Mom's seventh grade composition 1 I have a smart and gentle mother. She has short black hair, a pair of big eyes embedded under her eyebrows like moon buds, a straight nose, a small talking cherry mouth and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. However, these dexterous hands wash clothes, fold quilts and cook for me every day ... and always care about me and my family. I love my good mother!
Mom is like the ever-changing "weather", but she always changes herself because of my performance. When I do well in the exam, my mother's face will show a sunny smile: when I do my homework so-so, my mother will be furious and set off a storm; When I waste my time doing something boring, my mother will chatter like a drizzle … However, I know that my mother is good for me and she loves me.
I remember once, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this moment, I don't know what I stepped on, my foot slipped and I fell down. When I got up from the ground at once, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I'm too sad to throw these pants away. I cried. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly came over with a needle and thread to sew my pants. The needle is very obedient in my mother's hand, and the thread is very delicate. In a short time, my mother sewed my pants, and I immediately smiled through tears, and my heart was sweet.
Mom, what a resounding name. How many days and nights, my mother has been with me and guarding me; How many days and nights, my mother worried about my tomorrow; How many days and nights, my mother cares about me with her loving eyes ... Looking at a few more silver wires on your head, I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!" " "
My mother is an ordinary office worker. She is inconspicuous in the rush to and from work, but she is unparalleled in my heart.
My mother has dark hair and wrinkles that are out of proportion to her age. Her eyes are always so kind, just like the running water of a stream, which always brings me deep concern. Due to long-term hard work, her hands have become rough, like an aging trunk.
Mother gets along well with her neighbors. In my yard, it is often covered with things. My family doesn't have that many things, most of them are from neighbors. Because there is plenty of sunshine at home and my mother has a sunny heart, our yard has become a common place for everyone. Therefore, there is laughter inside and outside my yard. ......
Once, my mother worked overtime in the factory and came back late. From her heavy footsteps and tired eyes, I know that my mother is tired again today. She had just rested for less than three minutes, and I was hovering in front of her, complaining why my mother didn't cook for me. Mother immediately propped herself up and said apologetically, "I'm leaving!" " Have some cookies first! "Then I saw an unforgettable scene: I saw my mother clutching her stomach and frowning, struggling to cook for me. When I saw my favorite dish at the dinner table, I really didn't feel very good!
I know that no matter how hard and tired I am, my mother won't take it seriously, but my grades worry my mother. My mother often appears in school, and she will be furious with me. I know it's all because mom loves me!
Mom, I want to say to you: "I love you, too, and I will never let you down!" " "
Comments: because of the love, my mother became a gentle moon; Because he accepted love, his son became a brilliant sun! Love is intertwined in every day and night, forever!
My mother has curly hair, thick eyebrows, bright eyes and a glib mouth. This is my mother.
My mother has been engaged in education since 1996. I was born in 20xx, but my mother didn't relax at work. My mother takes good care of me and teaches my students seriously. In the end, my mother was named "the most beautiful rural teacher in Zigong", and the students rewarded their teachers with excellent results. My mother. She is a good teacher!
Not long ago, my mother insisted on teaching her children because of excessive exercise and painful feet. Sometimes because of the pain, she can only sit for a whole class. After work, she will come back to check my homework and take me out for exercise at night. Sometimes, she spends the whole night in pain. This is a tenacious teacher and a tenacious mother!
Once, I was doing my homework in my room. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the phone: "Hey, that boy of yours was not attentive in class, which led to …" "Well, okay, okay, go back and tell him to stop playing and practice more!" ..... I can't help feeling deeply when I hear that my mother is still busy with her work and taking care of her students after she comes home. Looking at my mother, I was very moved: from my birth, I learned English, walked, went to kindergarten, and then went to primary school. Mom, you have been sheltering me from the wind and rain and paying for me; At the same time, my mother loves her job and becomes an excellent teacher!
Thought of here, my eyes can not help but wet.
Mom, I love you!
My mother's seventh grade composition 4 Every child's mother is different. Some mothers are gentle, some are strict and some are kind, but I believe all mothers have one thing in common-that is, "hurry up" that is always on their lips. So is my mother.
In the morning, when I was sleeping soundly, I was awakened by a familiar voice. Mother said anxiously, "Sleepy, get up quickly, you'll be late for school!" " "I got up bleary-eyed and sat on the bed in a daze. At this time, my mother rushed over, put her hands around her waist and said sharply, "Why are you still stupid?" "Get up in the morning, wash your face, brush your teeth, eat breakfast and read a book …" I don't want to be busy in my mother's voice of "being in a hurry". I did so many things in an hour.
After school, I thought I could relax and chat with my mother. As a result, as soon as I left school, my mother dragged me home like stepping on hot wheels. As soon as I got home, my mother locked me in my room and said sternly, "Do your homework quickly! You can't play until you finish your homework! " After a while, my mother came back from patrol and shouted, "Stop staring blankly and do your homework quickly!" " "I looked up and said," Mom, don't rush me any more. I was thinking. "Mom just left my room. Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the living room: "Go and see if your girl is sitting well, and the homework has not been finished ..." My father walked into my room helplessly, and we looked at each other in the same boat.
This is my "hurry up" mother. My mother always said I was as slow as a snail. Sometimes I am very upset about my mother's nagging, but I know that my mother is good for me and I hope I will cherish my time. Mom, please believe me, even if you say "hurry up" less, I can learn to manage my time well.
My mother has a sacred position in my heart, so I praise her. However, my mother always dresses very simply and doesn't buy new clothes for Chinese New Year. She saved money to buy me some school supplies. One of her clothes has been worn for several years and will be mended before wearing it. When I was in grade five, my teacher asked us to buy a dictionary. I am very happy. With a dictionary, when I meet words I don't understand, I can look them up and understand them. But when I heard that it would cost eight dollars, I hesitated. The family income is only 500 yuan, and various expenses are more than 300 yuan. The rest will go to school. I am embarrassed, I don't know what to do, I can't make up my mind, but I will go home and ask my mother. When I came home from school, I talked to my mother hesitantly about ordering a dictionary, and I readily agreed. I turned around and took money from my room. I jumped three feet for joy. At this moment, my parents' voice came from the room: "I don't agree with the treatment fee you paid." Is it a big deal for your son to go to school? I listened, went into my parents' room and said, "Mom, we can talk about buying a dictionary later." At this time, tears blurred my eyes.
A few days later, the teacher began to distribute dictionaries. I watched those students who bought dictionaries go to the podium in turn, and I was really envious. Suddenly the teacher called my name. I was shocked and stood up and said, "I didn't order." The teacher smiled and said, "However, your mother asked me to book it myself." . I suddenly felt a warm wind all over my body. I walked onto the platform, holding a brand-new dictionary with mother's taste in my hand. Tears blurred my eyes again.
Since then, I have to find some suitable words from the dictionary when I write my composition. Both teachers and classmates praised me for my good composition. But I think it's all thanks to my mother. I am proud of my mother.
My mother's seventh grade composition 6 My mother looks gentle on the surface, but sometimes she is fierce. She is a real "double-faced" mother.
My mother is very beautiful, with fair skin, yellow hair and round face. She often dislikes that her face is too big, but I don't look as exaggerated as she said. She has thick eyebrows and double eyelids. She is the only one in our family with double eyelids, big eyes, high nose and thin lips. She is not stingy at all. She is the most beautiful mother in my mind.
Once, after the middle school entrance examination, I handed out papers. I found that I got 98 points in math test, ranking fourth in my class. I told my mother about it, and my mother quickly asked me, "What do you have for lunch, little darling?" I casually said, "You can eat anything." Who knows, my mother spent a long time in the vegetable market and bought a big fish. While cooking, she smiled and said to her sister, "Let your sister have a good meal today. During this time, she can study hard. " Look! This is a gentle mother! If you think my mother is gentle, you are all wet.
That time, I asked her to check my homework, because there were too many homework, and my handwriting might be a little poor. She saw my handwriting, stared at me and shouted, "tear up the homework and rewrite it!" Otherwise I won't sign it for you! " The sound startled me like a bolt from the blue. I knew I was wrong, so I quickly tore up my homework and wrote it again. Since then, I have always done my homework carefully. This is the second side of mother: strict mother.
My mother is full of love for me, whether gentle or severe.
My mother is not tall. Thanks to years of hard work, she has unconsciously climbed a few silver wires on her head. She has watery eyes and a cherry mouth. She is my hardworking mother. In my life, she washes clothes and cooks for me every day. Always cared about me. I just love to nag.
My mother's nagging often gets on my nerves. One day, I was reading a comic book with relish. Unexpectedly, my mother found out, and a nagging voice immediately came from my ear: "If you have time, read more story books, composition books, 100,000 whys, ancient poetry books ... Chinese books in class will do. Why do you prefer comic books and ghost stories … I don't know what you think. Time is precious, don't waste it. " I heard my head explode, so I had to give up. I sighed, took out my heavy Chinese book and pretended to read it. After a long time, I saw my mother go away, so I secretly took out the comic book and read it carefully. I don't know. Just when I was happy, the nagging voice came again: "Stop reading here and go to sleep. Pupils can't sleep for less than eight hours." I sighed and didn't know when I could read comic books quietly without being disturbed.
Of course, I know that my mother did this for my own good and made me grow up healthily. Although my mother didn't tell me how much she loved me, she did a lot of things that loved me. Looking at my mother's aging face, I couldn't help feeling the passage of time, and suddenly remembered a popular sentence on the Internet recently: "The best thing in the world is that I have grown up and you are not old; I have the ability to repay, and you are still healthy. "
Mom, thank you for your kindness to me. I will treat you well when I grow up. Mom, I love you!
When I saw beggars kneeling on the ground begging with my mother and looking at my mother, I had a strange feeling, like sympathy and happiness. My mother is a chubby middle-aged woman. The most striking things on her face are curved eyebrows, bright eyes and smooth cherry mouth. Now I suddenly find that my mother is so beautiful, a sacred beauty, just like an angel left on earth. My mother and I are not so much a mother-child relationship as a pair of friends, sometimes at odds and sometimes playing together. Every time something goes wrong, we always make up at the first time.
At noon that day, I just finished reading English from Shaoxing, dragging my tired bones and lying in bed snoring and falling asleep. My mother came over and said, "Have a good sleep. I'll call you when I go to find Teacher Xia later. " Unconsciously, after a long time, my mother hurriedly called, "It's two o'clock, get up and go find Miss Xia." A good sleep was disturbed, and I was depressed, unhappy and even a little angry. Because of being disturbed, I feel guilty about my favorite information technology. I began to hate it, but I still feel that I don't want to learn it.
No matter how I don't do it, my mother makes me go by tricycle. I thought a lot on the way and realized that I just hated studying because my sleep was disturbed, and I was angry. It seems that everything is my fault. An afternoon passed in the blink of an eye. Just as I walked into the house carefully, I was worried that my mother would be angry because of what had just happened. My mother came over as if there had never been an argument, and said with a smile, "I made meatballs, which are delicious." Now there is only one poem in my mind-"But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I have three rays of spring."
My mother is my best friend.
My mother is thin and much taller than me. She likes to wear long hair, sometimes over her shoulders; Sometimes I tie it in a beautiful bun. Her eyes are bright and big, and when she smiles, two shallow dimples appear on her face.
Mother likes playing badminton. She often makes me fight with her, and in the process of fighting, she teaches me the truth of doing things. Once, I couldn't catch the ball, but I lost my temper and cried. My mother wouldn't let me, but she took my hand and said, "It's no use crying. If you want to beat me, you have to work hard and do everything. Only by unremitting efforts can you succeed. "
Mother likes reading books. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I always see my mother sitting in bed reading. She not only read her own professional books, but also read my favorite books and talked to me about the characters in them. Once after reading Pinocchio, she asked me if I liked Pinocchio, and I said yes. She said, "Pi Nuo is cute, but he shouldn't lie." And said that she lied when she was a child, but after watching Pinocchio, she never lied again because she was afraid of growing a terrible long nose. We all laughed.
Whenever I am with my mother, I always feel very simple and happy. Of course, my mother can be very strict sometimes, but she won't punish me. One day, I finished my homework and went out to play. My mother asked me to go home at eight o'clock, and I forgot the time when I was happy. It was past nine when I got home. Mom is very unhappy, but she is not angry, just let me go to bed quickly. When I came home from school the next day, my mother said seriously, "Go home on time at night, or I won't have a good rest, which will affect my study and health."
My mother is such a person. However, she doesn't have any parental airs, but she doesn't lose her parents' dignity, so I get along with her like friends.
My mother's seventh grade composition 10 My mother is very timid. She dare not play games on the playground. Every time she goes, she can only watch me play with my dad. She is afraid of keeping pets, dogs, cats and mice ... It is said that she was scared to cry by my uncle's rabbit when she was a child. I asked her, and she said the rabbit was too enthusiastic. I can't help her. I nicknamed her "coward", but something happened that made me sit up and take notice of her.
It was a summer night, and my mother and I were sleeping in the room when we suddenly heard a bang, bang sound coming from the living room. However, we don't have pets at home, and my father is on a business trip again. Who could it be? The thief or ... the timid mother went to the living room to see what had happened. "It's a bat!" Mother let out a scream of fear. Seeing her like this made me even more afraid. I was so scared that I held the quilt and said nothing. When my mother saw me like this, she quickly comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, my mother is here." Then she locked the door and got up the courage to drive the bat away from the living room. When I got back to my room, my mother was so scared that she was sweating all over, but I still saw it. Actually, I know, she must be very nervous. The next morning, I asked, "Mom, why weren't you scared yesterday?" Mother smiled: "Why do you ask this question?" "I'm just asking." "Because of you, as long as you are a mother, you will do so. When you grow up, you will understand. "
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? I love my timid and brave mother.
My mother's seventh grade composition 1 1 She has beautiful black hair, two lovely dimples on her kind face and a pair of big eyes. Who is she? She is my beautiful mother.
My strict mother
My mother is a strict mother. Once, I was playing computer. Less than an hour later, she came to me and said, "Have you finished reading the book? Why are you still playing? Didn't we agree to play for only forty minutes? Ah? " I only said to my mother's nagging magic, "Good mother, it's been 45 minutes, or you might as well let me play for 60 minutes!" " Mom? ""no, you have to turn off the computer quickly, or you won't play this month! "This is my mother, she is very strict with me.
Mom who loves playing mobile phone.
My mother not only has nothing to do with herself, but also picks up her cell phone when she has nothing to do. I was going to let her take me to the movies at the weekend, but who knows that she has been fascinated by watching her mobile phone on the sofa, and then I called her once, twice and three times, but she didn't hear me. Finally, I had to turn off the WIFI signal, which was still useful, but unfortunately I missed the movie.
Kind and good mother
Whenever I have homework that I can't do, she will answer it for me slowly. If I still can't, she won't scold me, but teach me more carefully. Whenever this time, my heart is always warm, glad that I have a kind and good mother.
This is my mother, who is strict with me, loves to play with mobile phones and is kind. Today is Mother's Day. I want to take this opportunity to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
My mother's seventh grade composition 12 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. If you throw it into her arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "This familiar ballad suddenly sounded in my ear. I felt a slight shock in my heart and fell into deep memories. ...
My mother is not tall or short, with shiny black hair and sharp eyes. When I tell a lie, my mother can see it at once. My nose is a little short, and my mother's mouth is funny. She opened and closed one by one. Sometimes she grins when she is happy. Sometimes when she is sad, the smile on her face will disappear immediately and she will shed a few tears from time to time.
My mother, like all mothers in the world, has a deep-rooted concept of wanting her children to succeed and her daughter to succeed, so she is very strict with my study at ordinary times, but she is also permeated with infinite love in her strictness. One mid-term exam, I came home, because I didn't do well in the exam, I didn't dare to tell my mother, but the teacher asked me to sign it again. "Oh, I'm going to be slapped again," I said to myself. At this time, I am really dumb to eat Rhizoma Coptidis. I can't tell you how bitter it is. Mom quickly asked, "How was the child's exam?" I didn't say anything, "say it quickly". My mother seemed to be asking what was next. I quickly said, "My Chinese is ok, and my math score is over 80." My mother was a little angry, but she didn't beat and scold me. She just called me over and comforted me and said, "It's all right, son. Just try harder in the future. " Mom believes you. "From now on, in order to improve my math, my mother will give me three thinking questions every day, so that I can think in the right way.
The beauty of a flower is because it is loved by sunshine; The little tree thrives because she has been loved by the rain and dew; My healthy growth stems from my mother's broad love every day in my life ... There is a kind of love that can't be expressed, and it is a lifelong gratitude-maternal love.
My mother's seventh grade composition 13 "thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward boy's body." Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Every time I hear this ancient poem which has been circulated for thousands of years, I will think of my mother who loves me and cares about me.
Motherly love is a tear. I remember when I was a child, I fell from a tree and hurt my leg. When I was in the hospital, I kept crying because of my foot pain. However, my mother is not tired, but she has been guarding me. When my foot fully recovered and left the hospital, I saw two strands of white hair on my mother's temple. Mother saw that I was healthy, and my bloodshot eyes returned to their former spirits, and she shed tears with joy.
Mother's love drove away the summer heat. My mother was ill because of fatigue, so I stayed with her in the hospital. That night, it was very hot and always annoying. I thought to myself, "How can I get through this night?" My mother seemed to read my mind and said with concern, "It's so hot. Go to sleep first, it will get cold soon. " I nodded obediently and fell asleep in my mother's arms. After a while, I felt cold all over. I thought it was windy. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that my mother was giving me a fan. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes, but the tears as big as peas flowed from my mother's forehead to her kind face.
Mother's love is like stars in the sky, like trees in the forest, like fish in the water, like shells on the beach. But I often make my mother unhappy. I still remember what my mother told me. My mother wants me to study hard and make contributions to science when I grow up.
Mom, I want to say to you: "I will be a good boy and won't make you angry again."
My mother's seventh grade composition 14 Only my mother is good in the world. Every time I hear this song, I can't help thinking: people often say that mom is the best in the world, but I don't think so. I think teachers are as good as mothers. However, my mother is a teacher. For the sake of school work and students, she gets up early every day and is very busy at work.
I remember one night, after I finished my homework in the cram school and read for half an hour, my mother still disappeared. Let me see the clock. It's past 7 o'clock. Why hasn't my mother come to pick me up? Will you forget? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Pick me up so late every night, not just to help students with tuition, but to visit my house, not to correct homework, but to have a meeting. Anyway, there are many reasons, but I didn't think of me. Watching time go by little by little, I have no mind to study any more. I was sitting there in a daze when I heard a familiar horn. Oh, my mother finally came to pick me up. I quickly packed my things, ran to the door in three steps and asked angrily, "Mom, what time is it?" Why did you pick me up so late? "Mom said," I'm sorry, because a sophomore in our school accidentally broke his head playing in the classroom after school. I had to take him to the hospital to dress the wound, so I came late. ""Then why did you send it? If you don't teach them, what about the teachers in their class? " I said angrily. Mother patiently explained: "the teacher in their class has something to go home." Besides, I am also a teacher. How can you ignore students? " "Then you won't ask his mother to take him to see it? "I argued." Silly boy, he's bleeding. Isn't his mother late? You should be responsible and learn to care about others, understand? "I won't say anything more, because I understand that my mother is right to do so. I should forgive my mother because she is a good teacher with a sense of responsibility.
I love my mother!
My mother's seventh grade composition 15 She is of medium height, with short black hair, watery eyes and a smile on her face. This is my helpful mother.
One day, the sun scorched the earth, so hot that everyone was cooked. The white clouds in the sky are so hot that they hide quietly. It's sultry at home. My mother and I are going to the park to get some fresh air. We were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, and the sound of "beep, beep" came from our ears. "Mom, the bus is coming!" As soon as the bus stopped, I jumped on the bus, found a seat and sat down immediately. My mother sat next to me. Leaning my head on my aunt's shoulder, I am full of expectation. When I arrive at the park, I can go fishing by bike ... the more I think about it, the happier I am. "alas!" I braked for a while and jumped forward: What are you doing? What is this? At first glance, it turned out that at the next stop, many of my people came up. An old man with a backpack trembled and squeezed out of the crowd. Sweat slipped from the old man's temple, making him look weaker.
My mother gently moved my head away, and I thought to myself: My mother is kind and will do good again. Sure enough, I guessed right. My mother waved to grandpa and shouted, "grandpa, grandpa, sit here." "mom! Mom! " I pulled my mother's skirt. "Mom, what are you doing? There are so many people in the car ... "My mother left me and walked to the old man, helping him sit down beside me. I stared at my mother with my eyes wide open: a ray of sunshine shone through the glass, reflecting my mother's hair, darker and brighter, and my mother had a smile on her face. The old man nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you, thank you."
I sat on my mother's lap, leaning my head against her, and my heart was sweet: Mom, my son loves you!