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Mom's excellent composition
Mom is a little girl, be gentle with her. When I was a child, I always wanted to travel around the world with a sword. When I grow up, I just want to stay with my mother and listen to you count your years. Share the following five essays about my mother, which really touched my heart when I saw them. I didn't use too many flowery words to pile up affectations, but expressed my true feelings in plain words.

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Mom's excellent composition 1

Mom is a cup of Longjing tea, which relieves your troubles when you are upset. Mom is a bright light, guiding you. Mom is a bright moon, which makes us full of hope. Mother always smells of rice.

Once, when I was playing with my classmates, a pebble tripped me and I accidentally fell into the pool. I struggled desperately in the water, and my friends on the shore were in a hurry, like ants on hot bricks-running around. At this moment, a thin body came into my sight. It was my mother! My mother jumped into the water and saved me.

"Ahem", when I woke up, I was snuggling in my mother's arms. When my mother saw me awake, she stared at me with gentle eyes and said, "Are you all right? Why are you so pale? Are you afraid? " My mother asked me patiently and patted me on the back. I want to talk, but my throat is like smoke, and I can't say anything.

At midnight, the moon rose to the zenith. My mother changed my towel again and again. My mother paid for me with sweat, and I seemed to see the road my mother had built for me. Mom, I want to eat. I whispered to my mother. Mother put on an apron and started cooking at once, regardless of the willy-nilly. I looked at the wrinkles on my mother's face, her pale face and more and more white hair. I can't help but bow my head in shame and think: mom has paid too much for me. I love you, mom. I was thinking.

When the meal is ready, my mother takes out my favorite chopped green onion noodles from the kitchen. I sniffed with my nose, and my eyes suddenly lit up. The delicious smell filled the whole room and penetrated into my heart. Yes, this is the smell of mom. I fork up the noodles and put them in my mouth. Mom looked at me and said, "Eat slowly, what if you choke!" " ! Mom smiled like a flower, and the wrinkles around her eyes became more obvious. That smile has been echoing in the room until it reaches my heart. The smell of chopped green onion always makes my mouth water. There is love in chopped green onion.

I will never forget the taste of chopped green onion noodles, because it is not only fragrant, but also smells like mom. Whenever I walk into the room, I always smell my mother.

Mother's excellent composition II

Today is my mother's birthday. In the past, my mother helped me celebrate my birthday My family remembers my birthday, but I forget my family's birthday. So, I decided to help my mother celebrate her birthday today and give her a big surprise!

I finished my homework early, and my father and I cooked a big meal for my mother. My father and I cut the beef we bought into steak, then fried it in an oil pan, put it on a plate after frying, sprinkle some petals, and you're done! Next, boil the crab. Fortunately, my mother is in a meeting, otherwise there would be no surprise.

The big meal is ready. It's delicious and looks delicious. However, I still feel something is missing-a gift. I took pocket money to the nearby shopping mall to buy a scarf for my mother. However, none of them are my eyes. As a result, I carefully selected and bought a silk scarf to put on the model.

When I got home, I found my home a little dirty. My mother likes to be clean at ordinary times. So, I made my home clean and spotless, which made people look very comfortable.

Finally, my mother came back. She was surprised to see this delicious table. My father and I came out laughing. My mother asked, "What day is it today? Can you cook?" "Nothing." After eating, I ran into the house. My father turned off the light. I came out with a cake and said happy birthday to my mother. My mother smiled happily. I vaguely saw tears in my mother's eyes and said, "Thank you, son, you have grown up!" " Mom is proud to have a good daughter like you! "

I want to say to my mother: mom, thank you for taking care of me for so many years, for your kindness in raising me for so many years, for your help and encouragement ... Over the years, I have had 13 birthdays, and you have never had one. I talked back to you before, mom, I'm sorry! I won't talk back to you again.

Happy birthday, mom! In the future, I will definitely remember to help you celebrate every birthday. "Mom, I love you!"

Mother's excellent composition 3

Since I can remember, my mother has been caring for me and taking care of me, making me happy every day. Under the care of my mother, I grow sturdily day by day. However, in the past, my mother's onion-like fingers were wrinkled and vicissitudes by years, and I found that my mother's hands were getting old quietly.

In hot summer, the sun is steaming our house like a steamer, and the whole house seems to be filled with a burning smell. But my mother prepared a big dinner for me in the kitchen of "furnace in furnace".

My mother is a person who is not afraid of heat or cold. At the moment, sweat is as big as soybeans. Just when you were chasing me, my mother didn't know. She is still busy washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and cooking by hand. At this time, the kitchen is more like her battlefield-a battlefield for me. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I hurried to stop it, but my mother touched me with her warm, dry and old hands, and I immediately shed tears. Aren't these hands getting old because of the trivial housework you have done for me? I don't know how many times they walked back and forth in the washing water and washing water, nor how many injuries and tiredness they suffered in their hard work. Now their tender hands have turned into branches, which makes me very sad.

"If you are poor, you will change your mind." A mother's love for her children is small but great. Once, my mother was ill and was given an infusion in the hospital. I went to see my mother, but I fell asleep unconsciously. I feel vaguely that someone is moving my place to let me sleep. Those hands are my mother's rough and gentle hands, and I know them very well. She also tucked me in with her other infusion hand. If it were me, I wouldn't even dare to move my injection hand. My mother is still taking care of me while watching medicine. She can't even close her eyes. In those years when my mother took good care of me, didn't my hands get old?

Years have carved rings on my mother's hands, which I think is to remind me of her hard work and care for me. Those old hands have been deeply engraved in my heart. Seeing those hands that always take care of me and care about me, my heart will gush out hot springs and warm every cell of my body.

I love these hands, and I love my mother more.

Mom's excellent composition 4

I have seen countless hands. But the only hand that impressed me was a pair. That's-mom's hand.

Mother's hands are rough, and many places have cocoons. These seemingly ordinary hands can remind me of bit by bit like wands.

After dinner today, I helped my mother cut her nails. Mom's nails are so hard! After I cut it, I put my hand on my mother's palm. I wonder, is this ... is this really my mother's hand? I remember my mother's hands used to be soft and delicate and smooth to the touch, but how did they become like this now? I can't help but open the door of memory: I was naughty when I was a child, often causing trouble and not studying hard. Every time I get into trouble, my mother will gently touch my head with her hand and say to me, "Son, you can't do this anymore." But I didn't listen. Finally, once again, I guess my mother can't watch it anymore. She pointed at me and educated me.

When I was in trouble again, I saw my mother with her head down, her eyes full of disappointment, and her hands kept shaking and sighing. Seeing this, my heart suddenly trembled, and I secretly vowed: Mom, I will definitely study hard and will not give you any trouble ... Since then, my academic performance has gradually improved. When I was a child, I often asked my mother to carry foot wash water to help me wash my feet. My mother often does housework, and my hands are getting rough and calloused.

Thought of here, my nose is sour, tears surge up and slowly flow down my cheeks.

"Son, what's the matter with you? Stop crying. " My mother panicked when she saw me crying. Because I said it was shameful to shed tears. "Who cried? I didn't cry! " I quickly touched my face with my hand and answered stubbornly. Mother sighed, wiped my face gently with her hand and said, "You should study hard and don't live up to your expectations." I didn't say anything. Quietly looking at mom's rough but warm big hands. ...

At night, I lay in bed and cried like rain. Mom, you have worked hard for me for so many years just to let me study hard, right? Don't worry, I won't let you down. My hands suddenly appeared in my mind, and tears flowed down again. ...

Mother's excellent composition 5

I can't forget the smile on her face when I made progress, the worry on her face when I was sick, the tenderness on her face when I spoiled, and the seriousness on her face when I made mistakes. Who is she? She is my mother.

Once, my family and friends went out to play for two days. The day before going out, I was sick and had a fever. I'm afraid my parents will leave me alone. But I soon found that my mother didn't go out, but stayed to take care of me. My mother came back from shopping in the morning and told me a story when she saw that I was too bored alone. At noon, my mother helped me take a bath and made a bowl of my favorite noodles. In the evening, my mother fed me medicine and tucked me in. I woke up the next day and felt much better. I saw my mother sitting next to me all the time filming mosquitoes for me. When I woke up, she smiled and asked me, "Are you feeling better?" I whispered, "Much better." My mother made me another bowl of delicious soup. I took a sip and said loudly, "It's so hot!" "Mom kept blowing my soup and mouth, joking," is it okay now? "After my mother's careful care, I soon recovered, and I feel very happy with my full mother.

A week later, the school held a math exam. I was shocked when I handed out the test paper. I only got 93 points in the exam, which is already very poor. I'm a little sad. My mother has been very kind to me since I was a child. Even if I don't do well in the exam, my mother won't scold me, but will help me solve the problem quietly and teach me how to do it. However, this time my mother was furious and said angrily, "How many times have I told you this question, but it's still wrong?" There is this problem ... "After my mother scolded me, I finally learned to do the problem seriously and decided in secret. I must get 100 in the next math exam. I know that my mother's sternness contains deep love for me!

Motherly love is everywhere. A smile, a look and a movement are all deeply filled with my mother's love for me. Mom, I love you!