"Urgent need! Composition outline! " To write about maternal love and junior high school level, just outline and tell the main content of the story. It must be "touching!"

Mother's Day is coming, and the streets and alleys are filled with the fragrance of carnations, as if waving to passers-by, "It's time to bless mom".

There is a middle-aged woman beside her, staring at a carnation in a daze. Does she want her children to send her one? My eyes shone with the light of asking for credit, and my expression was the same as my mother's. I suddenly trembled: My mother and daughter have grown up so big that I have never sent you a flower.

In my childhood memory, I blame my mother because she didn't give me a warm and happy home and a happy childhood like other people's mothers.

My mother is a typical professional woman. She keeps house diligently and methodically, but her mother has a bad hobby-nagging, so she and her father often quarrel. Maybe their marriage war started before I was born. As long as I can remember, my mind has been full of "smoke of war" and "chaos on the battlefield" How sensible I am, how can I judge people's color. I always clean up the battlefield afterwards and walk with tears in my eyes. So, I formed a habit. Every time I hear loud talk or hawking, I feel inexplicable palpitations, thinking that my mother is nagging my parents to quarrel. This habit was slowly changed when I left home to study far away. So my dislike for her has been deeply rooted since I was a child. Naturally, every time she quarrels with her father, I will blame her inexplicably and ignore her in a rage.

I remember once, the night before I took the entrance exam, my father came home after drinking. As soon as I entered the door, I heard my mother shouting and cursing, and her voice was thrown very high. Father didn't wake up and insisted. A big war broke out inevitably, and cries, curses and fights filled the whole room with alcohol. My brother and sister cried and looked at the broken furniture all over the floor. I threw away the materials for preparing for the exam and shouted at my mother, "You are sick. When he is drunk, you know what you are arguing with him. You don't want a divorce. " My mother looked at me stupefied, with tears in the dim light, unkempt hair tilted to one side, and her mouth kept shaking, trying to say something, and her mouth was still stained with blood. I couldn't stand it any longer and ran out without saying "I hate you". I stayed at my classmate's house for one night and watched other people's mothers prepare exam materials and food for their children. I swallowed my tears and hated my mother even more. Later, I heard from my sister that my mother prepared food and luggage for me in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, I didn't go home to get it. My mother stood on my way to school, with tears in her eyes, sighed and looked at me angrily. I felt sad when I imagined my mother's scene, but I still didn't forgive her because I didn't get into my dream school.

Since then, I have misunderstood my mother more and more, so that I haven't been home for half a year. One day, I got a call from my mother saying that I was in a hurry to go home. I panicked and had a hunch that it would not be a good thing. I hurried home and saw that my relatives and neighbors surrounded the whole yard, and the steps were filled with large and small medicine bottles. Several doctors are busy with medicine bottles and infusion sets. Tears blurred my eyes. Poor little brother was lying on the bed in front of me, and his mother didn't cry. There is no expression on his pale and haggard face. The trembling mouth opened and closed, as if to say something. Only those muddy and bloodshot frightened eyes looked at the doctor angrily, hoping to get some comfort from him. When the doctor shook his head and said that he was helpless, when his brother stopped breathing, and when the crying filled the whole crowd, she was no longer silent. She beat her bed like crazy, cried twice, and then fainted. For a mother, nothing is more painful and helpless than watching her child die. My sister and I helped her into the room. She opened her weak eyes slightly and said softly, "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't make you happy. If you want to blame me, blame me for not taking good care of you ... ""Mom, don't say anything, you have a good rest. " I sobbed and wiped her face with an ice towel. This is my first time to wipe my mother's face. Looking at her aging face and dyed white hair, her weak body is still shaking slightly. For the first time, I found that my mother was so desolate. She is just a weak woman struggling on the road of life, a wife who has devoted all her youth and body and mind to her family, and a mother who is helpless in the face of her son's death. She also needs love, too much love and care, and who gave it to her? Her parents? Her husband? Her children? No, they just asked her for it and trampled on it without stint. Who really cares about and understands her? Mom, my mom, why didn't you tell me about your pain? I have hurt you more than once. How can I forgive myself?

My mother has changed a lot since then. She doesn't nag endlessly like before, her voice is not so sharp, and her war with her father is not so frequent, but she smiles a lot less. Seeing her smile occasionally is just a sad touch. Occasionally, her mouth will open and close trembling, and her turbid eyes will still look at it angrily and say nothing, but I know that she is deeply sorry, complaining and guilty for not giving us a happy family.

It's time for me to do something for my mother. My son wants to support me, and I will regret it for the rest of my life without my relatives. I picked up the phone and dialed the long-lost number. My mother's familiar and unfamiliar voice came from inside, which once made me so scared, so palpitation and so disgusted. Now it sounds so warm and full of love. "Mom, I will go home to see you in a couple of days." "Really? What time? Then you should be careful. " Mother said with a smile, but I clearly heard the sobbing on the phone. My mother must be thinking about what to cook for me.

I walked to the flower shop, and the dazzling array of carnations were in full bloom, as if welcoming the arrival of summer, just like my mother's smiling face. The poor inherit the tradition. Like thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, our mothers are worried about waiting for their children. They have devoted all their body and life energy to this, giving all their love and heart to their families and children, with no regrets. In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and every night, candles will cry dry the wick. "What a beautiful carnation! How much maternal love you have! Let me introduce myself first.

My father "left", and now I am a freshman relying on my mother's physical strength. I always think about everything my mother has done for me, and my heart is full of love and gratitude for my mother. I tried to understand my mother and be a good son, and I also proved myself to be a good son with my actions.

Unlike boys, I am sentimental. I always think of my parents, because I watched a scene on TV, so my eyes are always full of tears, and I always think of my parents' kindness to me. In this way, when I have the idea of going to Internet cafes and am tired of learning, I will control myself to try not to go and be a good boy.

Actually, my Chinese is rubbish, but I pay more attention to practice. I regard life as a composition paper, and use my most delicate thoughts to be a person who won't regret it and write my own life composition.

Look at me. I said so much. Let's keep it simple.

Put yourself in a quiet enough place. When everyone is disturbed, think about whether you are a good boy in life, whether you are too selfish to forget your mother, whether you have no regrets when you look back on your life, and whether you really bring the perfect self in your composition to life. .......

I think the composition about maternal love and affection is not written, but made. Let's practice.

Motherly love can be reflected in small things.

It doesn't need to be too big.

From the moment I was pregnant with you until your arrival, I never gave up trying.

When you arrive, that comforting smile and your constant crying are the best rewards for your mother.

If you can, ask your mother how she feels. This may be your best material.

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. In return, you cried all night;

When you were 3 years old, she lovingly cooked for you; In return, you throw a dish she cooked on the ground;

When you were 4 years old, she bought you a marker. In return, you painted abstract paintings all over the wall;

When you were 5 years old, she bought you beautiful clothes. In return, you wear it to play in the mud pit;

When you were 7 years old, she bought you a ball. In return, you broke your neighbor's glass with a ball;

When you were 9 years old, she spent a lot of money to help you learn the piano. In return, you often skip classes and don't practice;

When you were 1 1 years old, she accompanied you and your friends to the movies; In return, you let her sit in another row;

When you 13 years old, she suggested that you cut your hair, but you said that she didn't know what a fashionable hairstyle was.

When you 14 years old, she paid for a summer camp for you for a month, but you didn't call her all night;

When you 15 years old, she came home from work and wanted to give you a hug. In return, you turned into the house and plugged in the door.

When you 17 years old, she was waiting for an important phone call, but you talked with your friends all night with the phone;

When you 18 years old, she was moved to tears because you graduated from high school, while you were out partying with friends until dawn.

When you 19 years old, she paid your college tuition and sent you to school. You let her get off at a far place for fear that her classmates would see jokes.

When you were 20 years old, she asked you "Where have you been all day", and you replied: I don't want to be like you;

When you were 23 years old, she bought you furniture to decorate your new home. You told your friends that the furniture she bought was terrible.

When you were 30 years old, she gave you advice on how to take care of your children. You said to her: Mom, times are different;

When you were 40 years old, she called you and said it was your birthday. You replied: Mom, I am too busy to have time;

When you were 50 years old, she was often ill and needed your care, while you were running for your children;

Finally, one day, she passed away, and suddenly you remembered all the things you didn't do, and they hit your heart like a hammer.

If mother is still alive, don't forget to love her more than ever.

If she has unfortunately left you forever, then you must remember that maternal love is the most selfless love in the world.

A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness. Motherly love is a warm embrace when crying in infancy, and a patient teaching when babbling; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is sobbing; When you get grades, maternal love is tears of excitement; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is bloodshot eyes; When you get into bad habits, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are treading on thin ice and refuse to mend it, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stung her heart. Mothers feed their offspring with their sweet milk, cultivate, influence and educate you with their great maternal love, and let you grow. Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. People are also different from animals and have rich emotions, which makes maternal love have a profound meaning. People who enjoy maternal love are the happiest people in the world.

Motherly love is a piece of sunshine, even in the cold winter, you can feel the warmth of spring; Motherly love is a clear spring, even if the dust of the soul flies, it can make you clear; Motherly love is a tree. Even if the seasons cycle, it sticks to its home and is willing to support a green shade.

Mom, you are the greatest person and the one who loves me the most. I remember getting sick often when I was a child. Because I can't afford expensive medicine, my father always has the heart to abandon me again and again, and you always take me back again and again. You said you couldn't give up the family relationship of being pregnant 10 months and breastfeeding for 8 months. When I was the most seriously ill, the doctor said it was hopeless, so grandma wrapped me in an old quilt and secretly put me in a bamboo forest, and you took me back after you knew it. After kneeling for three days and nights, I prayed to God, but I was moved by my mother's sincerity, and I was resurrected. Since then, my health has gradually improved. Mom, you gave me a second life, and I am forever grateful to you!

Motherly love is an idyllic poem, long and clean; Motherly love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; Motherly love is a song, tactfully affectionate.

Mom, you are a supporter of my career. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have realized my wish to be a teacher. My father, brother and sister didn't let me choose to be a teacher when I filled in the college entrance examination. You have always supported me and encouraged me. You always supported me when my career improved; When I encounter setbacks, it is you who constantly encourage me; When I was frustrated, you told me again and again: failure is a successful teacher, only by summing up experience can we start again, and only by persistence can we win. From then on, I will face up to setbacks or achievements in my career. Mom, it is your support and encouragement that makes my career brilliant, and I am forever grateful to you!

Motherly love is an intoxicating spring breeze, a drizzle that moistens everything, a laughter that accompanies you all your life, and a lingering miss that you wander around the world.

Mom, your daughter has grown up and can't wait on you, but you will always be my only concern in this life. Mom, I am lucky to have you as my mother in this life. The selfless maternal love you gave me will be the love and gratitude of my life!