Write an essay about my mother using the characteristics of the characters.

1. The composition of "My Mother" highlights the character's characteristics in no less than 300 words.

Very early on, I thought about writing an article for my mother more than once. , and always fantasize about adding all the gorgeous words to it.

I didn’t expect that this excellent work would be “born” in such a vulgar way today (haha, it’s self-deprecating). "My Mother", this should be a title that even primary school students would not bother to quote.

I have also thought about calling my mother "angel" or writing a beautiful prose poem for her, as if this is the only way to express the passionate feelings in my heart. So, I was very upset that my clumsy hand could not depict the loving mother who worked hard for me day and night, year after year. It seemed that with just one stroke of the pen, a kind of love for her would be drawn. of great blasphemy.

Today, many years later, I finally understand that my mother is not a work of art. She does not need the gushing praises from the outside world. She is just my mother, a simple but beautiful woman. A mother with the richest emotional core. I remember I once said before that if I had to use an animal to describe my mother, then I would think that my mother is a cow, a hard-working and hard-working cow; a cow that gives selflessly without thinking of reward. ; A tireless, gentle and kind-hearted cow.

My mother grew up in a poor family, and as the eldest child, she prematurely shouldered the burden of the family that was inappropriate for her age. The poor living conditions deprived her of the right to receive a better education.

I will never forget that day, my mother’s eyes when she looked at my textbook in a daze. What a look that must be! Infinite desire and hope, as if what she lost was not only her entire childhood, but also the hope and happiness of growing up.

At that time, I actually sneered at this, thinking it was an extremely vulgar and despicable look. This has to be the biggest mistake I've ever made.

I am not a person who can particularly take care of other people's emotions. To put it bluntly, I am selfish, even self-interested. When I was a child, apart from bringing endless trouble and fatigue to my mother, I could not remember any happy things.

Maybe there is, but compared with all the hard work, it is simply shameful. But my mother didn’t seem to be bothered by this.

The only confrontation scene with her in my memory was this: I just started kindergarten at that time. On the first day of class, the teacher did not teach any new lessons, but just briefly talked about some irrelevant things. As for the specifics, What was said, I really can’t remember now. When I came home from school that afternoon, my mother asked me what the teacher had taught me. I said "no", quite simply.

My mother asked me to recite a children's song again, and I said "no". I think no matter whose mother hears such a "quick" answer, she will be anxious.

I can’t remember what happened next. Faintly, I can still see my mother’s eyes, gray and gloomy, perhaps more of a disappointment. Fortunately, in the days to come, I didn't give her much embarrassment in her studies. She always performed well in elementary school. Even if she wasn't good, at least I saw her mother's smile several times, with a hint of joy, relief, and even more. Contentment.

Yes, it should be the wish of all mothers in the world to see their children’s efforts pay off. When I was a child, under the guidance of my mother, I developed a good habit of being polite when dealing with others.

Naturally, I am more accustomed to finding out how to do things from my mother’s eyes. When my uncle gave me a piece of candy, my mother closed her eyes and motioned for me to accept it; when my aunt gave me a dollar, my mother's eyes told me that I didn't want it.

Over the years, I have learned how to restrain myself with etiquette in this way. Therefore, I often say to myself, "What I love most is my mother, and what I love most are my mother's eyes."

I love hearing people say to me, "You look so much like your mother." Similarly, I also like to hear others praise me for being smart or beautiful, whether they are sincere compliments or pretending to be friends, but in short, they said it, and my mother also laughed. At this time, I knew, my mother I am happy, and I feel even richer.

I know that all the good qualities or beautiful things I have, even just one or two, come from my mother, who taught me, infected me, and cultivated me. I. If I were a sailboat, my mother would be the helmsman. When I was young, she had predetermined the course of my life so that I would not deviate from the track of life.

And I firmly believe that the destination my ship is sailing towards will definitely be a new world, a world that my mother had already reserved for me when I was still in the womb. In the past, I had doubted my mother's loyalty to my father.

Because before they got married, there were many suitors behind my mother (this is what my aunts told me later).

But when she took care of her injured father meticulously; when she bravely shouldered the arduous burdens for him; when she told me her depression and true feelings with tears in her eyes full of affection, I wished I could I beat myself to death for being so unfilial. I thought I was the stupidest person in the world.

All the people in the neighborhood praised my mother's moral character. This was not a false boast, it was what my mother deserved. And that day I asked her: "Mom, so many people praise you, are you happy?" My mother said: "I just take care of this family and play my role as a daughter, wife, and mother.

When others praise me, it means they love me." An inexplicable warmth surges through my body.

I admire my mother from the bottom of my heart. I am growing up day by day, and my mother will be getting older day by day.

I don’t expect to do anything big for her in this life. I just want to make her happy, healthy and live a long life. As for me, when I look back on this wonderful time in my old age, I can say to her without shame: "In this life, I have accomplished one thing for my mother."

This is enough. 2. My mother. Write about the characteristics of the character.

My mother

Although my mother is mediocre in appearance, she has no social fame and no special skills. In your eyes, she is just a shop owner, but in my eyes, she is the best and most wonderful mother in the world.

She has big eyes, long shiny black hair, and spots on her face, but you can’t tell without looking carefully. She looks very average, and like other mothers, she is a bit overweight.

But some of her things are what I remember the most. I still remember that when I was doing rehabilitation training, one day, the rehabilitation teacher taught us a rehabilitation movement. How did I work hard at the beginning? . The legs just couldn't be raised as high as the teacher asked, so you said to me: "Cao Gong, don't be nervous, take your time. If we can't do it at one time, we'll do it in multiple times, raising it bit by bit first. Then we can lift it slowly when you get used to it. "I was okay at the beginning, but when I was about to reach the height of the teacher, I became timid. I was afraid that I would fall, because it was summer and I would fall. It hurts a lot. You seemed to be able to read my mind and saw what I was thinking, and said to me: "Don't be timid, be brave, you won't fall, your mother will catch you, don't keep thinking that you are going to fall." "That won't work." But I just couldn't do it, and I failed several times. Mom, instead of blaming me, you tried to reason with me over and over again, but I just couldn't do it. Finally, the teacher came and said to me: "Be brave. Don't you think you will succeed if you are fine? If you do, the teacher will ask the dining room to add meat to you. You have to know that now your brother (teacher) My son is protesting against eating meat every day.”

Yeah! As soon as I heard that there was meat to eat (I am a carnivore), I secretly said to myself: "I must succeed, not only for my mother but also for the meat. I will fight for it!"

I succeeded! Ding ding ding~ Lunch *** rang, haha, let’s eat meat! ~ 3. A 400-word essay on mother that describes the characteristics of the character

Mother is a lotus leaf, and I am a dewdrop. The dewdrops always roll on the lotus leaf. "This is Grandma Bing Xin's praise of the great mother. My mother and Like thousands of mothers in the world, she cares about her children. From the moment I was born, she fed me with her own breast milk. When I grew up and became sensible, she educated me with her words and deeds and guided me into life. Every journey. I gently opened the ajar door, and my mother’s kind face appeared in front of me. I remember one time, it was winter and it was raining heavily outside. After I came home from school, I felt very tired, as if I had a cold, so I went to tell my mother. After hearing this, my mother was very anxious and touched my forehead with her hand. Oh, I have a fever. At this time, my mother said nothing! He said, quickly put down what you were doing, put on your clothes and drove me to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was busy registering and paying the fee. I sat on the chair and watched my mother busy coming and going, and I felt that my mother was really It was so hard, and my nose felt sore all of a sudden. When it was time to get the injection, my heart was beating with fear. When my mother saw it, she seemed to know what I was thinking, so she touched my head and said, "Good boy, that's it." Don't be afraid, be strong, and don't think about it in your heart. It won't hurt if your mother holds you.

"When I heard my mother say this, I felt a lot more relaxed. I grabbed my mother's hand with my hand, ah! My mother's hand was so cold, like a snowball. It turned out that my mother wanted to I even forgot to bring my gloves. I said to my mother distressedly: "Mom, your hands are so cold!" Is it cold? "When my mother heard what I said, she looked at me with kind eyes and smiled and said, "It's not cold, it's not cold. As long as you get better, mother won't feel cold anymore."

"Unconsciously, my *** seemed to have been bitten by a mosquito, and it was over. At this time, I looked at my mother's kind face, and I suddenly felt the warmth of maternal love. , it still feels like a warm current flowing in my heart. The selflessness of maternal love moved me. It was not until today that I truly understood Grandma Bing Xin’s words. Ah! That deep maternal love is like the warmth of spring, like the breeze. As delicate as the water, it is higher than the mountains, deeper than the water, and longer than the sun and the moon.

I love my mother. 4. How to write an essay on personal characteristics with the title "My Mother"

I have a hard-working and kind-hearted mother.

He is not tall and has a pair of eyes that are neither big nor small. It is full of expectations for me. Two eyebrows, a flat nose, and two thin lips make up my mother’s kind face.

In my mind , my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always has that confident and strong smile. Since her mother was laid off, she did not stay at home, but found another new job. , he goes out early and comes back late every day, no matter how cold or hot the weather is, he never complains or complains about being tired, and goes to work as usual even on holidays. Sometimes when he catches a cold, she listens and never rests. In my opinion, she is like a robot, Never tired.

One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, so I walked over with my hazy eyes. It turned out to be my mother, and she was still washing there. Clothes, I kept repeating those seemingly simple but very laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, shaking, and from time to time I used my arm to wipe my forehead shining with teardrops. I was stunned, this was the first time I saw Mom works so hard, secretly wondering, does he work like this every night? I feel a little uncomfortable when I think of this: after a tiring day, my mother still has to wash my clothes until midnight when she comes home. It would be great if my mother could go to bed early. I am determined to wear cleaner clothes in the future. This can reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I walked over and said, "Mom, go to bed quickly. I have to go to work tomorrow. I will wear cleaner clothes in the future." My mother looked back at me and said, "My child, The torture is late, you should go to sleep." Then, she smiled, smiling so kindly, as if she was not tired at all, and as if she was pleased with my growth.

Later , I was admitted to the provincial key high school - Shenyang No. 2 Middle School. When I was celebrating myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily and heartily. In the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me I went to visit the World Expo. In the past, I had visited several places more or less during my spring outings, but as for my mother, she had never been anywhere and was always busy. This was her first time Go out to play. At that moment, he released the pressure and grievances of many years. She was so happy and smiled so heartily.

This is my mother, her weather-beaten face There is always such a kind and strong smile on my face. From childhood to now, my mother has always been encouraging me. She made me dare to play in the world without God. It is impossible. Her smile also built up my confidence. Let me move forward bravely.

This is my mother, a strong and great mother.

I love my mother. 5. My mother composition (highlighting character characteristics) 450 words

She has short, glossy black hair, a pair of slender lips and a medium-sized mouth, and a pair of glasses on the high bridge of her nose. My mother is particularly concerned about not only my work, but also my study and life. In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting for me

; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother studying for me Happy with progress.

Usually I live at my grandma’s house and can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays. Every Sunday after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and concentrates on it with me

After correcting the composition, my mother finds some similar compositions for me and gives me some reading instructions while reading. I explained what parts of this composition were worth learning, and then combined with my composition, what parts were written well and what parts were not written well. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, there was heavy goose feather snow in the sky. After a while, the whole city turned into a sea of ??snow, a paradise of snow, and a world of snow. That day, my penis hadn't fallen off yet, but it had grown back. My mother insisted on taking me to have it pulled out. I didn't want to go because I was afraid of the pain. I struggled with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I didn't talk to my mother and even teased her. I thought to myself: Mom is so unkind, why did she have to let me come out to extract my teeth in such a cold weather? If you don't pull it out, it will fall off on its own. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an injection and then pulled it out. I didn’t feel any pain at all. Later, I learned about my mother’s painstaking efforts. My mother said: "Only when the movable deciduous teeth are pulled out will they grow neatly. If the movable deciduous teeth are not pulled out, the new ones will grow crooked and your smile will not look good!" It is true, because I had all the deciduous teeth in the middle of my lower row removed, so the permanent teeth that came in were very neat, and I felt relaxed and happy when I smiled. Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth.

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Maternal love is like spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like continuous drizzle, gently lapping your face, moisturizing your heart; maternal love is like a winter stove, giving you a warm welcome in the harsh winter Heart-warming sunshine.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. 6. When writing an essay "My Mom", you need to describe the characteristics of the mother, 800

When I was in elementary school, I wrote many articles about my mother, and I always used the name mother. In this article, I would like to solemnly call her mother.

My mother is an ordinary person. She came to the city from the countryside when she was young. She got laid off several times and changed several workplaces. Later she married my current father, and then became a With me. My mother works hard all day long to provide food, rice, oil and salt for the family, and the burden of the family's life rests entirely on her shoulders. The level of hard work sometimes even makes me feel like she is more like a nanny.

Perhaps it is precisely because I sometimes look at her this way that my attitude towards her is not as affectionate as before. Especially as I grow older, looking at her becomes more and more awkward. She is not very good-looking, and her rough appearance, combined with hard work, makes her look more like 10 years older. I saw some surprised looks from some classmates. Although I pretended not to care on the surface, her appearance became a knot in my heart as a face-saving person. Later, a lot of dissatisfaction and resentment towards her arose from this.

I started to pay attention to my mother because of her appearance. I was surprised that I didn't find so many shortcomings in her before. My mother likes to take advantage of small things. She takes everything she sees on the street as her own and takes home everything left by others at work. I hate this behavior, but there is nothing I can do about it. What makes me even more sad is that my mother, like most Chinese people, has little environmental awareness and has many bad habits, such as spitting and so on. I have also tried to persuade her, but how can the habits formed by the previous generation be easily changed over the years? So I had to give up, but the look in my mother's eyes changed a bit from then on.

For various reasons, I have little respect for her, and there is a hint of disgust in my words. Perhaps coupled with the generation gap that already exists between the two generations, this kind of disgust began to permeate every aspect of my life - I didn't want my mother to touch me, and I even thought she was eating too loudly... between me and my mother The cracks are getting bigger and bigger.

But while I disliked my mother, I also desperately wanted to travel abroad, but due to various reasons, I always failed to do so. Finally, in the summer of the year I graduated from elementary school, I participated in a summer camp in Beijing.

During my time in Beijing, I didn’t feel homesick. I saw other female team members bursting into tears while talking to their mothers on the phone, but I sneered at this. But even though I played enthusiastically with my team members during the day, in the dead of night, I still felt a little empty while lying on the hotel bed, as if something was missing, but I couldn't tell exactly what was missing.

One night, my mother suddenly called. I picked up the phone a little surprised, but I was very happy. My mother said that everything was fine at home and there was no need to worry. She told me to buy whatever I wanted and don’t worry about the money... Maybe it was because we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. I no longer felt awkward when facing her, so I excitedly reported to my mother. My itinerary these days. At the end of the phone call, I said we were going to climb the Great Wall tomorrow. The mother paused for a while and then said, "You should wear more clothes tomorrow, and don't forget to bring an umbrella. It may rain in Beijing tomorrow." I was surprised and asked my mother how she knew it. She said in an understatement that she knew it by watching TV during dinner tonight.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't calm down. Thousands of miles away, my mother still cares about my body and the weather here. I remember when I was in school, because my mother couldn't go home at noon, she would answer a phone call every noon, asking me if I had eaten, whether I had taken a nap, when to call me, etc. Day after day, I found it annoying, so I just said "hmm" and dealt with it every time. Thinking about it now, I was so smart back then.

When we climbed the Great Wall the next day, it rained heavily. I stood in the pouring rain with an umbrella and thought of my mother. My mother is not a great person. She has many shortcomings that ordinary people have. But the love that my mother gives me is something that no great person can give me. Now I think about how selfish and cruel I was in the past!

No matter what kind of person my mother is, I will always be her daughter. Alas, what more needs to be said? This is just a daughter's guilt towards her mother. 7. Essay about my mother. Write 400 words about the characteristics of the character through specific examples

My mother plays a very important role in my life. She accompanies me every day to read, play games, and spend time with me at night. Follow me into dreamland. My mother has a hobby. She loves watching TV and movies. When she sees a good movie, she will watch it over and over again, and she will shed tears when she sees the touching plot. My mother also has a hobby, which is to go shopping. Once she enters the store, she will go shopping for a long time. Every time she is done shopping, she will go home with a big bag of things. Every time when I get home, I will open the bag and look at it. There are perfumes, Wallets, cosmetics, my mother has a characteristic of being a little fat, but she is very good to me. If I am good and obedient, she will often fulfill some of my little wishes, which are very important to me. , very precious.

Sometimes my mother is very fierce. Why is she so fierce? Most of the time when I do something wrong, my mother will severely criticize me when I get home until I remember it. I know that my mother criticizes me because of my good high school composition. At night, when I am going to bed, I will always apologize to her silently in my heart. I will definitely remember this lesson.

In short, when my mother is in a good mood, she is as happy as a beautiful little flower. When she is in a bad mood, she is like a tigress showing off her power on the mountain. Sometimes her mood becomes like Like the clouds in the sky, this is my mother. I love my mom forever. 8. Essay about a person with characteristics: My mother

In my life, my mother is my role model, my cousin is my role model, and being a young teacher is my ideal and pursuit. These are all It is worth my struggle, and I am grateful to my mother for being a part of my life.

My mother has an average appearance: shawl hair, high eyelashes, and a great body. She is 35 years old and currently works at a credit union. An ordinary worker. She is more responsible than any other mother and is a good and competent mother.

"I am born to be useful" means: I am born to be useful. As a mother, my mother's duty is to educate me silently and coach me to become a young writer, a person full of knowledge and well-educated. Since my family bought a computer, my mother has helped me find shortcuts to improve my composition. , encouraged me to keep submitting articles to Xiaoshanwu. During the period when I entered Xiaoshanwu to submit articles, my mother tried her best to help me revise my essays. So far, I have more than 10 essays on the Internet. And inadvertently, one of my essays Composition> I was favored by the staff of the Hailanlan work department, and I was awarded the honorable title of Little Writer. My mother gradually became more and more demanding on my composition. What I regret is that an unpleasant thing happened a few days ago. Mom checked When I found out that one of my essays was not written by me, she became very angry. She said earnestly: "You will harm yourself in the end by cheating like this. Plagiarizing essays is "sneak copying". Didn't you say that you would be worthy of your name?" "Young writer?" After hearing this, I felt like there was a heavy stone in my heart that couldn't fall down. As I thought about it, tears of regret fell down. I found an exercise book and concentrated on it. Wrote an article.

My mother is very concerned about my study. In the spring morning, she let me observe the sunrise; in the hot summer, she let me observe people's dislike of heat; in the autumn, she let me appreciate the fruitful fruits In the fields, she let me exercise in winter.

My mother loves newspaper clippings, and every newspaper clipping is her mentor. My mother is a special correspondent of the Rural Credit Cooperative. Every time I do my spare time homework, my mother always loves to Please take out all the newspaper clippings, search for them according to the pictures, and get what she needs. Every newspaper clipping is mother's nutrition storehouse and silent teacher. In our spare time, my father and I enjoyed admiring mother's newspaper clippings. We had so much fun that we had to give a thumbs up. .

This is my ordinary yet amazing mother. 9. An essay of 500 words on my mother, pay attention to writing the characteristics of this character (personality, hobbies).

My mother He is of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with black hair as smooth as silk, a melon-shaped face with willow-leaf-like eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, a small and exquisite nose, and a small cherry mouth. People say that people with cherry mouths can sing better. Although my mother has cherry mouths, her singing is always out of tune and even eight horses can't pull it back. It's really ugly. She is tone-deaf.

My mother is very kind. When walking on the road, she doesn’t know if someone is a liar or if they really need help. She will generously give them food, clothing, supplies, and sometimes money. During the May 12 Sichuan earthquake, I shed tears every day while watching TV, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She even said she wanted to adopt an orphan as her child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screams in fright when she sees a caterpillar. My father is not at home, so she runs to a hotel to stay. There is really nothing I can do to her.

My mother loves beauty very much. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive leather bags, and exquisite shoes. The night before, she will be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, what kind of shoes, and matching combinations she will wear the next day. What kind of bag, so she always walks out so beautiful. However, she recently had a few spots on her face. She kept smearing them in front of the mirror every morning and night, and kept saying: "Spots, spots, please disappear quickly!" , so funny and pitiful.

My mother loves to hear praises and wants us to praise her delicious food every day. If we forget, she will say unhappily: "I won't cook for you next time." "So now my father and I have to praise our meal every day before we start eating. Another time, my mother and I dressed up as mother and daughter to play badminton. An old man asked: "Are you sisters?" My mother replied cheerfully: "No, we are mother and daughter." From now on, my mother often used this matter to show off her youth and beauty.

My mother works at the Power Supply Bureau. She is serious and responsible at work. She was named one of the "Top Ten Outstanding Service Stars" last year!

This is my mother, a beautiful, young, hard-working mother.