the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law gave birth to sons. When they are angry, they beat their children and scold them to vent their anger. While hitting, scold others with sharp words. My mother just pretended not to hear. Sometimes, she can't help but quietly walk out the door, or go to the neighbor's sister-in-law's house to sit for a while, or go to the neighbor's house to chat through the back door. She never quarrels with her two sisters-in-law.

When every sister-in-law is angry, she often goes in and out every day for ten and a half months without rest, with a straight face, biting her mouth and scolding her children to vent her anger. My mother just put up with it, and when it was too late, she had her own way. At the dawn of this day, she didn't get up and cried gently. She didn't scold anyone, but cried for her husband and herself, and she couldn't keep her husband to take care of her. The first time she cried, her voice was very low and she began to cry. I woke up and advised her that she wouldn't live. At this time, I can always hear the door open in the front hall (the second sister-in-law lives in the east room of the front hall) or the back hall (the eldest sister-in-law lives in the west room of the back hall), and a eldest sister-in-law walks out of the room to go to the kitchen. Before long, my sister-in-law knocked on our door. I opened the door, and she came in, carrying a bowl of hot tea, and sent it to my mother's bed to persuade her not to cry and invite her to drink some hot tea. My mother stopped crying slowly and reached for the tea bowl. Sister-in-law stood and advised for a while before quitting. There is not a word about anyone, and there is not a word about that angry face in the past ten and a half months. However, as we all know, the sister-in-law who makes tea is always the one who has been angry for ten days and a half. Strangely, after this cry, there was at least a month or two of calm and tranquility.

My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others and has never said anything that hurts her feelings. But sometimes she is also very strong and won't be insulted. My fifth uncle is a loafer. One day, he complained in a cigarette shop that my mother always asked someone for help when she had something at home, and she was probably always kind to him. This sentence reached my mother's ear. She burst into tears with anger. She invited several people in her family and called her fifth uncle. She asked him face to face, who she had given and what benefits. She didn't stop until Uncle Wu publicly admitted his mistake and made amends.

I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years and was greatly influenced by her. I left her when I was fourteen (in fact, I was only twelve months old). I have been alone in this vast sea of people for more than twenty years, and no one has ever taken care of me. If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.

My mother, Lao She.

Mother's maiden is a small village outside Deshengmen in Beiping, outside Tucheng, on the way to Dazhong Temple. There are four or five families in the village, all surnamed Ma. Everyone grows some less fertile land, but my brothers of the same age are all soldiers, carpenters, masons and surveyors. Although they are farmers, they can't afford cows and horses. When there are not enough people, women have to work in the fields.

For grandma's house, I only know the above. I don't know what my grandparents are like because they have passed away. As for the farther lineage and family history, I don't even know; The poor can only care about the immediate food and clothing, and have no time to talk about the glory of the past; The word "genealogy" has never been heard of in my childhood.

Mother was born in a farmhouse, so she is hardworking and honest, and she is in good health. This fact is extremely important, because if I don't have such a mother, I think I will have to make a big discount.

My mother probably got married a long time ago, because my sister is now an old woman in her sixties, and my niece is one year older than me. I have three brothers and four sisters, but only my elder sister, second sister, third sister, third brother and I can grow up. I am the "old" son. When I was born, my mother was forty-one, and my elder sister and second sister were both married.

Judging from the family where the elder sister and the second sister got married, before I was born, my family was probably average. At that time, the betrothal paid attention to the right door, the eldest sister-in-law was a small official, and the second sister-in-law also opened a pub. They are all quite decent people.

However, I, I brought misfortune to my family: after I was born, my mother fainted in the middle of the night and opened her eyes to see her old son-thanks to the elder sister for holding me in her arms and not freezing to death.

When I was one and a half years old, I killed my father "Dick".

My younger brother is less than ten years old, my third sister is twelve or thirteen, and I am only one and a half years old. I was raised by my mother alone. My father's widowed sister lives with us. She smokes opium, likes playing cards and has a bad temper. For our food and clothing, mother will wash clothes, mend or sew clothes for others. In my memory, her hands are red and slightly swollen all year round. During the day, she washes clothes and one or two big green clay pots. She never does anything perfunctory, even the black cloth socks sent by the butcher are washed white. In the evening, she and her third sister lit oil lamps to mend clothes until midnight. She has no rest all year round, but in her busy schedule, she keeps the yard tidy. The tables and chairs are old, and the copper parts of the cupboard door have long been incomplete, but her hands always keep the broken desktop from dust, and the broken copper parts shine. In the yard, the pots of pomegranate and oleander left by my father will always be watered and cared for, and many flowers will bloom every summer.

My brother seems to have never played with me. Sometimes, he goes to study; Sometimes, he is an apprentice; Sometimes, he also sells small things like peanuts or cherries. Mother sent him away with tears in her eyes, and took him back with tears in her eyes in less than two days. I don't understand what's going on, but I think he's strange. It is my third sister and I who live alone with my mother. Therefore, I always follow them when they do things. They water the flowers, and I get water; They sweep the floor and I collect dust ... from here, I learned to love flowers, love cleanliness and keep order. These habits have been kept by me to this day. When guests come, no matter how embarrassed they are, mother will try to get something to entertain them. Uncle and cousins often buy their own wine and meat, which makes her blush, but they give them warm wine to make her happy. When there is a wedding or funeral at home, my mother will wash the dress and congratulate herself-a gift may be just two pennies. Up to now, my hospitality habit has not completely changed, although life is so hard, because it is not easy to get rid of the things I used to grow up with.

My aunt often loses her temper. She searched for bones in the eggs alone. She is the king of hell in my family. She died when I entered middle school, but I never saw my mother resist. "I'm not angry with my mother-in-law. Am I not influenced by my sister-in-law? Life is like this! " Mother only says this when she has to explain that this is not enough to convince others. Yes, this is fate. A mother is never too old, nor too poor, nor too difficult. This is all fate. She will suffer the most. She always runs ahead to help her relatives and neighbors: she will bathe the baby three times-poor friends can spend less money on "grandma"-she will shave the children's heads, and she will twist the young woman's face ... whatever she can do, she will give whatever she wants. But quarreling and fighting will never have her. She would rather suffer than be angry. When my aunt died, my mother seemed to cry all her life's grievances to the grave. I don't know where a nephew came from, claiming the right of inheritance, but his mother silently taught him to move those broken tables and benches and gave him a fat hen raised by his aunt.

However, mother is not weak. My father died the year Boxer punched. Allied forces entered the city and searched from house to house for property, chickens and ducks. We were searched twice. Mother sat on the wall with her brother and third sister, waiting for the "devil" to enter the door. The door facing the street was open. As soon as the "devil" entered the door, he stabbed the old yellow dog to death with a bayonet and then searched the room. After they left, my mother found me with a broken suitcase. If the box was not empty, I would have been crushed to death. The emperor ran away, her husband died and the devil came. Lotus flames are everywhere in the city, but mother is not afraid. She wants to protect her children under the bayonet and in famine. There are many accidents in Beiping. Sometimes there is a mutiny, the whole market is on fire, and the fireball falls in our yard. Sometimes there will be civil war, the city gates are closed, the shops are closed, and the guns are fired day and night. This kind of panic, this kind of tension, plus the planning of the family's diet and the concern for the safety of the children, can a weak old widow bear it? However, at this time, my mother's heart is horizontal, and she doesn't panic or cry, so she has to make something out of nothing. Her tears will fall into her heart! This carrot-and-stick character was also passed on to me. I have a peaceful attitude towards all people and things and take loss for granted. However, as a person, I have a certain purpose and basic rules, and I can do anything without exceeding my own boundaries. Afraid of meeting strangers, running errands and showing your face; But when I have to go, I have to go, just like my mother. From private schools to primary schools and middle schools, I have experienced at least 20 teachers, some of whom have a great influence on me, and some have no influence at all, but my real teacher, the teacher who inherits my personality, is my mother. My mother can't read What she gave me was the education of life.

When I graduated from primary school, my relatives and friends unanimously wanted me to learn skills to help my mother. I know I should find food to relieve my mother's hard work and hardship. However, I also want to go to school. I sneaked into the normal school-uniforms, meals, books and accommodation were all provided by the school. Only in this way can I dare to learn from my mother. A deposit of ten yuan is required for admission. This is a huge sum of money! My mother struggled for half a month to raise this huge sum, and then sent me out with tears in her eyes. As long as her son is promising, she takes great pains. When I graduated from normal school and was appointed as the principal of a primary school, my mother and I didn't sleep a wink all night. I just said, "in the future, you can rest!" " Her answer was only a string of tears. After I entered school, Third Sister got married. A mother loves her children equally, but if she is a little partial, she should be partial to her third sister, because everything in the family has been supported by her mother and third sister since her father died. Third sister is mother's right-hand man. But mother knew that this right hand must be cut off. She can't delay her daughter's youth for her convenience. When the sedan chair came to our door, my mother's hands were as cold as ice and her face was bloodless-it was April in the lunar calendar and the weather was very warm. Everyone is afraid that she will pass out. However, she struggled, bit her lip, put her hand on the doorframe and watched the sedan chair walk slowly. Soon, my aunt passed away. Third sister is married, my brother is not at home, I live on campus, and only my mother is left at home. She still has to operate from morning till night, but no one has said a word to her all day. The new year is coming, just in time for the government to advocate the use of the solar calendar instead of celebrating the old year. On New Year's Eve, I took two hours off. From a crowded market to a home for cleaning and cooling stoves. Mother smiled. She froze when I heard that I had to go back to school. It was a long time before she sighed. When I should go, she handed me some peanuts. "Go on, son!" "The street is very busy, but I didn't see anything. Tears blurred my eyes. Today, tears filled my eyes again, and I remembered my loving mother who spent that miserable New Year's Eve alone that day. But the loving mother won't wait for me, she has been buried!

The old man is always sad that his children's lives don't follow the track set by their parents. I'm 23 years old. My mother wants me to get married, but I don't want it. I asked my third sister to intercede for me, and my mother nodded tearfully. I love my mother, but I gave her the biggest blow. Times have made me a rebel. When I was 27, I went to England. For myself, I gave my 60-year-old mother a second blow. On her seventieth birthday, I was still far away in a foreign country. That day, according to my sisters, the old lady only drank two mouthfuls of wine and went to bed early. She misses her youngest son so much that she can't say it.

After the July 7th Anti-Japanese War, I escaped from Jinan. Beiping was occupied by the devil like that year of Gengzi, but the youngest son that his mother missed day and night came to the southwest. I can imagine how much my mother misses me, but I can't go back. Whenever I receive a letter from home, I always dare not open it at once. I am afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of this ominous news. People, even if they live to be eighty or ninety years old, will be a little childish to their mothers. Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. A person with a mother is calm at heart. I am afraid, afraid, afraid that the letter from home will bring bad news and tell me that this is a flower that has lost its roots.

Last year, I couldn't find anything about my mother's daily life in my home letter. I doubt and fear. I can imagine that if there is misfortune, I will be alone in exile at home, or I can't bear to tell you. Mom's birthday is in September. I wrote a birthday letter in August and half, expecting it to arrive before my birthday. The letter asked me to write down the details of my birthday, so that I no longer had doubts. 1On February 26th, I came back from the convention of the Cultural Labor Army and received a letter from home. I dare not open it. I opened the letter before going to bed. My mother has been dead for a year!

My mother gave me life. I can grow up because of my mother's blood and sweat. I am not a very bad person because of my mother's influence. My personality and habits are inherited from my mother. She never enjoyed a day's happiness, and all she ate when she died was coarse grains. Alas! What are you talking about? Heartache! Heartache!

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Finally, let me think about it and sum it up. Original.