A changeable motif composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has dealt with writing. Through writing, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is the composition of my fickle mother, which I carefully arranged. I welcome your reference and hope it will help you.

The fickle mother's composition 1 "Be a good girl, have another bite and eat more fruit, which is good for your health." I have always been "not cold" about fruits, so I couldn't help my mother's gentle offensive and barely ate the pitaya handed me by my mother. Looking up, my eyes are full of my mother's bright smile.

"Zhang Kexin, it has been rewritten!" The sound of "the roar of a lion" just now turned me into a slave, which is really a "good eye". After practicing piano, I wanted to finish my homework and watch TV for a while, but I had to change my scrawled handwriting obediently. Alas! Mom is too strict!

"Listen! How beautifully my big baby plays the guzheng music, just for three days. " Hearing my mother's praise, I felt like I was flying in the clouds. I wanted to "beat a retreat", and under my mother's "sugar-coated shells", I played the guzheng song of "three days around the beam"

"Kexin, you should drink more water at school, but if you drink less, you will get sick!" This is a "classic" that Tang Priest's mother must read every day, alas! What a nagging mother.

"How to test well?" Knowing that you are indefensible, bow your head quickly and wait for the nagging mother to have a "storm", hey! Why got so quiet. I secretly looked up and saw that my mother was unusually silent, just looking at my test paper carefully. It was so quiet in the room that I could hear a needle drop to the ground. Mom's silence made me more nervous. "Oh, my God!" I must be careful in future exams, and I can't fail again! "Tell me why?" My mother's words broke the silence. I took a long breath and analyzed the reasons with my mother. Thankfully, I finally passed this pass, so I must be careful in the future exams. I really can't stand my mother's silence.

This is my gentle, sometimes harsh, sometimes nagging, sometimes silent and fickle mother.

I love my fickle mother.

The fickle mother composition 2 Mom is the one who cares for us the most in the world. From birth to now, they really take care of us in every possible way.

My mother is a changeable person. She is strict with me, but in front of others, she is very ... in short, she is very gentle. I really hope my mother will be a virtuous housewife. I know my mother's character best in this world, and I remember her every move and every sentence clearly.

A stern mother

My mother is really terrible at this severe moment. I remember once-when I got home, my mother asked with a straight face, "Did the exam results come out?" I said cautiously, "Come out." Mom then asked, "How much did you get?" I replied softly, "Eighty-five." My mother was shocked when she heard this. She blushed and opened her eyes wide and said, "How did you get it?"? I am so disappointed. Come to my room and think about it behind closed doors. " It was such a beautiful weekend that I was worried about spending it in my room. Such a grumpy mother is terrible.

A gentle mother

At this time, the mother makes people feel so warm. I remember that once an old man died in a neighbor's house, and the neighbor cried very sadly. When my mother saw it, she immediately went to comfort her neighbors. My mother tried her best to persuade her patiently, and finally people were moved by her gentleness and stopped crying. Another time, I caught a bad cold. Because of my mother's careful care, my bad cold was cured. I like this kind of mother very much.

Crying mother

Suddenly one day, the teacher asked us to write a letter to our parents to express our love for them. Because my father is often outside, I can only write to my mother. My content is like this: "Dear Mom! I know you are always angry with me for my own good. I will never make you angry again, mom, I love you! " I went out of the room and got up the courage to give it to my mother. Then I ran into the room and stole a look at my mother. My mother was surprised and shed tears with excitement. It turns out that a strong mother is so easily moved.

I swear, I must let my mother live a good life, stop feeling sorry for me and worry about me.

My mother is a farmer. She is too ordinary to recognize as soon as she walks into the crowd. My mother made me feel her love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.

There are two girls in my family. When my sister was born, my father felt a little hopeful. When another girl came to this home, my father was completely relieved.

When I was about 9- 10 years old, my parents had to fight once or twice a month. I don't know why I am young. When I grew up, when I was 12 years old, when my mother told me, all kinds of resentment and hatred immediately stayed in my heart forever: why am I not a boy?

Although I am not a boy, I don't blame anyone. It's not his fault that dad likes boys, it's my fault. Although I have a father who likes boys, I have a mother who loves me. Mother's love makes me feel the warmth of sunshine, the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of clear spring. I remember one time, my mother was ill and couldn't even stand up, let alone cook and do housework.

On the first day, my father came back late and my mother was hungry. I heated the rice, put it on the kang table and ate it with my mother. My mother couldn't even sit up. I helped her to lie down at once. I couldn't bear to see the illness haunting my mother and refusing to leave. I kept quiet when I saw that my mother couldn't eat.

I went to my mother and fed her. My mother saw that I was so sensible, and tears came out of her eyes. I hugged my mother. Only then did I realize how important my mother was in my life.

A few days later, my mother saw me so pitiful that she escaped from the underworld. Mom can cook, but she still can't. My mother fainted after a few steps. When I saw her, she was as weak as grass in the rain, and I cried sadly again.

A few days later, my mother stood up with tenacious will. I also showed a bright smile.

I will study hard in the future and repay my parents when I grow up. Let my father know that girls also have a tenacious side.

Ah! Mother, you are the most beautiful, greatest, noblest and most respectable mother in Shibu! ! !

The fickle mother's face is like that of her father-in-law in summer, sometimes gentle and sometimes angry. Mom is okay, but this "fickle" face is not good, and I will change without any preparation. Come and experience it! For example:

Once, I got a score of 100 in the exam. I secretly ran home triumphantly and quickly showed my mother the paper with a score of 100. My mother took my test paper and saw the teacher write "100 points" in red, with a satisfied smile on her face and a surprise in her eyes.

Another time, I got a 56 because of carelessness and panicked. I thought I would be scolded by my mother when I went home this time. After school, I walked sadly on my way home, thinking: should I tell my mother this score? If I do, I'll be a little sad tonight. I'm sure I've never eaten such a delicious meal, and there's still the possibility of not eating it. But if I don't say it, I will be a dishonest child ... thinking about it and coming to the door unconsciously. I knocked on the door and it opened. Mom's first sentence was "How was the exam today?" I said, "not so good". After that, I slowly took the test paper out of my schoolbag and showed it to my mother.

Mother shouted, "Fifty-six points, failed." At this time, my mother's face suddenly became gloomy, just like a chameleon. Eyes full of anger. Mom said loudly, "Last time I got a hundred points in the exam, I praised you, and your tail was up.". Not letting you have dinner today will make you remember for a long time. " "Say that finish into the room, I also depressed back to my room to do my homework, still have to accept the pain of not eating.

I love this "fickle" mother, because I know that her face change is all love for me!

My mother is like the same color, changing around. Let me tell you something about my mother's discoloration.

One morning, my mother woke me up A fly, it's already 6: 50. It's almost time to get up. I lay in bed and refused to get up. Once you fly, there will be no breakfast unless you get up. I think: there is breakfast at school, I don't eat it. When my mother saw that I couldn't get up, a lion roared and ordered me to get up: get up quickly and be careful. I said, I get up late. Mother is like an angry tiger, her eyebrows stand up, her eyes are like two bells, and she makes an earth-shattering sound, as if a worker had pushed down a mountain and shouted, If she doesn't get up, she will get ten lashes. I have to get up slowly, get dressed, brush my teeth and wash my face.

It's time for breakfast. As soon as I saw a hamburger with meat and a glass of milk, I wolfed it down and said, it's delicious, it's delicious! My mother saw me and said with a smile, eat slowly and don't choke.

It is time to go to school. My mother nags: listen carefully in class, answer more questions, and remember to be incoherent in homework. I'm getting a little impatient. I put my hand over my ear. My mother saw me covering my ears and roared, I said it was for your own good. You don't want to hear it. Look at the people in the street and say no to you. So I let go of my hand. When my mother saw me let go, she said kindly, yes. Did someone tell you? I nodded my head.

After returning home at noon, my mother's discoloration began again. My mother sat next to me and watched me do my math homework. Suddenly she roared: this 6 is not like 6, and 7 is not like 7. What did you write? Rewrite! It turned out that my mother was angry again, so I had to rewrite it. Mom said happily again, it's time to remember!

After returning home in the afternoon, the color changed even more. The first double quotation mark is 6! The last double quotation mark is 9! Write double quotes 20 times. After I finished writing it 20 times, my mother read it and said happily, yes.

My mother's color-changing story can't be finished in three days and nights. No, it's changing color again! alas

My mother is not as beautiful as a star. Like thousands of ordinary mothers in Qian Qian, she has an ordinary face and a simple smile, but in my heart, she is the most beautiful.

My mother is kind. I remember one time, it rained heavily and my mother walked home with an umbrella. Suddenly, she saw a faltering grandfather in front of her, with wet hair. Mother handed the umbrella to the old man without hesitation, but rushed into the rain and got soaked when she came home. I'm really worried that she will catch a cold. My mother smiled and said to me, "It is happy to help others!" "At this point, in my heart, she is like a gentle and kind sheep.

My mother is sometimes very strict, and my father often calls her "Tiger Mother". Although she often laughs, she looks very serious when I do my homework, which is completely different from usual. She always sits next to me with a ruler. When I bend down unconsciously, my mother compares my back with a ruler and makes me sit up straight. When I was attracted by the excitement outside the door and began to look around, my mother knocked on the desktop with a ruler. I immediately came to my senses and did my homework seriously. It is precisely because of my mother's strict requirements that I have developed the habit of relaxing and entertaining after completing all my study tasks.

Mom is still very hardworking. She gets up early every morning, and when I am still asleep, she has already started to prepare a big breakfast for me. And there is no repeated breakfast almost every day. Eating my mother's loving breakfast, I also started an energetic day. After I left school, she began to wash clothes, tidy the room and clean the floor ... as busy as a top. I wear my mother's clean clothes every day, just like a happy bird. Sometimes I can't help thinking silently, my mother is like a hardworking little bee!

This is my mother, my favorite mother!

The ever-changing mother composition 7 The afterglow of the sunset is scattered on campus, stepping on fallen leaves and walking out of the campus.

Today, I am in a good mood because I got 100 in the English exam. I really want to run to my mother at once. There must be an excited little girl in her eyes. But on second thought, Doby she.

In the crowd that picked up the children, I saw my mother at a glance and ran over at once.

"Baby, are you tired?" My mother smiled, holding the bag in one hand and pulling me in the other.

I pretended to be sad and whispered, "Mom ... Mom, I didn't ... I didn't learn English well today, so I ... took the exam ..."

"Come on, how many points?"

"Eight ... eight ... eighty-five points."

"What? It's only eighty-five points. I think your skin itches? " My mother violently shook off my hand, and her face suddenly turned sunny to cloudy, and soon it was covered with dark clouds. "Look at you. You're so sad these days. You'll be damned if you do well in the exam!"

"I'm sorry, mom." I grabbed my mother's hand and spoiled. "Mommy, don't be angry! Ok? "

"What's the use of this score to say sorry?" My mother's voice rose eight degrees, and she shook my hand again.

Looking at my mother's blue face with anger, I lowered my head, covered my mouth and secretly smiled: "Have you been cheated?" I got 100! "

Mom was overjoyed at once: "I told you, you can't get that score!" " Come on, give you a five-minute extended hug. "Hold me tightly in your arms when you talk." Mom, you really turn your face faster than turning pages! "I whispered.

Lying in my mother's arms, I was lost in thought: Why do parents care so much about their children's grades? Are scores really that important? ...

I let out a long sigh in the cool autumn wind.

Water is the most lovely member of nature. Put her in a round container and she will become round. Put her in a square container and she will become a square! Mother water is very gentle and her arms are soft, but when mother water is angry, you will sleep in her arms forever! I had such a personal experience when I was eight years old, and I will never forget it.

That summer vacation, I went to my grandmother's house to play. My cousin is very happy to see me. She asked me, "I want to swim in the stream with my friends." Do you want to go? " I cheered and said, "Go! Let's go I like playing with water best! " We came to the stream, and the elder sister suggested that everyone should take part in the swimming competition and swim across the stream before others. My cousin and I can't swim, so our sister who can swim carries us behind her back. When I swam to the middle of the river, one of my elder sister's shoes fell off. Sister put me on a big stone next to me, and my shoes were just not far from this stone. I want to put my foot out to hook my shoes. Elder sister reminded me: "Be careful, the water is deep here!" " "This aroused my curiosity. I want to see how deep the water is. I sat on a stone and tried it. The water reached my thigh, but I still didn't touch the bottom. I want to try again. Suddenly, I slipped down. I always feel that the whole person is sinking, and the water fills my mouth, eyes, nose and ears. I struggled desperately, but the more I struggled, the heavier I became. Fortunately, those elder sisters who can swim are not far from me. By the time they pulled me out of the water, my stomach was bulging and I didn't know how much water I had drunk. After that, I never dared to swim by the stream again.

Students, you should also take a warning. Don't play alone by the river, stream or mountain pond. If you want to swim, you must be led by an adult. In case of drowning accident, children should not rush into the water to save people, but shout loudly and wait for adults to save them.

Mother water is gentle and cruel, which makes people happy and worried. Dear students, please stay away from dangerous waters for the safety of our lives!

My mother, in her thirties, is of medium build and looks very thin, with black hair and big watery eyes. As the saying goes, "the sky in June is like a doll's face." But I think my mother is more like a day in June.

A mother who flew into a rage

One day, my mother came back from the parent-teacher conference, kicked my bedroom door angrily, then called me to the living room and showed me all the evidence of my "crime". After reading it, I knew that my mother would criticize me again today.

Sure enough, my mother taught me for more than half an hour. After I was attacked by saliva for half an hour, I was sent to the corner to think.

Alas! My mother is not only furious, but also nagging than Tang Priest. I have a headache when I read the "hoop curse"

Naughty mother

I had a whole day of class yesterday, and I was exhausted. My mother saw me lazy and said, "You don't have to go to school tomorrow." After listening to this, I jumped three feet high happily and didn't go to wash until eleven o'clock in the evening. When I was lying in bed, I was too excited to sleep at the thought of playing all day tomorrow. Thinking about it, my eyelids began to fight up and down.

The next day, my mother woke me up on time and whispered, "Get up quickly!" " It's time for school. "

In an instant, my dream was shattered. I shouted, "Mom, you said yesterday that I didn't have to go to school today. Let me have a good sleep! " "

Mom added, "What, you don't have to go to school. Yesterday was April Fool's Day! " "

The beauty I imagined turned out to be an April Fool's joke. I dare not delay any longer. I got up in a hurry and went to school in a hurry, thinking, "Is mom still a child in her thirties?" Naughtier than me. "

This is my fickle mother. Sometimes she is like this, sometimes she is like that, but no matter how changeable my mother is, I will always love her.

My mother is a fickle person, and her face turns faster than turning pages. One minute I criticized you with a cold face, and the next I smiled at others. Please listen to me tell the story of my fickle mother!

A stern mother

I did badly in an exam. When I got home, I fled to the house lightly, but I still didn't escape my mother's questioning: How was the math exam? I was stunned first, and then carefully answered: 68 points ... When I said the score, my heart thumped and I smelled gunpowder. "What's the matter with you? Did you do so badly in the exam, or were you careless again? I'll do the math problem in a minute ... "Amid my mother's barrage of reproaches, I fled into the room in frustration.

A gentle mother

Mother's gentleness is generally reflected in front of outsiders and is very kind. I remember once, a guest came to our house with a child. Mom is like a different person. The smile on her face, not fade away. She brought food and drinks to the guests and kept saying, "Help yourself, baby!" " "When the guests were leaving, the mother reluctantly touched the child's hand and said," Baby, come to my aunt's house next time! ""and put a lot of snacks in the bag for him to take away ... my heart is ten thousand! Don't call me selfish, it's obvious that my mother is not so good to me!

Crying mother

My mother has always liked watching TV dramas that make people cry. One night, a TV series showed a clip of a mother and son who had just reunited after years of separation. I was moved to hear my mother sobbing in a low voice. I quickly took out a piece of paper and handed it to my mother. My mother's tears kept falling like broken beads. I wiped them with a paper towel. Her red eyes are very uncomfortable.

Mom, this series of changes makes me at a loss. Although she is always strict with me, now that I have grown up, I gradually understand my mother's conscience-she is mean to me in order to make me study hard and become a promising child!

Mom, I want to say to you: your severity has made me understand hard work; Your tenderness makes me feel warm; Your tears make me feel distressed!

I love you forever, mom!

The fickle mother's composition 1 1 I have known her for nine years. I have to say that she is a very fickle person.

She looks white and tender, wears beige glasses and looks very ladylike. But she is an out-and-out woman, as heroic and brave as Mulan whose father joined the army in ancient times-walking in the "eight steps" that ordinary girls dare not think of, and the hair on her arms is almost as long as that of a boy. Seeing that several male students who like to bully girls bully others, she rolled up her sleeves and hit them.

Sometimes, she will become a cute little girl who loves to be cute. Once, several good friends fought together and imitated the meowing of a kitten. Her voice is crisp and lovely, which makes everyone miss Doby. First, little z takes the lead. Little Z playfully touched her head and said with a smile, "Kitty, come and give her master a smile!" " "Instead of being angry, she narrowed her eyes, rubbed into Z's arms, raised her cat's paw and scratched Z's armpit. Later, when I saw you, I stood there, afraid that I would be jealous. I rushed over to me and grabbed my head and pinched my nose, as if she was really an innocent cat cub, which made me laugh and cry.

At the same time, she is also a good girlfriend who is cruel to me. Every time I chat with her, she keeps blackmailing me: "Are you greedy and getting fat recently?" "Hey, you really came out with dark circles ..." "Don't stare at me with such sad eyes, it's so ugly!" In fact, when I am with my best friend, I am usually a chatterbox, but only when I am with her … she talks too fast to keep up!

That's who she is! I am in junior high school. I hope her fickle personality remains the same!

My mother is not tall, but her watery eyes are full of spirits, as if she could see everything. She is gentle and amiable and smiles at everyone, but she is strict with me and always looks at me with a frown.

I remember once, when I came home from school, after four rounds of "reconnaissance", I found that my mother was not at home, so I read comics openly. Just as I was reading it with relish, suddenly there was a "creak", which was my mother's door opening sound. My secret passage is not good. After a panic, I quickly put down the comic book, quickly took out my homework and pretended to write calmly. My mother came in and saw me doing my homework seriously. She said softly, "Very serious! Have you finished your homework? " My face turned red, and I replied hesitantly, "I've finished it …" My mother's "psychic" eyes only glanced at my homework and saw through my little trick. The gentle voice instantly turned into a "lion roar": "How many times have I said, ah, finish your homework first, don't read casually ..." I was too scared to go out, nodded and apologized, and never dared again, just to avoid "bullets". Afterwards, my mother taught me softly: "It is the father's fault that my son doesn't teach." Only when parents are strict with their children can they help them grow up. Have priorities, and learn to finish the important things first, instead of doing whatever you want. "Mother's words swept my heart like spring breeze, moistened me like drizzle, and made me unforgettable for a long time. ...

This is my mother, my fickle good mother. She gave me life and accompanied me to grow up. This is the beginning of my life and the return of my love.

The fickle mother composition 13 says that "a child with a mother is like a treasure", but I think a child with a mother is like grass. My mother is a changeable person, one moment she becomes a soul torturer, the other a psychotherapist, leaving you at a loss.

I remember once, I was playing in the living room and accidentally broke a vase. I was scared, so I quickly picked up a broom to break the glass and put it in a black bag. I went back to my room and pretended to do my homework, but I kept thinking: Will my mother find out about this? If I get caught, I'm finished! In the evening, my mother came back. When she went to the living room, she found something missing from the coffee table.

Mother picked up a piece of paper on the ground and threw it into the trash can. She found glass fragments in her bag and went to my room to ask me what was going on. When my mother saw that I was doing my homework, she deliberately said, "The sun is rising in the west. What a nice day!" " ! Daughter, I think there seems to be something missing from the coffee table, but I can't remember. Can you help me think about it? "I was surprised and said falteringly," huh? Is it? I ... I didn't ... I didn't notice. " Mom said, "then come and have a look with me!" " Hearing this sentence, my heart thumped, but I had to bite the bullet and watch it with my mother. After a long time, I whispered, "It seems that there is nothing missing! "Mom said," I think a vase is missing. " My mother found it. Because of my mistake, I had to eat a piece of "fried pork slices with shredded bamboo".

Mother is not only like a soul torturer, but also like a psychotherapist. I remember once, I didn't do well in the exam, and I was sad and scared. But instead of scolding me, my mother burned my favorite carrot to encourage me. She also cheered me up and restored my confidence. I'm flattered

Tell me, is my mother fickle?

Fickle mother composition 14 Father loves mountains and mother loves water, yes, mother love is the greatest love in the world!

Although my mother works hard, she works hard and struggles. She is kind, kind and beautiful. My mother is the greatest in my heart and the greatest in the world.

I remember an exam in the fifth grade, and my grades were very poor, with only over 70 points. I went home to accept my father's punishment, but my mother came back. She looked at my score and said, "Did you try your best?"

"I tried my best." I said gloomily.

"Well, go and do your homework, and write your words well in the future. Many of your questions are lost because of improper words. " My mother comforted me.

Tears of regret twinkled in my eyes. In fact, I didn't understand many questions, so I wrote them badly, even making people unable to see them clearly. I hoped to muddle through, but I didn't expect it. ...

Thank you, mom. You don't care about other things like your father, but you look at my mistakes and analyze the reasons for my mistakes. Thank you for healing the trauma of a child's heart. My mother is kind.

Another time, when we came home from Xi 'an and got off the bus, a beggar begged from us, but I remember my father said that beggars used to be real beggars, and now people want to get something for nothing, so 80% are fake beggars. I dragged my mother away, but her mother took out 10 yuan and handed it to the beggar. I whispered, "Mom, why did you give it to him? Maybe he is a fake beggar! " "

"Thanks to your compassion, if you give them some money, we won't starve to death. They may have one meal instead of the next." Mom said with a smile.

After a while, I saw him in a bakery with a little boy beside him. The beggar traded some bread for the little boy. I was very moved and said to my mother, "Mom, I want to donate some money to them."

Mother said, "Go ahead."

I rushed over and gave my only 5 yuan money to the beggar and my mother. She smiled. My mother is kind.

Mom, you are a big tree, and I am the grass under your feet. You have taught me many life truths. You are the greatest person in my heart. I will repay you well when I grow up. Thank you, Mom!