The story of my plump mother being violated

1. A story that moved me (happened around my mother)

It moved me

Ai Shen, Grade 5, Class 6

In life, my parents have always taken good care of me. No matter when they are exhausted, when they are busy at work, or when they are tired and irritated by work, they will drop everything to take care of me whenever I need it. Me, care about me, let me feel mother's love and father's love all the time.

I remember one time, I had a high fever and kept breaking out in cold sweats. When my mother saw this, she immediately touched my head. It seemed that I had touched an ice cube. In fact, it was my mother's hand that touched my hot and scalding penis. He wrapped my head in a thick quilt and called my father at the same time. My father hurriedly found "Isatis Root", "Lingyang Detoxification Tablets" and antipyretics and fed them to me. I was in a daze and called me again. I drank a lot of warm boiled water, which made me sweat a lot. My discomfort also flowed out of my body little by little with the sweat. I felt much more comfortable and awake. At this time, my body temperature also dropped a little. In order to prevent my condition from recurring, my mother brought the medicine again when the time was up. The method I adopted was: insist on not taking medicine, and just put these medicines there as a placebo. , if the fever still doesn’t go away tomorrow morning, go to the hospital for consultation and prescribe medicine; my mother couldn’t resist me, so she had to listen to me, but at night I woke up so uncomfortable, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my mother was sleeping next to my bed. At this time, I looked at my watch, and it was three o'clock. My mother seemed to notice it, and she hurriedly sat up and asked, "What, are you still feeling uncomfortable?" I nodded, and my mother hurriedly touched my head. He muttered to himself: "The fever has started again. My son, please take medicine quickly, otherwise your brain will be burned out and you will become a little fool." Then he fed the medicine into my mouth and let me drink a lot. of water and put a wet towel on my head.

I looked at the red bloodshot eyes and chapped lips of my mother, and a tear quietly crossed my cheek. I deeply felt my mother’s love for me, and I secretly shed tears. Determined to be obedient and never make my mother angry again.

2. Night I used to be very timid and would not dare to look outside when it got dark (qiáo); my mother told the brave story again and again, but I 1. I am very timid and dare not look outside once it gets dark

2. The flowers and plants all smile as if they were in the daytime, and how do the birds sleep in the moonlight

3. As long as you bravely explore, you can learn about many things you didn't know before. (As long as the meaning is correct)

3. The story between my mother and I, first grade

I have a mother who cares about me. She has a bright pair of eyes. Eyes that look like black gems, thick eyebrows, and a high nose...

My mother is very kind to me. She will buy me almost everything I want to buy. , except for the useless stuff. Next, let me tell you a story about how my mother cared about me! Be sure to listen carefully!

I remember one time, when I was playing with my neighbor, I suddenly fell down accidentally, which added another pain to my leg. My mother saw it and rushed me to the hospital. The doctor's clairvoyance judged that I needed stitches. Because my wound was too big and deep. When I heard the word stitches, I was stunned as if I had lost my soul. The sewing started, and I held my mother's hand tightly. Mom said: Don't be afraid, it will be fine and it won't hurt. I had no choice but to agree. The needles penetrated my flesh one by one, and the pain was so painful that I felt worse than death. I secretly saw my mother crying, and I stopped crying immediately, and my mother hurriedly wiped away her tears. My wound gradually improved and I could walk again. My mother smiled so hard that all her teeth were exposed to the sun.

This is my mother.

4. The summary of the story of My Mother is an Elf (from Chapter 1 to Farewell, Mom) must be accurate, and you must be honest as a person. You cannot copy it online. Please do it

< p> An earth-shattering event happened in my family. Before the earth-shattering event happened, it was always like every peaceful day. This is my experience. That evening, my father opened that night's "Xinmin Evening News" at the table. The mailbox at my house was so small that the postman always had to fold the newspaper into a crumpled shape before he could put it in. Every time Dad peeled them off layer by layer, he said, "We must replace the mailbox with a new one tomorrow." But Dad was too lazy, so he didn't do it. Mom brought out the cooked dishes from the kitchen. What she cooked today was fried pork slices with mushrooms. The top slice of meat was trembling. She said to me: "It will be ready soon. You eat first. After eating today's mushrooms, you will run faster than a rabbit in your next gym class, because the mushrooms eaten by rabbits are not fried in oil." I never I don’t like eating because I have never felt hungry, but today I am in a hurry and have the table ready. Mom was late cooking dinner today in order to rush to draw the illustrations for "The Red and the Black". And I have to finish my meal before I can watch "Growing Pains" on Educational TV. Now, in addition to Chinese and mathematics textbooks, the American TV series "Growing Pains" is something that all the students in our class know. Like many people, my favorite is the beginning of it, - photos stacked together, a person The babies (babies) have grown up before their eyes, and so have their parents. We all look forward to growing up and not having to suffer in class every day.

I love this TV series so much that I also like taking pictures. When I celebrated my birthday, my parents gave me a small point-and-shoot camera. Whenever I have free time, I take some pictures by myself. It's just that my technique is not good. The mother in the photo always has no shadow and is very blurry, but the children in the photo are very clear. I was pouring wine for my dad. My dad was a surgeon. He was the kind of guy who would kill people with a knife to feed me and my mom. He always looked so tired when he came home every day and never used his set of keys. He opened the door by himself, but he was impatient to touch the key, and he always knocked on the door with "bang bang". When he walked into the house, he always had a pained look on his face, as if the most naughty king in our class knew that he was going to be scolded by the teacher, so he walked towards the teacher step by step, as if he was afraid of stepping on ants. That kind of look. So he often drinks a little wine at night, and then his face will turn red quickly, and then he will start talking as if he comes alive. He read the evening newspaper very carefully, even reading the missing person notice in the middle, as if someone was missing in his family. He sat in his special chair (it was a rocking chair), rocked vigorously, and then told his mother what was in the newspaper. Mom always followed what his father said, and when his father talked about the real estate in the newspaper The advertisement is deceiving, so my mother said: "It's only 100 meters away from the subway, or the speed of the largest wings is 100 meters." My mother is often busy drawing some illustrations that she has not finished during the day. She is a free spirit. Professional painter, working at home. There are three cups on the table. Dad’s cup needs to be filled with rice wine, and my cup needs to be filled with Sprite, because I am under 16 years old and cannot drink Coke. Mom said there is something in Coke that will settle on children’s teeth and turn them black. Mom said that girls cannot have black teeth. Women in ancient China all had black teeth, so they always covered their mouths when smiling. Mom often says this, and when Dad hears it, he will say: "Don't talk nonsense." Mom's cup must be filled with Coke, and she loves Coke. The three of us in our family sit in our own chairs and use our own cups for meals every day. At this moment, I realized that I had mixed up my father's and mother's cups. When I reacted, I had already poured a little rice wine on the bottom of my mother's cup. But its color is really similar to that of Shaoxing rice wine. I know that my mother never eats wine, or even drunk shrimp. But the little bit of wine at the bottom of the cup really didn't look dangerous at all. We ran in gym class that day and my legs were very sore. "Growing Pains" was about to start. If I didn't sit down quickly After eating, I didn’t have time to read the beginning. I borrowed my mother's cup and tasted it. It just tasted a little like wine, and it was not much different from the Chinese medicine in Coke. My father shouted loudly from the big rocking chair behind: "Chen Miaomiao, don't drink Coke secretly, your teeth will turn black." I was shocked. When my mother heard this, she also followed up in the kitchen: "Chen Miaomiao, don't drink secretly." Children's souls are not strong and cannot be frightened. As soon as they called me, I immediately rushed in with a splash of real Coke. Is it because I'm afraid they will find out my real mistakes, or something else, I don't know. Children will do inexplicable things when their parents yell. Mom's cup is filled with real Coke, and I can't pour the whole cup away. It's too wasteful. At that time, I thought, I must pay attention next time. Because I felt guilty, I put the big Coke bottle upright next to my mother's cup to prove that it was full of Coke. At this time, my mother brought the rice. Since my father started drinking some wine at night. Mom sat on the farthest side of the table from Dad to eat. She didn't even like the smell of wine. Mom drank her Coke. Mom suddenly turned pale, took her first sip of Coke, pushed away the table and jumped up. Her eyes were so wide, she looked at Dad in panic and then back at me. Dad also jumped up and caught mom. Mom's body hung gently in Dad's arms, like the lightest piece of silk. Dad held Mom's body and went to their bedroom. When I turned a corner in the corridor, I saw my mother's hanging legs floating up like silk clothes when they were blown by the wind. Just like the sun crawling out of the clouds and the sunlight lighting up and steaming on the ground little by little, my mother's swaying feet turned blue little by little. Me

5. Story House. Early in the morning on the road, my mother pulled me up from the warm quilt: "Xiao Gong, your grandma is sick, please call your uncle quickly. 1. Be happy and happy, white and green

2. Carry, hug, kick and jump Fall

3. Hurry early in the morning, hurry up early in the morning

4. Help the old lady carry the basket and the brother on the bicycle help each other

6. Write in a paragraph The story of my mother and me

My mother gave me life. When I was growing up, there was one thing that impressed me deeply. One night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came over to help me. Check the homework. Suddenly, my mother yelled at me: "What's wrong with you?" You got 3 of the 6 questions wrong! How outrageous! "It turned out that my mother found out that I had made too many mistakes in my questions, and she was so angry. After she said it, she picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I said angrily: "No, it's wrong 3 A question! Do you need to scold me like that and hit me so hard and hard? "My mother was already angry. Seeing me like this only added fuel to the fire and made things worse.

The furious mother yelled at me again: "How dare you talk back..." She picked up a small stick nearby and hit me. It wasn't until I screamed in pain that my mother stopped beating me. So I wrote a piece of paper full of sadness, then tore up the composition, threw the pieces of paper on the floor, crawled onto the bed and started crying. At this time, my mother opened the door and walked in, seeing the messy scraps of paper on the ground. , didn’t say a word, just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then neatly stacked them together and put them in the drawer. Then he sat down and calmly reasoned with me. I gradually calmed down and felt that what I did was indeed too wrong. I gently got up from the bed, walked to my mother and said to her: "Good mother, I will never be like this again. Please forgive me, am I?" My mother said to me in a soft tone: "Okay . Mom just wants to tell you that she is doing it for your own good.”

Fortunately, I worked hard to write this. 7. I watched a movie online and there was a big picture in it. My brother made a big sister scream, which made me laugh so hard! I told this story to my parents, and they thought it was too violent. It is very violent for men to hit women. Your father is doing it for your own good and does not want you to become a violent person. Look at that If you find the movie interesting, it means you are already interested in this kind of thing and need to stop

But your dad did pass it by smashing the computer, but don’t blame him, your dad doesn’t want you to be that kind of person in the future

8. The touching story of my mother and I 43

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It was late at night, and I was still watching TV in the room. I was bored and changing the channel. "Click!" The door opened and it was my father. With an angry look on his face, his father walked straight to the TV and turned off the power. He pointed at the door and yelled at me angrily: "Go and see what time it is now? You are still watching TV. I will move the TV out tomorrow, now you go to bed quickly!" Father's roar I had to put down the remote control in my hand, and unconvinced, I shrank into the quilt, covered my head with the quilt, and stopped making any sound. After a while, I heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area suddenly became much darker. When I stretched my head, my father had left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up out of the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room, as if it was suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, there was an unknown fire running around in my heart. Isn't it just watching TV? As for it, I finally had a weekend and couldn't even watch TV and relax... I don't know how long it took, under the shroud of darkness, a feeling of sleepiness came to my heart, and I was in a hazy state. I suddenly heard a slight sound of opening the door. I struggled to open my eyes a little. Under the light from outside the door, a long and narrow shadow shot onto the wall, and it was my father again. My father leaned half in and took a look inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he walked into the room gently for fear of waking me up. He came to the bedside and I quickly pretended to be asleep. My father carefully pulled up the quilt that I had kicked away. In the darkness, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was already standing in front of the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight, and his hair has become thinner and thinner. The busy family life has caused white strands to appear on his dark hair. The weak light outside the door made several plasters on my father's lower back appear and disappear. In the past few days, I often hear my father complain about pain in his lower back. Too much work has exhausted my father. However, he still goes to bed late and gets up early every day, busy with many things. Looking at his father's broad back, a feeling of regret rose from deep in his heart. "Wow!" My father gently closed the curtains, cutting off the meager moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind. Every weekend, I am always the last to get up, not because I am lazy, but because of this small curtain. It makes my room very dark, and the one who pulls it up every day is my father. Looking at the closed curtains, I was shocked again and again. Doesn't my father do this just to let me sleep more every day and have enough and comfortable sleep? Looking at my father's broad back, thinking of my father's strictness and teachings, and then thinking of how busy and exhausted he was, I understood. I finally understood a part of my father's great love. If you want your son to make progress, you should close your friendly face; if you want your son to be comfortable, you should be delicate and subtle. Only when you love to the extreme can the closing of the heart curtain be so clear and strong.

The curtains were gently closed, and the father's love like flowing water was flowing into my heart through the gaps in the curtains, making me feel warm and happy

Family love, but the most unforgettable family love is that A little golden goldfish... I remember when I was in third grade, I went to school just after the New Year. My classmates happily talked about the beauty of spring and the blooming flowers. However, I didn't think there was anything good about it. Because I went to school in the cold spring. , my teeth chattered because of the cold in the morning. My classmates said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I felt very uncomfortable when I returned home and lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I was sleeping. I heard a familiar voice, "Get up! Xiaowan!" When I woke up, I saw it was my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, "The temperature is 40 degrees. "My mother immediately became nervous. She called my head teacher to ask for leave. Then, my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink the antipyretic medicine. I carefully found that there were big beads of sweat rolling down my mother's forehead. I thought , Mom must be in a hurry, I must get better soon. Log in to the composition website, you can also contribute. I don’t know why I have a high fever, and I am sweating after drinking medicine. Mom is busy changing towels to wipe my back, and I have been busy. At noon, I didn't even bother to eat, so I fell asleep again... I felt my mother carrying me to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I stayed in the hospital for a week and four days. Log in to the composition website, you can also contribute. Every day I earn I could see my mother standing by my side even when I opened my eyes. My illness recovered, and I found that my mother had dark circles under her eyes and a hint of silver hair.

These are just for reference. This kind of thing happens around us. Many, parents' love is not so vigorous, but they care about you bit by bit in your life

9. "The Story of My Mother and Me" Write a personal narrative about several things< /p>

Step One: Extracurricular Kung Fu

Students can find that generally speaking, students who write good compositions prefer reading or have good excerpting habits. As the saying goes, "It takes less than a day to freeze three feet of ice," which is very true. We may feel that life is dull and there is nothing to write about. This concept is wrong. Life is not dull. Even if it is dull, there are many subtle things that shock you and make your mood fluctuate. We feel that life is dull just because of the lack of observation and heartfelt understanding; more often, even if there are things around us that make us feel dull. Due to the lack of recording habits, we often let good materials pass by us because of the lack of recording habits. In addition, in addition to the reality of life, we can get inspiration from other people's articles and see how others portray characters. It can be used as a reference; you can also use the characters described by others as a character template to think of other such people around you. You can even use a character who is deeply impressed after reading as the object of your writing, as long as it meets the requirements of the topic. , fictional reality is no worse than real reality. In short:

1. Observe life and experience it with your heart.

2. Carry your notebook with you and never miss any small inspiration or any moment that touches you or shocks you.

3. Imitate the portrayal of characters from reading and draw materials from reading.

Step 2: Determine the center

Since the article is about people, students usually choose people they are familiar with, so which person to choose will not be a problem. What will become a problem is how to describe this person. Obviously, our old way of writing will not work. Writing about people is usually to highlight certain character traits of the character. To go deeper, it may be to praise or criticize the person, to express the memory of the person; or perhaps, through the description of the character, to reflect the big picture in a small way. The social background is like this in "Kong Yiji" for example. Therefore, when we write narratives about people, we can establish the following centers:

1. Simply express the personality characteristics of a certain character;

2. Praise or criticize the character characteristics of this person;

3. By recalling "I"'s interaction with this person, I express "my" nostalgia for him;

4. By describing a specific person, I express this A group of people in society who have the same characteristics as him reflect a social background.

Generally speaking, we choose the first three types of centers more often. If the fourth center can be written, it will be very brilliant, but because the theme is large, it is difficult to grasp.

The third step is to determine a few people and a few things

Writing narratives about people can be divided into writing about a single person, writing about two people, and writing about a group. When writing about a person, you can "write about one person with one thing" or "write about one person with many things". Writing articles about groups is like "Who is the cutest person?" In fact, it is about writing about the uniqueness of a group. We do not advocate everyone writing about groups. The remaining modes have their own merits and key points to pay attention to.

(1) One thing, one person

This kind of narrative expresses a person through a relatively complete thing, requiring the thing to be specific and vivid, so we have to choose the most typical person who can express the character. For an event, choose the thing that impressed you the most and moved you the most to write about it. It is required that this event shows the most typical characteristics of this character, or that multiple characteristics of this person slowly emerge in this event.

It's like, when we take pictures, the camera slowly advances and the characters slowly become fleshed out during the narrative process.

(2) Many things happen to one person

The required number of words for junior high school narratives is 600 words. Therefore, when we use many things to write about one person, there is a limit. Usually it is two or three things. If it exceeds Four or five things, then this kind of article will be boring, because there are too many things to write about, and you can only rush them in one stroke. Such an article requires appropriate detail and paragraphs to complement each other. Writing about many things usually represents multiple perspectives and several different characteristics of a person; of course, it does not rule out using several interrelated things to write about a certain aspect of a person's typical character.

(3) Articles about two people

Usually it is to reflect a certain friendship between two people or a new relationship between characters. Before writing this kind of article, you need to understand the relationship between the two people. The connection and primary and secondary status between them, realizing that the two characters should set off and influence each other.

We talk about this step because only when we determine how many people we want to write about, how to write, and know what the focus of writing should be, can we be prepared when we actually write. Please refer to the next article, students, we will talk about how to start when officially writing.

10. A short story about my mother and me (short)

A short story about my mother and me

My mother is quite tall and has big eyes. , bright and energetic, sometimes wearing a pair of glasses, looking very elegant and delicate. But she looks best when she doesn't wear glasses.

My mother is very gentle and always speaks in a soft voice, as if she is afraid of scaring others. My mother loves me very much. When I am sick, she will patiently coax me to take medicine; when I achieve results, she will share the joy with me; She didn't understand the truth; when I had difficulties in learning, she would explain it to me carefully.

My mother has done many things for me, but one thing is very unforgettable for me: one day after school, it started to rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier. I didn't bring any rain gear, so I was trapped at the school gate. I was so anxious that I thought: How should I get home? Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure came to me holding an umbrella. I took a closer look: It was my mother! My mother's pants and shoes were all wet because she was running in a hurry. I quickly ran under my mother's umbrella. My mother was afraid that my clothes and schoolbag would get wet, so she handed me the umbrella. But she herself was caught in the rain, so she took off a coat to protect herself from the rain. When I got home, I saw my mother shivering from the cold, which made me feel very uneasy.

Mom's love is really priceless. I will care more about, love and understand my mother in the future.