My mother described the composition in 300 words.

1. Composition about my mother's demeanor. Mother's demeanor because I don't know what your mother looks like, I can only tell you the way.

Description of five senses: from hair description-ear description-to eye description (which can be bright eyes shining with wisdom)-nose description-mouth description can also be written by combining nose and mouth: there is a red mouth expression under the collapsed nose bridge, which can be written as follows: Mom can't dress up or dance, but she has a pair of skillful hands. Mother's hands are slender and flexible, and her white and soft fingers are more conspicuous.

Mother knitted a sweater, and her fingers moved like a shuttle, which was dazzling. Soon, she knitted a big piece. My mother is an ophthalmologist. Like all mothers, she has ordinary hands.

These hands have never done earth-shattering things, nor have they created any great miracles. They are just busy all day, and people have never stopped working when they are asleep. My mother stroked my head and said affectionately, "remember, we can't just stare at money and lose our personality!" " " .

2. Ask for a composition. My mother's face has an appearance and expression that can describe 300 words. My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest 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. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world.

On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.

I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.

Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.

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. The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

If you are satisfied, please accept it. Oh, thank you, dear.

3. The 300-word composition of "My Parents" is to capture the action language expression of the characters and describe that 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.

When you do your homework, you are nagging. Write neatly, sit up straight, hold your homework with your left hand and don't play. .. what a nuisance, nagging endlessly, sometimes I talk back to 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 and read them carefully before writing. When I got home from 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 and loves me.

My mother's composition has 300 words of appearance, posture, action description and transitional sentences. From a distance, it is actually a reunion. It is also composed of circles at close range, but it is really pear-shaped. Character description composition is 300 words.

For onions, the top is the peak, which consists of clusters of hair near the top. Looking down, it is dark red skin. Face in the middle of nose, nothing special. Looking down, it is the kind that is inconspicuous in the crowd, but it is so humorous to connect his five senses.

Look up a little, especially the eyes. Blinking is the most distinctive. When you close your eyes, you always squeeze all the muscles around you before opening them. This may be his habit of blinking, or everyone blinks like this, but the phenomenon is more obvious when he eats so much meat.

Look at that mouth again. It's fleshy and longer than the nose. It's chin and face. Layers of fat accumulated to form the present double chin, and a plump face bouncing when walking. Strange to say, the fat sank strangely and formed a pear shape, which was really cute.

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.

I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily. 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.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

If you are satisfied, please accept it. Oh, thank you, dear.

6. To describe my mother's composition, I need 255-300 words in appearance, movement, language and manner. 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. 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. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily. In a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai 7A686964616FE4B893E5B19E31333262335, a paradise and a world of snow.

On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.

I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.

Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.

I love my good mother.

7. The 300-word composition "My Parents" describes that I have a nagging mother by grasping the action language expression of the characters. 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. When you do your homework, you are nagging. Write neatly, sit up straight, hold your homework with your left hand and don't play. .. what a nuisance, nagging endlessly, sometimes I talk back to 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 wound 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 and read them carefully before writing. When I got home from 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 and loves me.