No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition, and people use it to achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are four compositions of my mother's senior one that I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.

To tell the truth, my mother is a little out of tune. This directly or indirectly caused me to be a little out of tune.

Why do you say that? Because I have proof.

Evidence one, my name

My name is Kang Chen Xin. Everyone knows this, but I don't know the story behind my name.

1994 may 18, at eight o'clock in the morning, I landed quietly and was born, so the first question was the name.

Dad was full of blood and wanted to devote his life to national construction. So, when I saw that it was a man with a handle, I went to work happily.

Therefore, the important task of naming is handed over to my mother. But my mother graduated from science, so she is not very proficient in the art of this passage, plus "out of tune"

Throw me the dictionary and let me translate it myself. Anyway, my name is Kang, and I'm in charge. It's weird, too. Somehow, I just turned to the page of "Xin" and then to "Chen", so I called Kang.

Evidence 2, democratization

When I grow up, I will naturally come into contact with something, but I will naturally ask my parents if I have no experience. Dad is a "workaholic" and can't even catch a shadow. I can't help it Ask my mother. Mom's "out of tune" answer: "What do you think?"

Other people's mothers are full of care, but mine is full of connivance. So I've been an unruly wild horse since I was a child, and I can't stand any constraints.

When I was a child, I always bled and broke my leg and hand, and I was too lazy to tell my mother. Anyway, the answer is always the same-"What do you think?"

Evidence 3: Learning doesn't matter.

In primary school, the class teacher always praised those students whose books were signed by their parents, because it showed that their parents had checked them.

Every time I hear the teacher praise the parents of other students, it's always like this. I am the eyes of the white rabbit-jealousy.

There is a simple reason. Dad is a "workaholic" and is inherently unreliable. And mother always "look."

More times will naturally have the effect of "wolf coming". So, I can only be jealous for nothing.

Once upon a time, whenever I saw a mother and son in the street, I always thought of my "out of tune" mother.

Later, when my mind became rational, I understood the mystery.

Although my mother is out of tune, I have gained a lot, haven't I?

My mother's composition of grade one 2 Dear mother:

Hello! Here I want you to listen to my heart: "Give me a little freedom!" " "This is what I think for a long time, and what I want to say to you most.

Mom, I am like a kite. If you tie the thread tightly to your hand, I can fly anywhere I want.

Mom, take last week as an example. I finished my homework at home and wanted to go out for a while. But when I was about to go out, you said to me, "Xiaoxi, have you finished your homework?" If you have finished, just wait at home for a while. I'll go out and be right back. "Say that finish you go out. I've been waiting at home for almost half an hour, and you haven't come yet. Just when I was impatient and ready to leave, you came into the room panting, drank a glass of water and sat on the sofa. Then he said to me, "Xiao Xi, what do you think I bought you?" "This book is very good, so do it quickly! I waited a long time to buy it. 〞

I picked up the book on the coffee table and read it. It turned out to be junior high school olympiad. I quickly said, "Mom, can I go out to play for a while first?" In an instant, your smile disappeared, and you said to me angrily, "You still want to go out to play because of your poor grades, and you can't go out until you get 20 pages." I had to take the book and walk slowly to the room. Do you know I cried when I returned to my room?

Mom, do you remember? Once I got 95 points in the exam, and I walked home happily with my test paper, because you said I would be rewarded if I got more than 90 points in the exam.

When I got home, I showed you the test paper excitedly. You just glanced at it and said to me mercilessly, "You have to get 95 points for such a simple test paper." Do you know that?/You know what? I am very sad and hate you for breaking your promise.

Mom, I know you are doing me good, but do you understand me?

Mom, "give me some freedom!" " I just want to say this to you.

My mother is a typical rural woman. She has the characteristics of ordinary rural women, some of which are unique. Mother hasn't read many books, but she has read the third grade of primary school. Almost all of her generation are like this. However, because she is smart, her grandfather teaches well, and my mother knows a lot, which is what she taught me since I was a child.

My mother is short and handsome. Although her skin is wrinkled now, I think she must have been beautiful when she was young. There are many things about my mother, but there is only one thing I want to say today, and that is my mother's erudition.

Yes, in my opinion, my mother is very learned, but this does not mean academics or writing articles, but the virtue of being a man. My mother always taught me to be honest, generous and considerate of others. Mother never argues with others. She also taught me not to speak ill of others behind their backs, not to be a villain and not to trip people up.

Mother is an indispensable member of the family. I am glad that I have a mother and a good mother. In the future, I will listen to my mother's words, learn her qualities as a person and pass them on to the next generation.

People often say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." That is to describe my father's love as great as a mountain, soaring into the sky. Motherly love is as gentle as water and turns over a new leaf. I love my mother, especially my kind face and kind attitude, which I cannot forget.

Mother is a familiar word to me. My mother is a person who accompanies me day and night. My mother, whose eyelashes are like the crescent moon in the sky, has a pair of big eyes shining with the luster of black grapes, and her playful mouth is "inlaid" with an unforgettable beauty mole. This is my mother. Although she was born in the countryside and didn't read many books, the education she gave me benefited me a lot.

When I was a child, I was a happy bird. I always talk about eating endlessly, and my mother takes pains to educate me: "Eat without talking, sleep without talking." What about me? Always like a child who is not sensible. As soon as my mother's words entered my left ear, my right ear ran away. I remember my mother's soup was very delicious, like a nutritionist. Every time I eat, I am always told: "Eat soup first, and then I will not be afraid of getting stomach trouble." This is the minimum way to keep in good health, and you should remember it later. "I doubt nodded and praised my mother's knowledge.

My mother not only educated me, but also taught me the knowledge of life. Take good care of me.

I remember one time when I was playing in front of my house and having fun, suddenly an unknown thing hit my head. At that time, my eyes were golden and my head was buzzing, and I fell to the ground in an instant. It happened that a neighbor's child found my danger and ran to the field to find my mother. My mother was frightened when she saw this scene. She quickly dialed the emergency number "120" with her mobile phone and took me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I groaned in pain. My mother kissed my forehead and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, good boy, it doesn't matter. Mom will be fine with you." Listening to my mother's warm words and feeling her gentle and delicate caress, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, my mother still held me tightly. I see her charming eyes are so rosy, and I know she must have shed a lot of tears for me. Those hands, which have worked hard for me day and night and become a little rough, are as warm as a stove and stick to my cold heart.

Mother's kiss, sweet kiss. Reminds me of today.

Mom, my mom. An ordinary rural woman has given me so much care and help, and I love you. I don't know how much love I will "steal" from you in my later life. What can I give in return? I will continue to study hard and keep moving towards my goals.