The teacher once made a survey in the class. The content of the investigation is who remembers his mother's birthday. As a result, only three students know. Who washed mom's feet? None of them showed up. I was suddenly startled. Yes! I remember many gifts my mother bought me every birthday, such as toy cars, basketball and beautiful new clothes. But I don't even remember my mother's birthday, let alone say "happy birthday" to my mother. So the teacher assigned homework, that is, everyone helped her mother wash her feet once. When I came home at night, I said I would wash my mother's feet with a footbath. My mother was shocked. She has never enjoyed her son washing her feet! Mom said I didn't need to wash. She was very uncomfortable, but she didn't bother me. Looking at her thin feet, my heart is sour. I've wanted to live a comfortable life for so many years. I never thought about how much my mother suffered and how tired she loved, but I (reprinted from the first model network, please keep this mark. Sometimes it makes my mother angry. Really wrong!
Mom always remembers what we like to eat, but we never think about what mom likes to eat. Every time I think of this, I think of that scene.
I like sweet and sour fish best, and my mother often cooks it for me. Whenever I come home from school and see a sweet and sour fish on the table, I forget all my troubles and feel very happy at once. I think a piece of fat fish is really delicious in my mouth. A fish was quickly destroyed by me, leaving only the head. But I found that my mother and I are a perfect combination in eating fish. Because I like fish, and my mother likes fish heads. I didn't know until I grew up that my mother was reluctant to eat fish and always left me the best things. Whenever I think of these, my heart is sour.
Motherly love is a sunshine, which warms each of us selflessly. Motherly love is an umbrella, which will always hold up the sky of love for us. Feel maternal love, should I do something? Friends, let's move!
2. Write a detailed description of the mother Balzac said: "Only the details constitute the value of the work." Lee Joon once said, "There can be no works of art without details." True detail description is an important means to shape characters. The purpose of detail description is to make the article vivid, let the author see the true colors of people, and the scenery can give people a real feeling. So how can we write the details of the article? Generally, we can start with the following points:
First, choose typical details.
Details are the key to show the theme and soul of the article, so we must choose them well. Such as the portrait description in Kong Yiji:
He is tall, with a bluish white face, wrinkles often mixed with scars, and messy lotus leaves on his white beard. Although I am wearing a robe, it is dirty and torn. It seems that it hasn't been mended or washed for more than ten years.
This paragraph captures the typical details of "gown". Wearing a gown is a symbol of literati in the imperial examination era, and Kong Yiji's gown is "dirty and torn", which shows his poverty and highlights Kong Yiji's pedantry and numbness.
Second, mobilize all kinds of senses. Observe things carefully
To make the details vivid, we must mobilize our senses and observe things carefully. For example, the following paragraph writes flowers:
The crescent moon on the horizon exudes a faint glow and quietly sprinkles in the garden. In the dim moonlight, the colorful flowers and green leaves look dim during the day. At this time, a few newly blooming epiphyllum exudes a refreshing fragrance. Ah! There is another flower in bud. Will it bloom? I watched it for a long time, and suddenly, the bud moved ... Finally, a small hole was quietly opened at the tip of the bud, and then the small hole was slowly opened, and the petals were stretched and mined one by one. Fragments of flowers are carved like crystals, and even the veins of flowers can be clearly seen.
The author gave a detailed description of Epiphyllum. The whole process of texture, smell, color, grain and bud opening is exquisite and vivid, which makes people feel like they are in the scene.
Third, carefully temper the text.
In the description of details, we should choose the right words and carefully temper them to get twice the result with half the effort, and even convey the spirit in one word. For example, the words added in the following sentence are very appropriate:
He opened the door gently and squinted through it to see what I was doing.
(2) a gust of wind swept.
(3) The leaves on the tree floated all over the floor, and a leaf whirled in the rain and fell to the ground.
Fourth, clever use of rhetoric.
Clever use of rhetorical methods such as metaphor, personification, parallelism and exaggeration can enhance the vividness of language, turn abstraction into concreteness, and turn intangible into tangible. Such as Zhu Ziqing's description of spring rain:
Like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a rain line, it is densely woven, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof.
Another example is about a mother watching her child sleep:
Mom waited for a while and looked at me coldly. What kind of eyes was that! It was the first ray of sunshine in the morning stroking the delicate flowers, it was the tenderness of the spring breeze in March to the clear water, it was the reflection of the summer sunset on the tender willow, it was the attachment of the moonlight on the autumn night to the bamboo, and it was the dialogue between the winter sunrise and the grass!
Fifth, write details from different angles and at different levels.
The same detail can be considered from different angles and at different levels.
For example, I also wrote that the mother watched the child sleep. The above example is written from the perspective of the mother's eyes. We can also write from the perspective of "I" from another angle:
I opened my eyes slightly, and my mother was standing in front of my bed. She just stood there with a blanket in her hand and looked at me with waiting eyes. What kind of eyes are those! I suddenly have a strange feeling under the shining eyes. I seem to be a baby, sleeping soundly, moving my mother's face to happiness; After a while, I seemed to become a beautiful rose again, so excited that my mother couldn't help laughing; After a while, I seemed to become a colorful painting again, and my mother was so intoxicated that she enjoyed it there!
We can also use associations to write details. If you write a story about a mother watching her child sleep, you can associate it with the works of Shi Tiesheng, Turgenev, Bi Shumin and others, such as:
I opened my eyes slightly, and my mother was standing in front of my bed. She just stood there with a blanket in her hand and looked at me with waiting eyes. What kind of eyes are those! I have seen it in Shi Tiesheng's "I and Ditan", and my mother's eyes are silent blessings; I have seen quack quack quack quack quack quack in Turgenev's "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack quack, quack quack quack", and I have seen it in Bi Shumin's "My Five Samples". A mother's eyes are a treasure that cannot be abandoned!
You can also write details through the environment from different angles. Because the activities of the characters and the development of the plot must be in a certain environment, and the description of the environment when necessary is also a detail. For example:
The snow drifted all night, and the biting wind didn't give people a chance to stay, and the broken dead branches creaked in the snow. Morning in the country is so cold and quiet.
Composition is life. Observation is to pay attention to the details of life; Thinking should be inspired by the details of life. If you want to write a successful detailed description, you must observe life with keen sensibility, and then you can write a successful detailed description with the help of five methods: selecting typical details, mobilizing various senses, carefully honing words, skillfully using rhetoric and changing different angles.
Thank you for learning from yourself.
3. Change the details of my mother's composition and add some meanings.
O 1。 Xiao Yan rolled up his sleeves and rolled up his trouser legs. She moved slowly in the stream, raised her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if wearing a thousand-pound shoe.
She twisted her hat, hunched her back, lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and her hands seemed to be holding something. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right, and suddenly reached into the water with a small fish in her hand.
She picked up chopsticks, reached for brightly colored dishes, gently picked up a piece, put her left hand under the chopsticks, and followed them carefully. The veins stood out suddenly, and the veins stood out for a while.
She put the dish in her mouth carefully and tasted it carefully. Grandma stretched out her right foot and slipped into the shoe. Her muscular hands clung to the door frame and gently lifted her left foot. The tight foot is carefully inserted into the shoe mouth, and then plunged into it. Then she stomped a few times to make her feet comfortable and went out contentedly.
4, near, closer, the team leader finally came to his side, standing in front of him like Mount Tai, shouting: "Hand in homework, hand in homework!" He smiled "hey hey", his expression was so funny and mysterious. Suddenly, he plunged into it, broke away from the leader's arm like a slippery loach, and his feet ran away like oil. There is an old woman at the crossroads, with a slight hunchback and a fat figure, walking hard on the empty road with an umbrella.
The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward. 6. The young man ran well, running at a constant speed from the beginning.
He ran with his head held high like a pony: his stride was symmetrical, his stride frequency was compact, his pedaling was strong, and his waist was relaxed-the whole movement was elegant and elastic. 7. Xuan Shi's steps are even, his arms swing back and forth, and his steps are getting faster and faster. He leans forward as if he were going to fall, struggling to run forward quickly.
At the end of the race, she held her head high and stood out, and finally won the first prize. 8. In the first winter training of Lang Ping's volleyball career, the coaches began to give Lang Ping a "small stove".
Long-distance running-Lang Ping ran round and round the 400-meter track ... his head was swollen, his chest ached and his legs could not be lifted. Stop? Don't! The brain gives clear instructions and moves on ... Sweat has wet the hair into locks, and the sweat flows from the forehead to the mouth, which is bitter and astringent. How I want to lie on the runway at once and stretch my limbs to relax! Suddenly, a strange smile climbed up the corner of her mouth-she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always looked forward to tasting the taste of not jumping again, and now she really tasted it, bitter and astringent.
4. There are detailed descriptions and comments on the composition of maternal love. Looking at my mother's hand, I have many thoughts ... a pair of calluses, a pair of hands pushing a cradle, and a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and nostalgic.
Although I don't know how beautiful and touching my mother's hands were when she was young, and how delicate and delicate her fingers were, when I imagined that delicate and delicate fingers gently picked up a petal, the faint fragrance came, how nostalgic it was! But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. Rough skin is deeply imprinted on my mind.
Years and overwork, as well as getting up early and getting dark, are all my own fault! Blame yourself for not being a child, for not being filial to your mother, and for not knowing how to study hard! Looking at my mother's hand, I burst into tears. When I stumbled in the rough study, a pair of warm hands extended to me; When I shed tears because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder; When I was overwhelmed by the aura of victory, my hand patted my head gently.
I know-it's still my mother's hand. Looking at my mother's hand, I am no longer confused! My mother's love for me is irreplaceable by anyone. She nourishes and nurtures me, but I know she has nothing to pray for.
I will definitely repay my mother. And those sacred hands.
Mom's hand, how warm! She is like the sun in spring, warm, and she is like a stream in summer, cool! She is like the fruit of autumn, bringing joy to people, and she is like the fire in winter, bringing warmth to people. Ah! Mom's hand ... write your own comments.
From the moment we came to this world, my mother gave us infinite maternal love, which is an indispensable force in our lives, and what kind of person is my mother? My mother always cares about me in every way. She looked at me with encouraging eyes when I wrestled. When I am in trouble, solve the problem with me; When my exam results were poor, it was my mother who cheered me up with warm words; When I hesitated, my mother supported me.
This is the greatness of mother. I remember when I was 4 years old, I had a high fever of 4 1 degree, which caused convulsions. My mother was anxious and immediately picked me up and ran to the hospital. I vaguely saw my mother's anxious eyes and fainted.
When I woke up, it was the second day. I struggled to open my eyes as if I saw a strange face. Ah, why does my mother's beautiful face look so haggard overnight? It seems that I haven't rested all night. Thinking of this, I threw myself into my mother's arms and burst into tears.
Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. I have grown up, and I don't like clinging to my mother as much as I did when I was a child. Sometimes I play pranks. I have always felt that I have grown up and hate my mother's nagging, but she is not angry and still loves and cares about me as before.
Time is like relentless running water, which will make my memory as smooth as pebbles, but I will never forget it. On a sunny afternoon, my grandfather rode me to school. Suddenly, a motorcycle passed behind me. With a bang, the car suddenly fell to the ground. When my grandfather lifted me up and found my face covered with blood, he immediately called my mother. My mother drove anxiously and soon arrived at the scene. When my mother saw me, her tears kept falling. She was so anxious that she carried me to the car and took me to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mother quickly carried me into the emergency room regardless of the sweat and tears on her face. My mother saw the doctor cleaning my wound with alcohol and said with distress, "Baby, don't be afraid, be brave, mom is here!" " "And gently blow the wound for me.
I gritted my teeth, endured the pain and whispered to my mother, "I'm not afraid of anything with my mother!" " "After this incident, my love for my mother deepened! This is my mother, my dear mother. I thank my mother for giving me life and accompanying me to grow up.
6. Write 600 details of my mother's composition, my mother.
The thread in the loving mother's hand made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love did an inch of grass win? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother!
I'll give you another message, but don't tell my mother! My mother is a very talkative person, and her nagging is infected by my grandmother, but my mother is "shine on you is better than blue" and she is even more talkative than my grandmother! If I want to watch TV for a while after finishing my homework at the weekend, it will be a terrible crime for my mother. My mother will definitely tell me earnestly: "Xiao Ming, your mother is not forcing you to study, but you will graduate from primary school immediately and want to get into a good middle school. How can this work? " Go and read a book! ""Xiao Ming, I usually object to your watching TV at 62616964757a68696416fe4b893e5b19E3133330353566. What are you doing? Watch TV when you play chess and computer! "Wait, my ears are getting calluses, but my mother still talks endlessly. Sometimes I can't help but give my mother advice. My mother always looks at me helplessly: "Where have I been nagging?" "Every time I see her puzzled face, I can't speak.
For my study, my mother has always been a time system, that is, the amount of homework and time are stipulated, so that I must complete the task within such a time. Even if I finish it ahead of schedule, I will sit there and grind out the time even if I sit. This is my mother's attitude before, so her grades have improved rapidly! It's just that after I told her, it stopped. I still adopt my father's task system, that is, I don't specify the time, I only specify the task. As long as I finish and feel qualified, I'm finished!
My mother taught me to study hard since I was a child, and I always found her annoying when I was a child. Card I am a primary school student now, and I should be sensible. Mom is for me, because I want to study hard, and I hope I can get into a good high school. In the sixth grade, I just wanted to play, not study. However, during this summer vacation, I thought a lot. My mother was in poor health and needed exercise, but she gave up. She worked day and night for * * *, and got up at 5 o'clock in the morning to make breakfast for me. How difficult it is! I want to study hard for my mother's sake. There has been a power outage for one day in recent days, and the weather is very hot. When I came home for dinner at noon, I said, "It's so hot." Mom quickly picked up the fan and gave it to me. I was too excited to speak at that time. When I leave for a good meal, she often tells me: ride slowly, watch the car and study hard! "I nodded my head. Since I promised my mother to study hard, I should do it. There are also bits and pieces of getting along with my mother, and I can't finish talking for a day and a night. You should, too, so be obedient and don't live up to the hopes of teachers and parents. You should study hard.
Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? I love my mother!
7. About the composition of maternal love, there are details describing 1. Motherly love is a cool wind, a sunshade umbrella and a sweet kiss. With my growth, I have been feeling the deep maternal love with my heart.
I clearly remember that the school organized a summer camp for science and technology. At my insistence, my mother finally agreed to let me participate, because it was my first time to travel alone, and my mother naturally felt uneasy. Before leaving, my mother said to me, "Be careful when you go out to play! No matter where you go, you should follow the teacher closely and cover the quilt at night ... "A series of nagging has made me impatient and my heart has flown far away. When I got home, I agreed not to send my mother to the station, but when the bus started slowly, I clearly saw a vague and familiar figure with a pair of searching eyes in a corner of the station. ...
I still remember that after an exam, it was raining silently. I walked in the cold street and involuntarily put away my umbrella. The cold rain still hit me. I walked aimlessly forward; Today, I failed the exam. I want to wake myself up in the rain, watch my classmates walk and talk, and share the joy of finishing the exam. I'm very upset: I can't see other people's scores. How can I explain going home? I was soaked to the skin and went downstairs before I knew it. A man stood at the stairs, and the dim light reflected the familiar and anxious face: "Look at you, your clothes are soaked, why don't you take an umbrella?" My mother took the bag in my hand. "By the way, how was the exam?" "I ..." I swallowed, my mother paused, dragged me into the room, took out a towel to scrub me, and then took out the test paper. After seeing the score, I didn't have the loud scolding I was worried about, and I didn't have the cynicism I imagined. Instead, I patiently helped me analyze and find out the reasons for the mistakes until I fully understood them. Every word and sentence of the mother is permeated with the mother's encouragement and expectation for her children. I cried that day and made up my mind: I must study hard for my mother. ...
Mom, I grew up in your love. In the future, let me also use love to build a love palace for you to repay you. May mom be happy and healthy forever.
2. Motherly love, like the rain and dew in spring, quietly moistens our hearts; Motherly love should calm our hearts with the spring breeze of Xi; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through all difficulties. If maternal love is the blue sky, we are free birds under the sky; If maternal love is a forest, we are happy and unrestrained deer in the forest; If maternal love is the sea, then we are free fish in the water. Everything we have comes from our mother, and maternal love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world.
The sky is overcast and there are signs of rain. I hurried to school. As soon as I entered the classroom, there was "bang" thunder, mixed with bursts of rain, one after another. I saw the sky as dark as ink, and the rain poured down like a waterfall. My head is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in my heart. I'm glad I arrived early and didn't get caught in the rain. Regret the mistake of not bringing an umbrella ...
Time passes quietly like running water. Soon, when school was over, I saw that some students were picked up by their parents and some came home with umbrellas, and my heart could not help being sour. Dad is on a business trip, and mom is taking care of grandma in the hospital, so she can't leave. My heart is really sad to the extreme, and my eyes are almost wet.
Just when I was at my wit's end, I met someone I knew very well. She is my mother, and her eyes inadvertently reveal all kinds of doubts and surprises, but more of them contain joy and gratitude. On the way home, although my mother didn't say much, I really felt the most sincere maternal love in the world.
It is not an earth-shattering event for parents to send umbrellas to their children, but can't these reflect the most selfless and sincere maternal love?
Yes, the sweetest word in the world is mother; The best name is, mom; The most selfless and sincere love is "maternal love".
8. There are detailed descriptions and comments on the composition of maternal love, with 500 words written by 500 mothers.
Looking at my mother's hand, I have a lot of thoughts. ...
Those are calloused hands, a pair of hands pushing the cradle, and a pair of hands that make me happy, warm and nostalgic.
Although I don't know how beautiful and touching my mother's hands were when she was young, and how delicate and delicate her fingers were, when I imagined that delicate and delicate fingers gently picked up a petal, the faint fragrance came, how nostalgic it was!
But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. Rough skin is deeply imprinted on my mind. Years and overwork, as well as getting up early and getting dark, are all my own fault! Blame yourself for not being a child, for not being filial to your mother, and for not knowing how to study hard!
Looking at my mother's hand, I burst into tears.
When I stumbled in the rough study, a pair of warm hands extended to me; When I shed tears because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder; When I was overwhelmed by the aura of victory, my hand patted my head gently. I know-it's still my mother's hand.
Looking at my mother's hand, I am no longer confused!
My mother's love for me is irreplaceable by anyone. She nourishes and nurtures me, but I know she has nothing to pray for. I will definitely repay my mother. And those sacred hands.
Mom's hand, how warm! She is like the sun in spring, warm, and she is like a stream in summer, cool! She is like the fruit of autumn, bringing joy to people, and she is like the fire in winter, bringing warmth to people.
Ah! Mom's hand ...
Write down your own comments.
My mother, my mother, my mother is a hardworking and capable mother who loves me very much and is strict with me. She, with big eyes, looks intense, with a high nose and an oval face, is of medium height, neither fat nor thin. I adore her. I remember when my mother left, I was still in the second grade and just learned something, but I couldn't stand such a big blow at that time. Although I grew up under the care of my grandmother, I still can't live without her. There is not a saying: my mother taught me with tears, and I am poor. This sentence has always touched me deeply. My mother didn't tell me the day she left, probably because she didn't want to make me sad. My heart suddenly thumped when my mother left. Sleep in the dormitory at midnight. I cried in the room under a quilt. I didn't want the teacher to hear me, but the teacher heard me anyway. The teacher didn't ask me why or call me. At that time, I was not like me before. I muttered to myself: dad left, mom left, leaving me alone. Father and mother go there to work. Actually, it's for my life and future study. I am very grateful to them. Mom is very capable. Clean the house clean and spotless every day. Even though she was ill, she insisted on cleaning the house. Look at it. My mother is very strict with my study and worried about my study. Hey! No wonder there are thin wrinkles on my mother's forehead; No wonder the layers of frost are slowly hidden in mom's hair. Although my mother looks older every day, her image in my heart is clearer and taller every day. Mom, I deeply say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "