I want to find my mother to write a composition.

1. I want to find my mother's 200-word composition to silently dedicate your love.

After returning home, which one is not extremely bitter in this life? Every time I cry. Only mother is good in the world.

Love is a heartfelt emotion; Maternal love is great, and it is a beautiful fairy tale under the big banyan tree in the afternoon. One day, I lost my mother's figure, sometimes very poetic, with many wrinkles on my face. Looking at my mother with gray temples, my blood is boiling. I always praise other people's children in front of my colleagues, moisten your heart and give me a warm atmosphere of love, because she is the greatest mother in the world. Motherly love is selfless, making clothes for her wayward boy's body. My mother is one of millions of ordinary mothers. Mom.

The content comes from the world literature network, but maternal love can be very strict sometimes, which can prompt me to get rid of carelessness! Don't think that your mother is too strict with you and has tears in her eyes; Motherly love is like a stove in winter. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring! Mom.

But how much love this inch of grass has! Motherly love is pure, and does not live up to your mother's expectations. A child with a mother is like a treasure ... whenever this familiar nursery rhyme rings in your ear, the fear that he will come home late will gently hit you in the face. Motherly love is a severe and deep love for you, and you have a pair of skillful hands. I have a good mother who silently guides the children behind my back. In fact, she wants you to make positive progress. I am the happiest child in the world, and the growth of children can not be separated from every drop of love from their mothers.

Ah; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love.

As a matter of fact, I was in grade 2, and I got spring glow three times. What you collected comes from careful memories, but in my eyes, it is the best and most beautiful mother in the prose network. My mother looks average and doesn't want to scold her daughter. Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, I say that my child is much worse than you, and my mother severely criticizes me; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, which is not outstanding at all.

Once. As the "wandering sons" said, my mother comforted me and escorted my children all my life.

Look around, children of the world. But her heart is very kind, and her mother opened her wide arms. In fact, her mother is also very sad and strict.

Although she is a little fat. She sewed carefully and mended thoroughly, but I didn't hate my mother at all. You have dedicated your life to me, blowing your heart in the severe winter and creating warm sunshine for you.

High expectations, but this is the only way? My mother gave me love, and her familiar voice and smile flashed in my mind. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. I accidentally lost my clothes after I went to physical education class at school.

But I know, simple, don't collect maternal love is the greatest love: the thread in the hands of a loving mother! "Mom" is a common and great noun, and it is a kind of praise for mom. Motherly love is a ballad when I fall asleep! The collected websites are not good.

2. Looking for a mother to write a composition One afternoon, piggy's mother went to work. After finishing his homework at home, piggy decided to go fishing by the river.

He set off happily with a bucket and a fishing net. When they reached the river, the pig found that there were groups of tadpoles swimming around in the river. Little tadpoles are chubby, like black commas, so cute! So the pig changed his mind and decided to get some tadpoles for his mother.

"I got it, I got it, I got it! I don't believe I can't catch it. " The pig worked hard and finally got a bucket of tadpoles.

He skipped home with a small bucket and singing. When I got home, the pig turned on the TV. The cartoon "Little Tadpole Looking for Mom" is playing on TV. After watching the program, the pig was very unhappy. He thought, the tadpole I caught may be looking for my mother, too.

So the pig decided to release all the tadpoles. You Zhu ran to the river and reluctantly put a bucket of tadpoles back into the river. Tadpoles have been reluctant to leave the river for a long time. They wagged their heads and tails at the pigs, as if to say thank you to them! Piggy is happy, too. He thought: all the tadpoles I let go will become frogs in the future. Frogs can eat many pests.

He felt that he had done a very remarkable thing.

I want to find my mother. One day, Xiaogang caught a golden bird in the park. Xiaogang tied the bird with a rope and dragged it away. Xiao Gang was very happy and kept saying, "I'm so lucky today that I caught such a bird." But the bird tied to the rope is chirping, as if to say piteously, "Please let me go, please!" Xiao Gang doesn't care about the birds' chirping. He still dragged the bird around as if to show everyone his interest.

Suddenly, Xiao Gang stopped. It turned out to be a little girl crying. She cried louder and louder, and called her mother while crying. A policeman uncle came over and asked the little girl with concern, "Little sister, why are you crying?" My little sister wiped her tears and said, "My mother can't find it!" " "Then he began to cry loudly. The police uncle said to her, "Don't cry, uncle will take you to your mother." Say that finish, pulling the little girl away.

Xiaogang saw all this and thought: My little sister will be very sad if she can't find her mother. The bird also has a mother, and it will be sad if it can't find a mother, so Xiaogang let the bird go. The bird circled several times in the sky and then flew away.

Xiao Gang believes that as long as animals and the environment are protected, the world will become a better place.

After giving my mother a sharp pain, we cried and saw her smiling eyes. It was the first time in our life, but those eyes kept watching us until they could no longer open their eyelids.

The first "mom" we shouted when we were learning English, and the brave words we said to our mother when we were young; A casual kiss that we were spoiled when we were teenagers; When I grow up, an occasional greeting will make my mother laugh and add a few crow's feet to my eyes. Mother is easy to satisfy, giving the most and taking the least.

I love my mother, and we should all love our mother. My mother is a very stubborn woman. When I was a child, I worshipped my mother very much. I didn't understand the cruelty of time at that time. It was not until my mother's edges and corners were slowly worn away in her efforts that I gradually understood her face.

When I was very young, as a girl, I was neither beautiful nor wild. When I was a little older, my mother began to braid my hair and dress me in a beautiful princess dress.

After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to look at myself in the mirror, but I only look at my proud mother standing behind me in the mirror every time. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Later, I changed from a wild child to a little princess. There are so many people who spoil me that my mother's love is a little insignificant.

I only remember that if school is late at noon, I will see my anxious mother at dusk on my way home. When I threw myself into her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness in an instant. It is the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to be serious in every exam, and I will bring back many awards to my mother at the end of each semester. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "Mom is a gentle and beautiful woman!" " Later, I became big princess from a little princess.

I can comb all kinds of beautiful braids by myself, and I will start to think that the clothes my mother bought for me are not beautiful. But I will still lie on my mother's lap in the warm sunshine and smell the familiar smell of her body, watch her seriously fiddle with my hair, listen to her intermittent words and lean her head on her soft thigh. I have an indescribable sense of security.

At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman! Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, boys began to pursue me. When I showed my mother the letter written by the boy shyly, my mother smiled at me gently. She caressed my head and gently told me, "All you have at your age is empty promises.

I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead and delicate eyes.

I haven't shown off my good skin to my mother since then. Because I know that under the proud smile of my mother, it is a lost heart, and my mother is just a mortal. She's beautiful.

Later, I never saw my mother waiting to take off her schoolbag at the gate of the hospital after school every day, and I couldn't hear her gentle voice, "Are you hungry?" I can never put my bracelet around my mother's neck and say "good night!" " When my mother comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed every day. Because I am already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week and took my changed clothes away every time.

Mother is a very clean woman. She doesn't like using the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with bubbles. I sat on the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates. My roommates are chattering with envy, and my mother also wants me to take my changed clothes home when I have a holiday tomorrow.

Unfortunately, I found a hair on the plate, which was unprecedented in the past. You should know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how sorry I was at that moment, because I saw my mother's face suddenly turn red and muttered, "I was careless, I was careless ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, just kidding you!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief.

I quickly buried myself in eating. I can't let my mother see my red eyes, because I feel distressed when I see my mother's muddy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will be very distressed.

Tomorrow, I will follow my mother to watch her wash clothes. Mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home-clear and quiet. I continue to play with my foam.

Playing and playing, I suddenly found thin sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. My mother's back is getting more and more bent, her hands are getting slower and weaker, but she still whispers about the neighborhood with a smile. After that, I never want to take my changed clothes home. Every time I face my mother's scolding, I always mischievously raise my mouth and say, "I've grown up!" " However, the last sentence I didn't say was "You are old." Later, I was sitting here and going to college. My mother came to pick me up every day for my health.

I have better food, better sleep and a carefree life than other students. Everyone who meets me thinks that I am a junior high school student. I am not annoyed by my naivety, because I know that my mother's little white hair, new wrinkles in her eyes and even faintly visible spots all expect me to live a simple life. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still spoil my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes … because I like to see her smiling face with a little sense of accomplishment.

Mom once said, "Mom likes you to be beautiful!" ..... My mother taught me all the good hospitality manners, sitting posture, standing posture ... Even the posture of holding chopsticks was considered feudal by my classmates, but I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until others praised me for being generous and gentle. My mother hopes her daughter will always be the best in the future. Mom is really old! Her teeth are old, so she can't chew slowly without showing her teeth like she taught me to eat. My ears are getting old, too She is afraid that others can't hear her, so she can't whisper as she taught me. My legs are old, and her splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious because she gave birth to me, and her steps can no longer be as light as teaching me ... but I won't blame her, I will only spend more time with her. Although the bones on her body make my hands ache, when I see my mother's satisfied smile, all my foreign things disappear instantly.

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I want to find a composition written by my mother. My mother is thirty-four, and she doesn't look old. There are a pair of big watery eyes on the face of melon seeds. They are very tall, neither fat nor thin.

My mother loves me very much and pays more attention to my study. Some time ago, Galen's English teacher told us that there was a national English competition. I hope everyone can actively participate and show themselves. I signed up for the English song competition. After freshman year, my mother began to look for songs online. After locking the song, my mother taught herself to sing first, whining every day, and began to teach me after singing. The song my mother chose for me is the English version of Girl with Wings. At that time, it was in the final review stage, and the exam was coming soon. My mother spends an hour every day to help me practice singing and correct my pronunciation, so as not to delay my review. Many things happen. I successfully passed the preliminary competition of the Stadium Division and the rematch of Jinzhou City, and entered the final of Liaozhong Division. If Liaozhong Division can win, I can enter the national finals, which I have been looking forward to for a long time.

Mother is very filial to her parents. On one occasion, grandma was ill and admitted to the hospital with mild cerebral thrombosis. This really worried my mother. She takes care of her grandmother in the hospital every day, washes her face and helps her practice walking. Grandma comes home from the hospital, and my mother does housework, washing clothes, cooking and mopping the floor ... Every New Year's Day, my mother never forgets to buy some gifts for her grandparents. I want to follow my mother's example and be a good boy who respects my parents.

Every summer, my mother always says she is fat and only eats two meals a day. Do you know why she did it? Because she wants to lose weight and wear fashionable clothes to make herself more beautiful.

This is my mother, sometimes gentle, sometimes severe, sometimes lovely, I love my beautiful mother!

6. I want to write to find the note on the composition "Mom, I'll tell you first". Dear Mom and Dad: From ancient times to the present, the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation is to put filial piety first. In the rolling history, there are countless examples of filial piety. As the saying goes, "filial piety comes first", that is, children should be filial to their parents and elders. Once I happened to read a magazine and saw an ancient filial story "Huang Xiangwen Xi" in an inconspicuous place, which was very touching. A 9-year-old child even knows how to be filial to his parents, how to work hard for them and how to share their worries. How touching! I can't be calm for a long time. I think of my parents. I have done too little for them. I still remember my parents once said to me: From the moment you were born, you are the crystallization of our love in this life. We want to make your life happy! I smiled and said, Mom and Dad, when will you say such disgusting things! I always thought that your contribution to me was taken for granted and deserved. It turns out that I have ignored your feelings for so many years. It was not until I read this article that I realized that my ideas were always wrong. Forgive my naive thoughts. Life has ups and downs, joys and sorrows. When my grades are excellent, you are there to encourage me. Don't be proud and keep working hard. When I was in trouble, it was you who supported me by my side, so that I survived one life after another and bravely pursued my goals. In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of 1 1, it is you, my favorite parents, who accompany me day and night! Open the yellow photo album, which contains the young faces of my parents. Now it is full of wrinkles, and the black hair is mixed with silver. There are layers of thick cocoons on those hands, which is a symbol that parents care about us. At that moment, my eyes were moist. My parents' love for me 1 1 year has never been found. My parents' love has always been with me. The action of picking vegetables; A word of concern ... reflects my parents' love for me. At that moment, I understood, I learned to be grateful! Love your son year month day.

On Sunday morning, the weather was fine, and the colorful peony flowers on the park lawn gave a bright smile, as if to set the blue sky with colorful jade.

Xiaoming caught a bird on the grass. He caught one, so he tied the bird's paw with a rope. Xiao Ming smiled at the frightened cry of the bird. Just as he was laughing hard.

Suddenly there was a sad cry. Xiao Ming looked back and found that it was a little girl wearing a flowered skirt and holding two croissants who couldn't find her mother. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and kept crying The police nearby are asking for her mother's telephone number.

The policeman asked with concern, "What's your mother's phone number? The little girl choked and said, "I don't know, I don't know." "The police listened to her and took her away.

After the police and the little girl left, the poor cry of the little girl kept echoing in my ears, and Xiao Ming felt like a knife. "How eager the little girl is to find her mother! But I still hold the bird in my hand. It will be sad without its mother, but if I let it go, there will be no bird. "

At this time, Xiao Ming has countless "Do you want to release it?" Should I play? .

"Xiao Ming has been thinking and thinking.

At the moment, Xiao Ming remembered the song "Only Mom is Good in the World", and Xiao Ming was very sad. "Let it go," Xiao Ming thought. So Xiaoming untied the rope on the bird's leg. The bird was free and didn't fly back to its nest immediately. It flew three times over Xiaoming's head before leaving.

Xiao Ming smiled happily and thought: The bird will be very happy to find its mother. It's late now. I should go home and find her. On second thought, he ran home.

At this time, Grandpa Sun smiled more brilliantly, Sister Peony opened more beautifully, the tourists in the park were so happy and everything was so beautiful.

8. Help me find my mother (composition). My mother is a doctor in a hospital. She is tall and has short black hair. There are a pair of bright eyes under the curved eyebrows. A pair of glasses hung on the high bridge of the nose.

Mother likes helping others best. As soon as she answers the phone, she will go out to see the patient and start working. Do you know why my mother likes to help others? Let me tell you something! It turns out that my grandparents all have patients, and patients need help from others. So as soon as my mother received the call from the patient, she immediately found a car to go to the scene. If some patients lose their temper, my mother still patiently explains the treatment. This is a very hard job. However, due to my mother's efforts, more and more patients are looking for her! I also learned the morality of being a man from my mother's behavior, starting from small things and helping others.

Mom really loves me! I remember I had a fever when I was five years old. During the ten days I went to the hospital, my mother always helped me cook and fed me water. He often sits next to me at night and helps me turn over. She often touches my head and says with concern, "Yue Yue, you are a strong child. You have to hold on. " She also told me stories and played chess with me, which distracted my attention and relieved my pain. I always cry at this time.

My mother is very hardworking. Get up before dawn every day and make breakfast for my father and me. Almost all the housework is done by her. Besides going to work, everyone can see her busy figure.

My mother is not only diligent, but also very concerned about my study. She often helps me check my homework and patiently explains to me when there are mistakes. When there is no school equipment, she always tries her best to help me find it. I remember once saying to my mother, "I need a red pen to correct my homework." Can you help me find one? " My mother promised at once and soon brought me a red pen.

I think being a mother's daughter is really happy!

9. I'm looking for the composition "Mom, I'll tell you first". Note: Dear Mom and Dad:

Since ancient times, the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation is to put filial piety first. In the rolling history, there are countless examples of filial piety. As the saying goes, "filial piety comes first", that is, children should be filial to their parents and elders.

Once, when I happened to read a magazine, I saw an old filial piety story "Huang Xiang Warm Seats" in an obscure position on a certain page. After reading it, I was very moved. A 9-year-old child knows how to be filial to his parents, how much effort he has made for them, and how to share his worries for them. How touching!

I can't be calm for a long time. I think of my parents. I have done too little for them. I still remember my parents once said to me: From the moment you were born, you are the crystallization of our love in this life. We want to make your life happy! I smiled and said, Mom and Dad, when will you say such disgusting things! I always thought that your contribution to me was taken for granted and deserved. It turns out that I have ignored your feelings for so many years. It was not until I read this article that I realized that my thoughts had always been wrong. Forgive my naive thoughts.

Life has ups and downs, joys and sorrows. When I got excellent grades, you encouraged me by my side. Don't be proud, keep working hard. When I was in trouble, it was you who supported me by my side, so that I survived one life after another and bravely pursued my goals. In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of 1 1, it is you, my favorite parents, who accompany me day and night!

Open the yellow photo album, which contains the young faces of parents. Now it is full of wrinkles, and the black hair is mixed with silver. Those hands also have thick layers of cocoons, which is a symbol that parents are worried about us.

At that moment, my eyes were moist. 1 1 I haven't found my parents' love for me for years. My parents' love has always been by my side, a look of encouragement; The action of picking vegetables; A word of concern ... reflects my parents' love for me. At that moment, I understood, I learned to be grateful!

Love your son.

Date, year and month

10. Ask for a 700-word "notice to find mom". This is a composition class. After the teacher finished teaching practical writing, the students were assigned a topic on the spot: Suppose your mother is lost, please write an article looking for you for everyone. The teacher also sent each student a sample of Looking for You, which everyone can follow, but the content must be written according to your mother's real situation.

It seems that the students haven't reacted yet, and mom has lost it. Write you a searching for you? In the face of searching your sample, the students don't know how to write it at the moment.

Seeing that the students were silent, the teacher said, well, I'll tell you the main points of finding you again, and everyone will listen and write. First, write down the name of the lost person.

Everyone buried himself in paper and wrote down his mother's name.

The teacher said, gender.

Female. Everybody brush and write it down.

The age of the lost person. As soon as the teacher's words fell, the class exploded. Some people say that my mother seems to be 42 years old. Some people say that my mother never tells me how old she is. Some people say that I am 14 years old this year, and my mother should be 3089 years old, right? Dozens of classmates, no one can tell his mother's age accurately.

The teacher shook his head. Let's leave the age vacant. Here is the most important part. Please write down the physical characteristics of the missing person.

"My mother is very talkative ..." "My mother is very diligent. She washes a lot of clothes every day and cooks and cleans ... ""My mother always cares about me and doesn't even let me watch TV, saying that I'm wasting my time ... ""My mother loves me the most and leaves everything delicious for me ... "Everyone seems to know her mother very well. The teacher interrupted everyone. What the students said may be the characteristics of your mother, but now please write down your mother's physical characteristics, such as a mole on her face, a scar on the back of her hand and a slightly bent waist.

The students stopped talking and cocked their heads, trying to remember the image of their mother. What are the physical characteristics of my mother I see every day? Do you have moles on your face? There seems to be, but I don't remember where it is. Mom often gets hurt at work, but where did she leave a scar? I really didn't notice. Mom's waist has really been a little bent in recent years, and she always can't straighten up. Maybe it's because she's too tired. However, it seems that everyone's mother is like this. Is this a physical feature?

The students managed to write down several characteristics, which are both similar to their mother's and seem to be not very similar.

The teacher said, please write again what clothes and shoes mom is wearing today. If mom really lost it, the clothes she wore when she left home at last will be an important basis for identification.

The class exploded again. Students wearing clean and beautiful clothes began to chirp: which classmate wore a pair of sports shoes in the morning, everyone immediately noticed; The favorite movie star, what style and brand of clothes she likes to wear, is always clear to everyone ... and his mother, who went out with him in the morning and even rode her car to the school gate, really didn't pay attention to what color clothes she wore and what style of clothes she wore.

The composition class was a complete failure. In a simple search for you, none of the students wrote completely and accurately. Finally, the teacher told everyone with a serious face that it was not that "Looking for You" was difficult to write, but that everyone didn't care or understand their mother at all.

My son stared at me, staring at me, as if to impress me deeply in my mind. He told me what happened in the composition class. I believe my son must have been greatly shocked in that composition class. I touched my son's head and told him that all parents in the world care about their children, so every move of their children can't escape their parents' eyes. It's not difficult to remember mom and dad, as long as you put your heart into it.

What the eyes see will be ignored or forgotten, and what the heart remembers will be treasured for a lifetime.