The composition of fifth grade mother

In normal study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is 10 composition written by my fifth-grade mother for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Every night, I contentedly enter a sweet dream in my mother's beautiful story. Listening to my mother's stories seems to have become something I am used to.

In more than 20xx nights, whether it is unbearable heat or cold wind; No matter whether there are few stars in the moon or it is stormy, my mother sits in the chair on time, opens the book in my expectant eyes, and immerses herself in the story world with me.

I remember that it was a few years ago that my mother had a minor operation because she was ill. At that time, I was listening to Shen's Flying Impala. That's my favorite book. It happened that my mother told the story of impala being cornered by hunters. I'm anxious and worried. What happened to the impala? I thought my mother would not tell stories for a long time, but on the third day, my mother called me to her room.

Mother was lying in bed, and when she saw me, she sat up and leaned against the bed board, still a little pale. I rushed over and asked with concern, "Mom, are you better?" "Much better, good boy." Mother smiled gently and slowly, like the sound of a breeze blowing through leaves. Later, my mother began to talk about the flight of impala. It took me twice as long to talk about what I could finish in ten minutes. This time, I listened carefully.

That night, after hearing my mother's story, I slept soundly. In the evening, I got up and drank some water. I heard my father say to my mother, "You have just finished the operation, so you should pay more attention to rest. Children can learn by themselves. " Mother said, "I want to spend more time with my children." I am busy at work, which is the only time for me and my children. "

Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears. Actually, I am old enough to read by myself. I just want to listen to my mother's voice before going to bed. This is a habit I have developed for many years. ...

Listening to mother's story has become a very ceremonial thing. I grew up in a story told by my mother and fell asleep peacefully in her voice. My mother and I are also working together to create a story. The name of this story is "Mother and Daughter Love". In the future, I will tell my mother about it. ...

One night, I felt uncomfortable and my legs and feet were weak. My mother took me to the doctor in a hurry and prescribed a lot of medicine.

At home, my mother poured water to take medicine. As soon as my mother put the pill in my mouth, I spit it out and kept saying, "It's so bitter, so bitter, I don't want to eat it." My mother hugged me lovingly and coaxed me. "Lovely, mom, get the chocolate. Take the medicine first. " As soon as my mother turned around, I stuffed the pills under my pillow. In order to muddle through, I drank all the water in the cup at one go. Mom saw me take medicine. Smiled with relief.

In the middle of the night, my mother found my forehead burning, my face flushed and I was still panting. My mother quickly uncovered the quilt and gave me medicine without clothes on. After a while, I fell asleep. In a daze, I felt a pair of warm hands wiping sweat and covering the quilt.

The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw that my mother's eyes were black and seemed to be haggard all night. When my mother saw me awake, she sighed and said, "Is my son better?" You're worried about your mother. Don't you eat? "I nodded obediently. Mother helped me up, ready to help me cushion the pillow. Suddenly, my mother's eyes stopped and I looked down. Both pills were exposed. I was scared. Look at my mother. Her face is gloomy, more and more pale, and her mouth is trembling slightly. "What can I do? "I think anxiously, shrank back. Mother stretched out her hands and carefully helped me cushion the pillow. After a while, my mother brought me a bowl of delicious fish porridge, and she just carefully fed me bite by bite. I hung my head and drank porridge uneasily, afraid to look at my mother's face. I said in my mind over and over again: I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry!

Mom, I'm in grade five. I am a senior student. I'm not young anymore. Don't treat me like a child.

After breakfast in the morning, I picked up my schoolbag and left. My mother said, "Wait for me, I'll see you off!" " ""mom! I want to go alone today! Please. "I am very attractive." Don't! "Mom glared at me." The road is too dangerous! You are still young! I don't trust you. "don't! I know which way to go: first, then, then, ""Come on, I won't promise you. Let's go. " Say that finish, then put down the bowl chopsticks, took my hand and dragged me to school. Mom! Don't treat me like a child!

When I came back from school, I saw my mother cleaning. I found that the bowl in the pool had not been washed, so I picked up the cleaning ball and wiped it. When my mother saw it, she quickly grabbed the bowl in my hand and said impatiently, "Go and do your homework! You are too young to do housework. Go back to your room! " "Homework is done at school. Can't you do some housework? Hey! " I was disappointed and ran back to my room angrily. Mother shook her head and sighed softly. I sat on the bed and stared blankly at the wall. Mom! Don't treat me like a child!

At dinner, my father suggested that I learn something. Mother said, "Let her learn the piano! I can watch TV while listening to her play the piano. Enjoy it more! " Dad said, "Let her learn calligraphy! Can write her handwriting beautifully! " "I don't want to learn this." I said, "I want to learn ..." "No! You must learn the piano! " Mother said hastily, "You are too young to decide." "No, you should learn calligraphy!" "no! Learn the piano! " ..... they wouldn't listen to me. Mom! Don't treat me like a child!

Mom! I have grown up, so I don't need you to worry about it anymore. There are some things I can decide for myself, so you don't have to worry anymore.

Mom! Don't treat me like a child!

Fifth grade mother composition 4 Dear mother:

Hello! Do you remember what happened last night? I'm sure you won't forget it. Therefore, I want to take this incident to remind you that the way you educate me is wrong, please change it!

Let's take a look at the content of "camera" first!

Yesterday after school, Mr. Ding distributed the magazine I ordered at school. When I got the new magazine, I couldn't put it down. I imagine there must be a lot of interesting content in it, and I really want to have a look. As soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to open the magazine, so absorbed that I didn't even bother to write my homework.

When it was time to eat, you called me several times, and I barely put down the magazine to eat. I took a few bites at random, put down my chopsticks and ran to read a magazine. You're finished. Come and check my homework after dinner and housework. I just remembered that I haven't done my homework yet! I quickly do my homework honestly, and you sit next to me and stare at my homework. After a while, I sneaked through the magazine while you were not looking. This time, I stirred up a hornet's nest. You are angry. Like an angry tiger, you slapped me hard with your new toilet brush. I cried in pain, and my tears fell to the ground like broken beads.

Mom, it's my fault that I made you angry this time. However, I really can't accept your rude way of education. It is "domestic violence"! Can we change the way of education?

Mom, I wish you good luck in your work and good health.

Love your daughter Kiki.

20xx February 26th

Composition of fifth grade mother 5. She is not as magnificent as the sea, but as beautiful and gentle as the river. She is not as tall and straight as pine and cypress, but has the tenacious struggle of grass; She is a ray of sunshine in my heart, where I stop when I am tired. She is the mother. Now I try to describe the maternal love I have enjoyed in the past 14 years, but I find it impossible to describe it in words. I can only say to you in concise language: mom, your love for me is selfless, I love you!

Mom, I want to tell you that your love for me is as gentle as spring. The first monthly exam, I was defeated and returned home. I am very depressed. On the way home, I don't want to enjoy the surrounding scenery, but I don't know how to explain it to you when I get home. I am even sadder to think of your selfless love for me. However, you didn't criticize me, let alone accuse me. But patted me on the shoulder and told me to work hard next time! In this beautiful spring, you make me feel tender love.

Mom, I want to tell you that your love for me is as warm as summer. In summer, my father and I went out to play tennis and came back sweating and blowing air conditioning. In the middle of the night, I had a fever. You take me to the hospital to register, pay money and take medicine. You give me medicine and water when you get home, and come and observe my expression from time to time. In this hot summer, you made me feel warm love.

Mom, I want to tell you that your love for me is as simple as autumn. When I was sitting at my desk reviewing the monthly exam, you carefully put a cup of hot milk in front of my desk, then quietly walked out and closed the door. In this harvest autumn, you let me feel the simplicity of autumn.

Mom, I want to tell you that your love for me is like the warmth of winter. One morning, when I got up, I found it was snowing outside. I'm worried about the cold weather and slippery roads, but when you packed my books, you said to me: It's snowing today and the roads are slippery. I'll take you to school! In this cold winter, you let me feel the warmth of winter.

Mom, your love for me is selfless, bit by bit. Just like the tenderness of spring, the warmth of summer, the simplicity of autumn and the warmth of winter. I want to say to you: Mom, I love you!

As long as I can remember, my mother's hands are always rough.

At that time, I was still young and ignorant, and I always hated my mother's chapped hands. Later I learned about my mother's hard work. My mother washes a lot of clothes every weekend, but I didn't expect to repay her. So I want to do something I can to help my mother share some housework, so today I decided to try washing clothes.

I took out a pile of dirty clothes from the closet, which I wore when playing football with my friends. The muddy smell on the clothes is mixed with the sour smell of sweat, just like the taste of durian cooked. I put durian-flavored clothes in a basin and soak them in water. Then I painted the clothes with soap the way my mother remembered washing clothes. After soaking for about half an hour, I began to change its taste. I washed all the muddy places repeatedly, and the original crystal clear water has already turned into muddy water. I fished the clothes out of the mud basin, poured out the black muddy water, then took another basin of water, put the clothes back in the basin and rinsed them thoroughly. I look at the clean clothes as if they are shining, which is the result of my own labor! I put it on my nose again. It smells like lavender washing powder.

Suddenly, I felt a little sore in my hands. My fleshy little hand, which I have never done before, was rubbed red. When I stood up, my legs were a little numb and my waist was a little sore. I realized the hard work of my mother washing clothes. Although it is an ordinary little thing in daily life, I feel my mother's hard work and fatigue.

It seems that work is really tiring! In the future, I will try my best to help my mother and father do some housework. I have grown up and am a man, so I can protect my parents. In the future, I will be my parents' little knight and always guard my parents. I must take good care of you and be filial to you.

Article 7 of the fifth-grade mother's composition, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but how much love has been won by an inch of grass." Whenever I see this poem, I always think of my mother who is sometimes humorous and sometimes strict.

My mother is not tall, with curved crescent eyebrows, a pair of big double eyelids, a flat nose and a chubby face printed on her chapped lips. You can't find a plain-looking mother among a group of people.

My mother is very humorous. I often play a little joke on her and she always cooperates with me. Once it was very cold in winter and I could breathe white. While waiting for the bus, I mischievously sprayed a breath on my mother's face and said happily, "I am a' Dongboyue' brand red car." My mother pretended to be afraid at once and ran five meters away from me. As she ran, she said, "I don't want to be sprayed by car exhaust." If I smell too much, I will be poisoned. I'd better stay away. " I hurried to catch up and said, "Okay, okay, I'm not an exhaust car, I'm your cutest baby." My mother turned around, gave me a hug and said, "I don't like cars, but I like my daughter best." Continue to follow me back to the station and wait for the bus.

My mother is also very strict. Once I played with my classmates at school after school and didn't come home in time. My parents looked for me for a long time before they found me at school. When I got home, my mother gave me a good beating and said that everyone should call the police, but I enjoyed it. After the training, my mother closed the door and cried alone in the room. My father said that he was anxious to find my mother, and my mother was very distressed when he hit me. I am very regretful and afraid. I swore silently in my heart that I would never go out to play without permission after school. I don't blame my mother, although it hurts to be beaten this time. I know I was wrong, and I deserve it. A few days later, my mother apologized to me and I apologized to my mother. After that, I never made that mistake again.

Mom, your love for me is as clear as a mountain spring, as warm as sunshine, as a bright light on my road, and you are like a candle, sacrificing yourself and illuminating me. I will never forget your love. I want to say to you: "Mom, I love you."

An event that I will never forget when I was eight hours old. I remember it was a stormy night and I was dizzy in bed.

When my mother came home from work at night, my grandmother immediately told her that I had a fever. My mother touched my forehead so hot that she quickly went out and stopped a taxi to take me to the first hospital of the city. When I got to the hospital, the doctor took my temperature first. 8 degrees, let me open my mouth and check my throat. It turned out that the tonsils were inflamed and swollen. The doctor told his mother to hang salt water. My mother hung salt water with me. I saw my mother running up and down alone to pay for the medicine. At this moment, I suddenly felt that my mother was very tall. I was afraid to go to the hospital since I was a child, because I was afraid of hanging salt water. As soon as I heard that I was going to hang salt water, I quickly asked my mother to take medicine. I don't want to hang salt water After my mother's repeated persuasion, I agreed to hang salt water. My mother encouraged me while telling me stories. I don't know when the needle stuck in my hand. It didn't hurt at all. Salt water hung for a long time and I fell asleep unconsciously. When I woke up, I saw my mother's coat and some food beside me. "Hungry, mom will feed you porridge." Looking at steaming porridge and watching my mother feed me bite by bite, I have an unspeakable taste in my heart. In this way, the salt water hung up 1 for many hours, and by the time I got back to my grandmother's house, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. My mother immediately washed my face and feet to rest me, but she didn't rest to wash my clothes.

Mom, you are too kind to me. I will be filial to you when I grow up. You are really a loving mother.

I always suspected that my mother was the embodiment of the "ever-changing fairy".

A stern mother

I didn't do my homework well, and my mother suddenly stood next to me with fierce eyes, which made me shudder. My mother pointed to my waist and said, "Sit tight and keep your waist straight." Pointing at my words again: "Hold the pen in your hand, hold your head up a little, and write one by one." My mother won't give me any room for negotiation. I didn't dare to refute. I can only adjust my sitting posture and writing quickly according to my mother's requirements.

Alas, I don't know what I did in my last life when I met such a mother.

A gentle mother

In the twelfth lunar month, I was sick in a hospital bed. My mother asked the company for leave to accompany me. My mother was very worried and kept holding my hand gently with her warm hand. I'm hungry, but it's raining heavily outside. My mother rushed into the rain without an umbrella and ran out to buy me food without hesitation. Mom came back and was soaked to the skin. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" Mom smiled and said, "Nothing, as long as the baby is not hungry, mom is not cold."

I feel my mother's hand. It's cold. At that moment, my eyes filled with tears.

A capable mother

My mother goes to work almost every day. She is the monitor and monitor of the workshop. She is often the last one to get off work. It is common to go home in the dark. My sister and I always make a mess at home. My mother checks homework, eats, sweeps the floor, cleans the room and washes clothes ... just like a war. Many times, I fell asleep before my mother went to our bed. When I opened my eyes, my mother had prepared scallion cakes, eggs, bread, milk and porridge for me to enjoy. By pinching my fingers, my mother should not sleep more than seven hours every night, and I know that my mother only has half an hour to eat at noon and has no time for lunch break at all. I asked my mother if she was tired. My mother smiled and said, "You two elves are so cute and obedient. How can mothers be tired? "

I suspect my mother lied because I went to bed earlier than my mother and got up later than my mother, and I still feel very tired every day.

Filial mother

Grandpa is old and ill. My mother accompanied him to Nanjing for a month. Grandpa came home from the hospital, and I saw my mother holding grandpa's hand, and my face narrowed a lot.

Every day since then, my mother will go to my grandparents' room to chat with them after work. Because I can't do the problem, I pushed open my grandparents' doors and found my mother sitting on a small stool with an electric footbath in front of her. Grandpa's feet are in the footbath. My mother washes grandpa's feet and chats with his grandparents. I understood a lot at that moment, as if I had grown a lot at once.

I secretly compete with my mother. When I grow up, I must be more filial to my mother than my mother.

Dear mother, I wish you more and more beautiful, healthy and happy forever.

If my mother is the rain in the sky, then I am the rainbow after the rain; If my mother is the moon in the sky, then I am holding the stars of the moon ... Mom, you are the root of my growth! I am your ideal fruit. You never boast of your achievements for the public good. You are like a bee. You just want to add honey to the hive. Your honesty and kindness have won the love of your neighbors.

It was a sunny spring morning, and my mother and I went to our shop to sell things. As soon as I opened the door, a farmer's uncle in plain clothes came to buy something. When he asked if the price was right, he asked for some. When he paid the bill, the bus to his home was about to leave. He looked at the car, paid the money and hurried to the car. After careful calculation, my mother found that the farmer's uncle gave ten yuan more. Mother said anxiously, "No, I have to send the ten dollars at once!" " "I asked doubtfully if my mother wouldn't give more money? How can you be so stupid? Mom, seriously say, "son, you should be honest and not greedy for petty gain, understand?" No, I have to go after it. After that, my mother quickly got on the electric car and left. Finally, my mother gave the ten dollars to the farmer's uncle, and my mother came back with a bright smile.

My mother is honest. I love my honest mother. Mom, I will follow your example and learn from your excellent qualities. Here, I want to say; Mom, I love you! "