My mother is a housewife. Used to be a bookkeeper. But I haven't gone to work since I gave birth to my sister. I just want to take care of my sister and me at home and watch us grow up healthily.
Once our family was sitting together for dinner, I asked my mother why she didn't go to work. We are all grown up. But she said, you're only fourteen. Are you independent already? I was speechless at once, but I wanted to say something. In fact, I hate her nagging and don't want her to stay at home with me every day. But I didn't expect her to care so much about me. So I decided not to talk about her work in the future. At the same time, she is also very concerned about my study. I often made some low-level mistakes when I was a child. When she examined me, she called my name when she saw it, and then asked angrily why you were all wrong. The arithmetic problem is completely a sub-problem! No wonder you always can't get high marks, and I have told you many times to be careful. Then I am often called "unconscious". But it is also because she has been checking my calculation problems for a long time, so my current calculation is no problem. Once, during the May Day holiday, I was very happy after school and thought: Ah! It's finally May Day, three days! I want to take good care of it I want to play more computer games and go out with my friends. I must have a good time this time. My mother is at home as usual after school. I put down my schoolbag and said to my mother, "Can I watch the computer for a while on holiday today?" Mom said with a straight face, "No, you have a history exam on Monday." . Hearing these words, I felt that my head was poured with a pot of cold water, and my good mood just now was gone. On Monday, I was surprised to find that this history was easy. Sure enough, I got more than 90 points. Only then did I understand my mother's mind.
Mom does everything for our own good, and everything she says has her reasons. So when you don't understand her, please think about what will happen if you don't do what she says.
Mother's composition 2 She silently paid, dedicated, cared for and cultivated for me. She selflessly brought me into this world. She taught me to read, write, study, live and get along. She is my mother.
My mother has a pair of big round eyes. She has double eyelids and long hair. She always curls up high. She is really beautiful. She is neither tall nor short, with curly yellow hair lining her skin. She looks beautiful in the sun. In my heart, you will always be a big tree. I rely on you to fantasize in spring, flourish in summer, mature in autumn and meditate in winter. Dear mom, thank you for everything.
My mother will always be a workaholic. A busy day's work is often particularly tiring. But in order to make me eat delicious food, she always drags her aching body to buy food. Every time I come home from school a little late, she comes back with all kinds of vegetables, all of which are my favorite dishes. At this time, my mother forgot to rest, so she went into the kitchen and began to work. I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep at the dinner table. At this time, my mother brought delicious food to the table. I smelled the smell of the food and woke up immediately. Eyes staring intently at a table of delicious food, eyes unblinkingly. Mom smiled and said, "Eat quickly!" I eat like crazy. Looking at the cookies and side dishes carefully prepared by my mother, suddenly, my heart was full of warm maternal love.
When I was a child, my mother often said to me, "My mother will always protect you until you go to another world." I don't understand my mother's words. I will ask my mother, "Why did I go to another world? Will you and dad go?"? Mom said,' Daughter, mom will go before you, and so will dad. Will mom and dad wait for you there? All right.
Year after year, day and night; Day after day, year after year. Suddenly, I grew up and knew where the "other world" was. Now whenever my mother says "Remember to protect you". I will also say to my mother, "mom, let me protect you, too, okay?" Daughter can also protect you and won't make you cry again. It's not good for mom to cry. At this time, my mother's eyes were red and she smiled and said to me, "Good".
My mother doesn't like makeup, doesn't like wearing high heels, never wears lipstick or even a skirt. My mother is ordinary, ordinary, but I love her very much. Even though her face is wrinkled and her hair is white and old, I still love her very much because she is my mother!
In this colorful world, who taught us to say the first sentence, who taught us to take the first step, who led us into the paradise of knowledge and let us climb the peak of science? It is parents' selfless dedication that feeds us with sweet milk and nourishes us with the dew of love. They are our first teachers, and they have many unforgettable memories in my childhood stories.
Mom, in this 1 1 year, how many sweet memories and beautiful yearning you have given me. I am like a white crystal flower, which thrives under your careful cultivation, but your peaceful, white and red face is constantly covered with indelible wrinkles.
Mom, if you are the rain, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If I am the moon, then you are the star holding the moon. You condensed my flesh and blood with greatness; With eternity, I shaped my soul; Build me a love voyage with your life. You have compiled a calendar for me with the beautiful annual rings in your life, which exudes the fragrance of ink ... years are long, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Only maternal love is as heavy as Mount Tai and as long as a river. Mom, I want to tell you that I am very grateful to you.
It was last Sunday, because our godmother died, and we had to see her off all the way. On the day we got home, we finally got off the train and the downpour kept coming at us. Because we didn't bring an umbrella, we had to run home from the railway station. On the way, my mother put on a thick down jacket in order not to hurt me a little, and suddenly a warm current flowed into my heart. At this time, I could no longer control my emotions, and two tears "flew" out of my eyes. From then on, I deeply felt the greatness of maternal love.
As I said, my mother is my sail and my father is my boat. My mother is my guide to success, and my father is my golden road to success; My mother is a wake-up call when I am proud, and my father is a little comfort when I fail and lose heart. I firmly believe that having you means embracing success and the future!
Mom, this is a beautiful noun. With a mother, the world becomes warmer and more lovely. Once upon a time, I read her, really.
Mom's composition 4 15, 16, 17 ... I looked at the "17" circled by me on the calendar and couldn't help sighing. My birthday is coming. My mother is very busy. I should ...
"Yu Xin, you stay at home, and mom goes out to talk about something!" My mother had a sudden attack and the words interrupted my train of thought.
I said, "Mom, what's the date tomorrow?" I am looking forward to it. I hope my mother can remember my birthday. June 17, why? "Mom left first!" "Well, goodbye!" I looked at my mother's distant back, my eyes immersed in the fog. Finally, the full expectation disappeared like a beautiful soap bubble, and the tears of disappointment slid across my cheeks. I crouched on my desk, burying my face in sobs: "No … it doesn't matter, my mother was too busy at work, so I just … can't remember, isn't it … my birthday?" Nothing ... it's no big deal. Finally, after a long night, I finally waited for my birthday. However, I can't lift my spirits. It was not until the evening that I walked out of the door that had been boring me all day. I was shocked by what I saw.
There are plates of delicious food on the dining table: delicious coke chicken wings, delicious baked shrimp with salt, nutritious and healthy fungus sparerib soup, and my favorite-roast duck. Of course, the big cake in the middle of the cake makes my appetite big: light blue lace, all kinds of fruits, a lamb with its head down in the middle, and "Happy Birthday" dancing with dragons and phoenixes on the cake. Just when I was about to eat, I suddenly remembered something and ran to the kitchen. I only saw my mother's busy figure in the kitchen, her forehead was covered with sweat, and groups of childhood pictures reappeared in my mind.
It's you, mom, who took good care of me when I was sick; It is you, mother, who warned me when I was proud; It is you, mother, who encouraged me when I was discouraged; You again, my mother! Today, on my birthday ... in the face of unexpected surprises, my eyes can't help but get wet and a thousand words come to my mind. I can't help saying to my mother, "Mom, I love you."
"Tears glistened in my eyes, and I couldn't help crying again." Mom, I … I thought you … you forgot me … where's my birthday! "
"Silly child, even if mother forgets her birthday, she won't forget you!"
Motherly love is really great!