Motherly love sixth grade composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone is always in contact with writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. So, how to write a composition? The following are five maternal love compositions in grade six that I carefully arranged. Welcome to share.

Before 1, I didn't know what maternal love was. I always think that my mother will never be old, always so young and beautiful. Once I saw my mother washing clothes. Looking around, I saw many white-haired and cocoon-covered hands rubbing clothes constantly. My mother saw me and said, "Are you hungry? Go and get some apples from the refrigerator. " At that time, I didn't care what apples I ate. Two lines of tears welled up in my eyes These tears are the crystallization of my mother's love for me, so I made up my mind not to hold my mother by the skirts. As the days passed, I grew up day by day, but now I have changed. I will have a cold war with my mother and quarrel with her. I'm tired of all the nagging. I don't accept any advice before the exam. Every time I yell at my mother, she will stare blankly first, and then look at me with a smile. Once I see her like this, I will always regret what I did before.

When my mother is old, crow's feet, which many women are afraid of, quietly climbed up the corner of my mother's eye. Mom's face is covered with wrinkles, and no amount of cosmetics can save her old face. Those crow's feet seemed to say to me cheekily, "Haha, look at your mother's face, it's all your fault!" " "I was silent for a long time. Indeed, I never let my mother worry. She has to feed, dress and even wash her clothes. She explained all the wrong questions in her homework carefully, but I didn't take them seriously. Every time he tells me the wrong question. I would say, "Okay, okay, I get it. Let's go "Mom smiled and said," What if I can't get into a good university in the future? "Now you should study hard!" After that, I rummaged through my skirt. Mother looked at my callous eyes and paused, so she had to walk away.

Once I had a toothache. I covered my mouth and said, "It hurts! It hurts! " Say that finish, covering her mouth pain from ear to ear. I cried because it hurt so much. My mother comforted me and said, "Look, you don't drink water now because you get angry and have a toothache. This is also a lesson for you! " "Mom is superman, mom can magic, boom! Are you okay? " I nodded, but it was not good.

Mom is my superman and my magician. In the future, on the road of life, I have to ask my mother more. I would like to let my tears left to my mother turn into a breeze, shelter her from the wind and rain, and also turn into a blessing to accompany her for the rest of her life.

Motherly love, this word may be a very simple word in the eyes of others. But it's probably the most expensive word for me. ......

It was a snowy day, and there was heavy snow outside. I bit my pen and thought about how to write a composition. At this time, my mother came back and saw that I didn't write a word in my composition. 1 of "pa" gave me a slap in the face. I suddenly stood up, choked back the pain and shouted, "Why did you hit me?" Why did you hit me? Is your composition not good? You think my composition is not good, I haven't written it yet! Why don't you tear up my notebook now? I wish I didn't have a mother like you! It is said that only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. But what about me? I've never had any love from you! You only like your sister, not me. I hate you to death. I don't want to stay in this home without a trace of warmth anymore. Goodbye! "After that, I ran home to pack my things and planned to leave. In fact, I still love my mother in my heart. I understand that she hates iron not to produce. I understand that she thinks I am arrogant, but the only thing I don't understand is why she hit me. Late at night, my mother sat by my bed and said softly, "Xinxin, in fact, my mother doesn't want to hit you today. "But I was angry to see that you didn't write a composition at all. So ... so my ... mother's tears flowed down one by one, like glittering and translucent diamonds. Tears fell on my face, but meaning flowed into my heart. This day is my mother's birthday. But I forgot it long ago, and I didn't know it until afterwards. I regretted doing that to my mother, and tears welled up in my eyes again.

Deep in my memory, it was probably Children's Day. My mother takes me to kindergarten by bike. There were an amazing number of people in the street that day. As a result, an old gentleman hit our bike. My mother fell off the bike on the spot and my leg was twisted in the wheel. Blood ran down my leg to the ground. When my mother saw the blood, she grabbed the old man and stared at him angrily, looking at me with soft eyes. There is tenderness, worry, anxiety and complexity in those eyes. Then my mother carried me behind her back and walked with difficulty step by step. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor wrapped me in gauze and found that my mother's leg was also injured. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans flowed down from my mother's forehead, and I cried, holding my mother's head and crying silently. My mother will take care of me at home during the day and work at night. How hard she works!

I swear, I will study hard and make my mother proud of me! Let mother see that her daughter has changed and grown up! Motherly love is the simplest sentence, but it contains the most emotional words. Live, learn and grow. It is everywhere, everyone knows it, everyone knows it. It is the most unforgettable, admirable, precious and warmest love in the world! A famous person once said: "Motherly love is a great and warm cradle. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? " Yes, from conception in 10 to painful delivery. My mother has done so much for me. In my eyes, maternal love is a book that can never be read. It records the dribs and drabs of your growth and the tears and sweat of your mother. I will spend my whole life reading this book and love my mother with all my love, just as she loves me!

Motherly love composition 3 "Now I go back to my grandmother's house every week, and I wash my bike, so that you can go by bike, which can not only exercise, but also save time …" My mother bent down and wiped an inch of dust on her bike with linen, which was very skilled. I stood by blankly, watching my mother carefully clean my bike. I feel a little guilty, but the thought of that "old" bike makes me angry. "I have been riding for decades, but I don't want to change it. My classmates are riding racing cars, but I still ... "I complained in my heart, but I was afraid to say it. Afraid of mom scolding. I am afraid that my mother will be sad and disappointed; Afraid to see my mother's sad eyes; Afraid ... looking at her thin back, a scene glided before my eyes, and I walked out of the campus loudly with a book. I walked on my way home, kicking the stones on the road and whistling what I thought was very nice.

At this moment, a conversation between a woman and a little boy came from behind the voice. "Mom, today we learned a poem called Dandelion. Shall I recite it to you? " The wind blows gently, dandelions float gently and fly … Let's go find Mother Earth! Mom, did I recite well? "I don't forbid whistling. Listen quietly. " It's good. Did you do well in school? What else did the teacher teach you? "I saw this mother with her child, riding a bicycle and passing by me, getting farther and farther. Looking at the intimate back of mother and son, I have a lot of thoughts.

I remember when I was very young, my mother's work unit was far away, and she would pick me up by bike every day after work. On the way home, my mother always teaches me Tang poetry and Song poetry while riding a bike. Every time my mother reads them, I will read "Goose, Goose, Goose", "Goose, Goose" and "Quxiang Tian Ge". ..... Gradually, I can recite dozens of songs in a row, and my mother's face will be filled with a gratified smile, and pedestrians on the road will also cast a favorable look.

Whenever it rains, the muddy dirt road in front of the house becomes more difficult to walk. Sometimes when it rains heavily, water can't reach people's feet. My mother always let me sit in the car with an umbrella, but I wore a raincoat, rolled up my pants and made the trunk of the cart stiff, which is still clearly hidden in my memory.

A few years later, the dirt road became a spacious asphalt road. In the love and praise of adults, I found myself taller and more sensible. I said to myself, "I have grown up!" " "Just when I am happy to find that I have grown up, my mother is old. The small slope in my mother's eyes before, somehow, has become this long and steep slope now, and my mother can't ride any more ... "Come and help me. "Mom's words pulled me back from meditation. I was helping the car when I suddenly found a few white hairs in my mother's black hair and several deep wrinkles on her forehead. Suddenly I feel that my mother is old and has lost her former youth. The best youth in her life was spent with her family and me. Oh, I see, this is maternal love, selfless and great love. And this old bicycle contains a deep maternal love and my mother's expectations for me. At this time, the bike is brand-new. I am very happy to take the key in my mother's hand and her love for me, a heavy love.

I hope that in this slightly cool night, I can have maternal love to accompany me through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Who is the person who gives me happiness with my healthy growth? Who can work hard for me, work hard? Who is the person who supports and encourages me in time when I encounter setbacks? There is only one answer, and that is-my mother.

My mother is the first candle to light up my life journey. She is not very clever, but she shines like a bean. She burned herself bit by bit, leaving candle tears drop by drop. I gradually found that there were several slight wrinkles on my mother's charming face, which were fine and dense. It seems to have written down her 39-year history, like an incomprehensible text, which is the mark left by the wind and frost of the years on her mother!

Open my colorful memory treasure house, and there will be one thing that makes me cry like rain. We moved into a new house that winter. Don't mention how happy I am. We'll see the kitchen later. Go around the bedroom later. When I went to the bathroom, I saw a new bath in the bathroom. I couldn't wait to take a hot bath, so I said to my mother with joy, "Mom, I want to take a bath." But my mother said to me, "Let my mother wash it first, and then you can wash it after she finishes." My face sank and I said unhappily, "What's wrong with letting me wash first?" My mother just smiled and turned into the bathroom. I couldn't help crying when I listened to the sound of my mother putting the bath water on. I kicked the sofa and kept saying, "Why?"

Winter goes and summer comes, and the room is as hot as a steamer. At this time, my mother was lazy, didn't watch TV or sleep, and the order of bathing was reversed. Every week, I wash first, and then my mother washes. I went to take a shower as usual that day. My father asked my mother in the living room, "don't you always take a shower first?" ? How have these two days changed? Mother replied, "In winter, it's not very hot in the house. After I take a shower, the temperature in the bathroom will rise by at least one degree, so that my daughter won't catch cold when she takes a shower! "Dad said with a smile," Will it be cooler for my daughter to take a shower first that summer? " Mom said, "Yes, so I asked her to wash it after winter and first in summer." They thought I didn't hear their conversation, but I heard it clearly. Think about what my mother has done these days. I've never really thought about what it means. I'm so stupid! I also complained that she took a bath first, and now I know that my mother gave me the most common but precious love in the world. At this point, my nose was sour and two lines of tears welled up. ......

I didn't say it, and I didn't deliberately change the order of washing first and then washing, because I knew that my mother gave me love in this way, real love. Winter increases the temperature for me in an instant, and summer decreases the temperature for me in an instant. It's only a moment's temperature, but it's warm 100 degrees.

Every time I hear this song about my mother, I can't help thinking of my mother who loves me.

I remember once, my mother and I traveled to Sanya, Hainan, which is a sea world and a paradise for vacation. This is my first time to see the sea! I was very excited all the way. When I got to the seaside, my mother repeatedly told me not to swim too far, so I could only play at the seaside. But I sighed disapprovingly, regardless of my mother's dissuasion, and couldn't wait to rush to the embrace of the sea. Just as I was having a good time, a gust of wind roared, and a huge wave suddenly set off in the sea, which quickly washed me away. I swallowed several mouthfuls of seawater in a row. I shouted "Mom, Mom ..." At this moment, my mother who can't swim heard my cry and rushed into the sea without hesitation. She ran quickly against the current and saw that the sea had reached her mother's chin, but she struggled forward until she took my hand. My mother pulled me ashore bit by bit. On the beach, I was shocked after a narrow escape. My mother patted me on the back and comforted me by saying, "Don't be afraid, there is my mother here! Be sure to listen to your mother in the future, safety is the most important! " I listened to my mother's words, and my eyes immediately became moist.

Through this incident, I realized the selflessness and strength of maternal love. Walking and strolling in the bath of maternal love, I have never felt lonely and helpless. My mother loves me, and I love my mother more!