The composition of fifth grade mother

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is 10 composition written by my fifth-grade mother, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

Mom is always perfect in my eyes. For more than ten years, the traces of years have quietly climbed up the corner of my mother's eye. I grew up healthily and happily under the umbrella of maternal love.

I remember one night, my mother asked me to change her waist plaster. I'm puzzled: my mother never said anything about backache. I gently lifted my mother's coat, but I saw a lot of small bumps. It turned out that my mother was not only tortured by the waist demon, but also by that little pimple. Mom, are you in pain? I asked sadly. But my mother smiled and said it didn't hurt, not at all! There are still some wrinkles in mom's smile. Actually, my mother is not happy either. On the one hand, he smiled with relief, on the other hand, he tried to hide his pain. Because mom doesn't want me to worry.

When I helped my mother put on the plaster, my mother frowned again. I seem to hear my mother shouting: pain! I have never seen my mother in such pain. Looking at it, it seems that my waist hurts. I quickly asked: Mom, does it hurt? Let dad accompany you to check tomorrow. No, it's okay. I left my clothes behind and asked me: Have you finished your homework? Go write it. I know my mother is doing me good, but she doesn't want to distract me from my study, so she said so.

Mother always thinks of others and never thinks of herself. What a simple mother, what a lovely mother!

One day, I challenged my mother to guess riddles with me. Mother accepted the challenge and said, "I lost." I promise you one thing. " Study hard after losing, okay? "

"good!" I said yes.

Soon in the afternoon, my game with my mother officially began! First, my mother asked, "How to transport water with bamboo baskets?" I thought about it: "As the saying goes, draw water with a sieve. But mom also said how to draw water from the bamboo basket? The question of 1 stumped me. What happened after that? Is mom lying to me? " There are many questions around me, and I finally can't help it. I am embarrassed to ask, "Mom, how can a bamboo basket carry water?"? Or you say it. " "alas! I thought you were too good to answer this question! Dare to challenge me and tell you the truth, can't you transport water by turning it into ice? " Mom said proudly. My mother blew my beard and glared at me angrily. I argued with my mother for hours, and finally I said, what has eight legs, eight heads and eight hands? This puzzling question caught my mother. "What am I?" This is what I proudly said: "mom, I really thought you played for hours!" To tell the truth, this is a monster. There are many kinds of monsters, and I only say one of them. " Mom finally lost a game, which made me jump around happily.

Although I lost, I also gained something. For example, knowledge is like the sea, no matter how you learn it, you can't finish it. After learning the knowledge, I will challenge my mother again, and I will definitely surpass my mother then. In short, the family was very lively that day, and my mother and I had a good time.

My mother is not a teacher, doctor or shop like other people's mothers ... she is just an ordinary worker. He has made extraordinary achievements in his ordinary job and can be said to be a very excellent worker.

In the factory, she works actively; When she got home, she was very tired, but she went on working and did all the housework at home. Mom loves cleanliness. Whenever she sees that the floor of the room is a little dirty, she will clean it with a broom. Then, she will mop the floor. The floor is clean enough to lie down and sleep. At this time, I was doing manual work in my room. After I finished writing, I put the waste paper in a notebook, wanted to take it to the bathroom and pour it into the trash can. Walking, I accidentally took the garbage to the living room floor.

Mom saw it and didn't scold me. She just picked it up again, swept the garbage, and then took a mop to mop the dirty floor. Look, how much my mother loves me! Even if I fail in the exam, he won't blame me or criticize me severely. On the contrary, he will comfort me, encourage me and tell me to do well in the exam next time. Look, how tolerant my mother is to me!

Once, I failed the math exam. When I get home, I don't want my mother to read the test paper, but I don't want to lie to my mother either. Later, I showed my mother the test paper. At this time, my mother's face turned a little serious. After reading it for a while, she said, "Look at this paper. What you did wrong is some calculations, which means you can do it, but you are careless. " You must remember the lesson this time, be careful at ordinary times, and be more careful in the exam. I'm sure you will pass the exam next time, and even get a perfect score. "I said," Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely correct my carelessness. "

Look, how nice my mother is! I love mom!

A teenager originally had a warm and happy family, but a sudden earthquake changed the fate of this family. When his father died, his mother remarried, leaving the boy to his sister and went far away. that this is not the important question. The point is that this teenager's parents actually have others. ...

He is like a Achnatherum splendens on the grass beach. He has experienced wind and rain, but he still stands tenaciously.

Last night, because my mother and I had completely different answers to a math problem, my face was like the weather in March. I always said that my mother was wrong, and that was wrong. I even turned things out when I was a child and worked out old and new accounts together. My mother kept talking about her views on this issue and didn't pay attention to my expression at all. I can't stand it any longer. I rushed into the room at once, slammed the door and couldn't help crying. Slipped across my face and landed on the table.

After the incident, I still stubbornly believe that my answer is right. But my mother shouldn't arbitrarily ask me to change the right one into the wrong one. Today, I finished reading the book I left to come back, from which I learned a lot. In fact, my mother doesn't know what the teacher thinks about this kind of problem, but she just helps me with her ideas. But I was so unreasonable that I yelled at her before she finished. She was left alone and walked out of the room. Mom, I really want to say to you, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Filial piety is the foundation of virtue. I believe tomorrow will show a brand-new self, a filial and sensible Zhang Yin, and I will finally bid farewell to irrationality.

This is a story about a young man who oppressed the West. At that time, Yu Yaxi experienced something that other children had never experienced, and experienced ups and downs that others could not think of. But at the same time, in this experience, he shaped his generosity, tenacity and courage. ...

After reading this book, I can't help but sigh that he is sensible and caring. In real life, I am a child who is neither sensible nor caring for others. In the face of my parents' love, I repay them with more blame and complaints.

Mother opened the door gently and was about to tell me the correct answer. I am like an erupting volcano, shouting, "This problem is done like this. If you want to change it, the teacher has said it a hundred times in class. Questions like this can only be multiplied by π, not by 3. 14 count. " Mom was obviously shocked by my expression and left the room silently.

Think about the sensible filial piety in the book, and then think about my stubbornness and irrationality. I found that the gap between me and Yu is really too big. I am a good boy in the teacher's mind at school, but I am so arrogant at home. What am I doing? I can't help feeling deeply guilty of my previous irrationality and full of apologies to my parents.

It is sunny today, and the sky seems to have been washed. My mother woke me up early in the morning and asked me to go to the market to buy food with her. In fact, this is the second time that my mother and I have come to the market to buy food. I remember the last time I came, it was a long time ago! So, I can't remember clearly. As soon as I entered the market, a bustling scene unfolded before me. The coldness just now has disappeared. Mom goes shopping first. I came to the food stall and saw fresh Chinese cabbage and green vegetables ... At this time, my mother seemed to want to test me, so she smiled and said to me with a Chinese cabbage: "Daughter, tell me about it. How much does it cost? " This stumped me. I really hate not coming to the market to buy food with my mother many times. I touched my forehead and said shyly, "Mom, I won't!" " "Mom said," How much do you think I should buy! " "I saw my mother ask the price first, then picked up three Chinese cabbages and bought them. My mother turned to me and said sternly, "You should remember this! Although this is a small problem in life, what if you can't do it and grow up to work? " I nodded, blushing and said, "I know, mom!" " "Then, we came to the place where fried chicken wings were sold. My mother looked at me and I immediately understood. I said to the seller, "Four fried chicken wings!" "Suddenly, my mother smiled with relief. On the way home, I thought: Today is a great harvest! You must learn from your mother about the little things in your life in the future!

My mother has a bad temper. Whenever something happens, she will shout at the top of her lungs, just like a roaring lioness, which makes our family panic all day.

Last time, I was chatting with my father. While we were having fun, my father broke the bowl with a bang. When my mother saw it, her face became gloomy, her eyes were full of anger, her head was on fire, and her lips seemed to turn blue. At this time, I walked away and knew that my mother was possessed by this "bad temper". I understand that mom is angry with dad. Mom is making an example. Kill dad first and then kill me. Sure enough, as expected, half an hour later, my mother came with a sullen face: "This bowl is very expensive and new. You must pay double compensation. Tell you what, you and your dad each pay 50 yuan. " After that, she smiled proudly, leaving me to cry at the doll: this month's pocket money was ruined again ...

Mom's "bad temper" is really overwhelming A month ago, I took an exam and the result was not satisfactory: 54 points. Ranked "first" in a class of 57 people, which angered my mother. She gave me a "bamboo whip" and a "bite" angrily, but she was not convinced. She took a day off and spent a lot of money on many reference books, forcing me to do a few pages a day and review a few chapters in a few days. I looked at this mountain of books and wanted to cry without tears, but I didn't dare to resist. I can only "learn from the mountains and learn from the sea"

Time flies, one month later, another exam. Unexpectedly, I got 97 points in the exam, which is a great happy event. In a class, I was crossed and enjoyed the happiness brought by honor, but I also knew that this was brought by my mother's "bad temper".

Well, it seems that mother's "bad temper" still shows "good".

Today is March 8 Women's Day, and I decided to do something for my mother. What should I do? When I came to the kitchen and saw my mother peeling potatoes, I helped my mother cut potatoes. Thinking of this, I quickly washed my hands and ran to my mother and said, "Mom, I'll cut potatoes today." My mother readily agreed, packed my chopping board, kitchen knife and peeled potatoes for me, and was about to tell me the essentials of cutting potatoes, but I said impatiently, "I know, I know, isn't it just shredding potatoes?"

Mom smiled and said, "Well, be careful not to cut your hand."

The small kitchen has become my world now, and I really feel a little grown up. I thought: how exciting it would be when I cut the shredded potatoes and put them in front of my mother! The more I think about it, the happier I am. I will learn from my mother and work confidently.

I remember that when my mother cut potatoes, she had to slice them first, then put the knife gently on them, and then even the potato slices could be cut out quickly. However, once this knife is in my hand, it seems that it doesn't work. Although I worked hard, I almost didn't cut my hand with a knife. The cut potato was very thick, not one piece, but a lump. That doesn't count. I haven't cut it many times. Potatoes seem to be deliberately against me, wobbling. "This is a very simple thing. How can it be so expensive to do? " I have no choice but to ask my mother for help.

My mother patiently told me the method first: you cut a knife first, with the flat side facing down, so that the potatoes will be smooth. When slicing, the knife should be applied vertically to make the slices cut neatly and evenly; When cutting silk, first code the pieces, and then cut them evenly.

After listening to my mother's explanation and watching her demonstration, when I picked up the knife again, I kept in mind the essentials and tried my best to imitate it, and I never dared to treat it lightly again. Under my hand, the potato first turned into a thin slice, and then into silk. Although it is thick and thin, it is the first time in my life to cut it and do a housework for my dear mother. I'm so happy.

Sister's words: Since I became a blogger, the whole family has been moved by me. My nine-year-old cousin was anxious when he saw me posting my brother's classic quotations on his blog. Make fun of me and let me send his composition to the school letter. He rushed to Yanshi from Luoyang and handed me the composition as soon as he entered the room: "Sister, send my composition to your blog quickly." "Oh." I said yes at once.

Although the mountain is high, there is no great maternal love. Although the sea is deep, there is no deep love from mother. This is what I learned from life.

One night, for fun, I remembered that it was already half past eight when I was doing my homework. I hurried home, and my homework was particularly scrawled, but I finished it in ten minutes. Just when I wanted to sleep, my mother picked up my exercise book and began to check it. When my mother saw my scrawled handwriting, she glared angrily and gnashed her teeth and said, "Why do you write so scrawled?" Write it again! "Then my mother tore up all my homework. I turned my head again and wrote it again. This time is different from last time. I cried and wrote. I wrote the words neatly this time in case my mother tore them up again. I feel very sad in my heart, and I hate my mother a little: Why did my mother let me write it again when she knew I was very tired?

My homework was finally finished, and my mother was very satisfied after reading it. I lay in bed at will and slept comfortably.

After a while, I opened my eyes and found that the light was still on. I thought it was dawn! Suddenly I saw my mother knitting me a winter sweater under the lamp, and tears as big as beans rolled out of my eyes!

Ah! Whether my mother is strict with me or kind to me, these two completely different attitudes contain my mother's deep love for me!

Or sister's words: brother and mother are great; Motherly love is always selfless. As you said, in your article, my sister saw my mother's two kinds of love: one is "strictness" and the other is "kindness". These are all the same mellow love! Sister also hopes that you can remember that love, let the light of that night really shine into your heart, and let your mother's love stay in your body forever!

When I was 9 years old, my father was always busy with work, business trips and overtime. What impressed me was that my mother spent more time with me.

Whenever I cry during a hunger strike, my mother smiles and coaxes me: "Be good, don't cry, mom will feed you!" " "

So I followed my mother with my little face upturned and waited for her below. ...

In this way, year after year, day after day, I grew up in my mother's hot face and loving face.

That day, I caught a cold. Mom bought a lot of medicine, Banlangen, 999 Ganmaoling, all of which were useless. I lay in bed and looked at my mother's haggard face. My heart seems to have been pricked by a needle. I feel unspeakable pain, and my tears can't stop flowing downwards. When my mother saw this, she quickly asked, "Baby, why are you crying?" ? Is there a problem? Still hungry? Don't cry, don't cry, mom will feed you! "I was about to say something when my mother came out of the room and closed the door gently.

I only heard a "scowl" and my mother crying. I endured the pain and discomfort and ran to the kitchen to ask my mother what was wrong. Mom just said lightly, "Nothing, just spilled some oil. It doesn't matter. " But I can clearly see the big red and swollen place on my mother's left arm. Mom said, "Go back to your room and rest quickly, or you will be really miserable if you catch a cold again!" " "He helped me back to my room and tucked me in.

"Come on, get up and eat noodles." I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in my mother's soft voice. Wow, it smells good! With a gentle bite, the noodles instantly melted in my mouth, leaving a strong fragrance. I wolfed down a whole bowl of noodles.

At that time, when I was young, I thought my mother cooked such delicious noodles because of her superb cooking skills. Now I finally know that noodles are so delicious because they are cooked with maternal love.

My mother is a teacher. She works hard for us all day and makes herself very thin.

Some parents always prefer sons to daughters, but my mother is not. My mother worked hard to raise me. Whenever I don't do well in the exam, my mother always says to me, "It doesn't matter, just try my best. It won't happen again."

My mother and I talk about everything. When I am in trouble, my mother always helps me out.

I remember once, I got chicken pox. My mother is busy for me, first give me decoction, and then see if I still have a fever. I opened my eyes and saw my mother's busy figure. I can't help crying. Sometimes, I cry in pain, and my mother cries with me. In those days, my mother could hardly sleep or eat well. I got well, but because I didn't attend class for those days, my knowledge always kept up. My mother knew, and quickly shouldered the burden of making up lessons for me. My mother always patiently explains to me what I don't understand.

Another time, my mother asked me to go to the kitchen and bring out the soup for dinner. When I reached the door, my hand slipped, the soup plate fell off and the hot soup spilled on my feet. My mom, come here quickly. I think it's too bad. I must have been scolded by my mother's character. But to my surprise, my mother said to me with great concern, "Did you burn yourself?" I shook my head. But mom still took out the potion and wiped it for me.

There is a song: "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" This song is completely correct. I think it's perfect for my mother now.

Mom, I want to say to you: "Thank you! Thank you for working so hard for me. I love you, mom. Love you forever, forever! "

? Our family will be like this, and at the same time, we can live a good life. I can't forget the price my father paid and his kindness. I thank you-dad, I bow to you to express my deep gratitude. Your upbringing has made me understand a lot.

Dad, mom, I can't repay your kindness. There are only four words in the preface: thank you!