Write an essay based on what I want to be, mother

1. Write an essay for third grade primary school students on the topic I want to be a mother, about 300 words

I want to be a sun mother

If I were Mother Sun, I will take good care of my earth doll. I can sprinkle golden light on flowers, pull up small trees to high places, play with children at the beach, watch them raise happy waves, let willow trees grow new hair, and let small fish grow up happily. If I were Mother Sun, I could also visit other countries and appreciate the charming scenery and unique architecture; listen to the beautiful bells and beautiful languages; taste the unique cuisine of various countries and understand the customs and cultures of various nations. I am the mother of the earth, and I want to travel around the world to spread blessings and health.

If I were the sun’s mother, I would kill all the nasty bacteria so that the children could grow up healthily, the adults could concentrate on their work, and we would work together to build our earth daddy. 2. Mom, what do I want to become? Essay 400

Mom, I want to become a pebble in your hand

——Reflections on reading "Golden Flower"

Today, we studied the article "Golden Flower". Although it is short in length, it is rich in meaning. Let us feel the love between mother and child. The child enjoys the mother's love and thinks about how to repay the mother's love. He thought of turning into a golden flower so that his mother could smell the fragrance of the flowers and prevent her eyes from hurting when she read.

I also wanted to repay my mother, so I turned into a pebble. cobblestone? Maybe you are wondering: How could I think of making a pebble?

Mom, do you remember when I was a child, we went to the small garden near our house to step on pebbles together? At that time you led me and walked so calmly. We walked around the garden again and again. I finally got tired and sat aside to rest, but you were still full of energy and said you wanted to keep walking. I sat on the big stone and saw you jumping around, as if you were a human being. My average sized child.

It is getting dark and I am calling you. But you continue to enjoy this "journey" unhurriedly. Seeing how fascinated I was by you, I stopped calling and thought in my heart: "What is so attractive about this pebble? How could it make my mother so fascinated?"...

Finally one day, The knot in my heart was untied. I mustered up the courage to ask you: "Mom, why are you so interested in these stones? Could it be that... they can be sold for money!" You smiled and said something that I seemed to understand at the time: "It It could be sold for money, but my pebbles definitely can't! When I see it, I will think of a lot... Oh, you kid doesn't understand." I just nodded and turned around. 3. Write a 400-word essay about what I want to become

I want to become a little bird

I have a beautiful dream, I want to become a little bird, let me Fly freely in the blue sky and enjoy yourself in the sky without restraint.

I want to be a little bird, without the command of my mother or the nagging of my grandma. Let me play happily, let me play happily, and let my good partners: sparrows, cuckoos, and swallows fly with me in the fields and grass. If I get tired of playing, I can "sit" on the grass and have a picnic. , it’s better to replenish your strength and continue flying.

I want to be a little bird, without a heavy schoolbag on my body, or extracurricular homework left by the teacher. I am willing to chat with my friends on the willow tree, fly around on the water, and take a dip. On the water, and playing on the water for a while, the bird's world is happy, relaxed and comfortable.

In spring, I stand proudly under the blue sky in the meandering mountains. The mist is like a transparent veil covering the mountain peaks, where there are delicious insects for us to eat.

In the summer, we and our friends jumped around on the green branches and sang in the trees.

In autumn, in the yellow rice fields, the naughty cotton peaches opened their big mouths eagerly and rushed to spit out the snow-white cotton to welcome people's picking and our picking, so that they could have a fulfilling winter.

In winter we flew to the south to find another temporary "home".

I want to be a little bird. 4. Write an article about what I want to become to make my mother happy

My mother is like a gardener in the garden, working hard to nurture my young flowers; my mother is like a ship, taking me along. "Adventure" into the stormy sea; my mother is like an enlightened bird, leading me to soar in the blue sky.

But no matter what my mother is like, I feel that my mother will always be my best mother. Sometimes, my mother feels uneasy for me; sometimes, she feels scared for me; sometimes, she feels sad and disappointed for me; sometimes, she feels troubled for me.

I know that my mother has paid too much for me - but I have not repaid her once.

So in order to make my mother proud of me, in order to make her happy for me, I have racked my brains to do things that make my mother happy, for example: getting double hundred hours in the exam; being able to help her with housework within my ability. At that time; relying on my own conscious study in exchange for the hope of being admitted to the ideal school... As a result, "hard work pays off." After more than ten years of observation, I know that the thing that makes my mother happy the most is that I consciously study.

When I grow up, I am already a girl who is about to end her primary school life. I have already understood many things in the world, and I have already understood how to fulfill my mother's wish.

Whenever I muster up the courage to work hard to complete something, I always find many excuses for myself; I always think that I am not capable of doing it well. In the end, I temporarily gave up on my mother's wish and instead completed other trivial things.

But the most important thing is: I can't give my mother any happiness yet. Recently, I often feel guilty - I can't fulfill my mother's wish; I often feel scared - I'm afraid that if I don't study consciously, my academic performance will plummet; I also often feel how ridiculous I am - - --She is so perfunctory about Chinese literature and tired of Chinese literature.

But now I finally understand that a person cannot achieve great things by just relying on a little ability. Only by working harder now can we gain a better and happier life in the future.

So in the future, I will have to study hard on my own, get admitted to my ideal school, and become a person who has made achievements in society. The most important thing is----I make my mother happy! I no longer let my mother worry about me, but let her feel how proud her daughter is. I want her to be happy every day. Looking at the dots of silver hair that grew out of labor for *** in the photo she just took, let her I can't help but think of my mother's love for me.

For me, she went out early and came back late, working hard to make more money; for me, she changed delicious meals, regardless of her own fatigue; for me, she gave up the opportunity to travel, just to take care of the sick of me. Thinking of this, I suddenly wanted to say to my mother: "I love you, Mom!" So I planned to take action and prepare to take the opportunity to express my love to my mother when she came back.

As usual, my mother came back with her tired body. I brewed a cup of caring tea to warm her heart. At this time, I remembered what I wanted to say to my mother just now.

I cleared my throat and prepared to speak, but somehow I was too embarrassed to say it. Should we say it or not? I thought about it over and over again, and suddenly, I felt two villains appeared in front of me. One shouted: "Go ahead and speak boldly! Don't be afraid!" The other shouted: "Since you are embarrassed, don't speak anymore. Keep it in your heart, and your mother will know it later."

In this way, the more "noisy" the little man became, the more ferocious he became, which made my head almost explode. Finally I decided to speak, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get out a single word.

Slowly my face turned red, and my expression showed slight pain. My mother noticed my strangeness and asked with concern: "Bingbing, what's wrong? What's wrong? Come on, come here." Talk to mom. "I said quickly: "No, I'm fine. I'm going to do my homework. You should have a good rest!" I closed the door with a bang, and I sat on the chair and thought about it: This is not the case. I haven’t talked about it all this time. I’m bored to death.

Finally I decided to try it again during dinner. When I stayed up until dinner, my mother asked me to eat in the living room as usual.

Halfway through the meal, I was ready to "attack" again. I looked at my mother, and when the words came to my lips, I was about to say them out. I didn't want to swallow them with the delicious food.

Hey, is this sentence so difficult to say? ... Seeing that it's getting late, if I don't express myself anymore, I won't have time, so I have no choice but to give up today. No! I can't be so cowardly, no way.

Isn’t it harder to say a word to your mother than to do a thing? I no longer hesitated and walked straight towards my mother who was sweeping the floor. I mustered up the courage and said with a blushing face, "Mom, I love you!" My mother was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her eyes were wet with tears of joy. Those are tears of happiness and tears of pride! The mother's lips trembled slightly, and she was saying: "My daughter has grown up and knows that I have my good intentions for her. I am so happy!" After saying that, a happy smile appeared on her face.

Seeing my mother so happy, I suddenly had an idea, I want to make my mother happy every day! . 5. What do I want to be? An essay about maternal love

The most sincere in the world is maternal love, the most selfless is maternal love, the greatest is maternal love, and the most eternal is maternal love. After that experience, my understanding of maternal love became deeper...

That day, snowflakes were floating in the sky. I went home with my umbrella, but accidentally, the umbrella fell into the mud and got very dirty. After returning home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to clean myself up. But on such a cold day, how cold it must be to go into the water! So, I quietly put the umbrella in the corner of the door.

At night, I was about to go to bed when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "shushuashuashua". Looking for the sound, I tiptoed to the bathroom, opened a crack in the door and looked in. My mother was cleaning the umbrella.

I saw her hunched over, holding the brush tightly with one hand. The brush was covered with black mud, and black foam floated on her hand. The other hand held down the umbrella in cooperation, and the umbrella was placed diagonally in the basin. The water almost turned into sewage, but my mother was still brushing it seriously. She rubbed the mud on the umbrella with her hands and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time. There was a painful expression on her face, and big beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She frowned and brushed it meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly wiped away. My mother gradually showed a happy smile, and her frown relaxed again.

Suddenly, my mother withdrew her cold and purple hand with lightning speed, her brows wrinkled, ah! There were several bloody cuts on my hands, and there were so many calluses! My mother endured the pain and breathed out, as if this could relieve the pain, and then reached into the cold and biting water... I pressed my lips tightly and couldn't believe it. Mom's hands retracted and stretched out again and again, how much pain she endured! In the end, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella. A few elegant and pure lilies bloomed on the white umbrella. But can these lilies compare with my mother's love for me? cannot! No matter how elegant and pure a lily is, can it be as sincere and touching as a mother's love? Nothing in the world can compare with the great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes became moist, and somehow I felt uneasy...

At this time, my mother stood up with difficulty holding on to the wall, but she couldn't move while leaning on the wall. After drying up my tears, I hurriedly opened the door and supported my mother, but I accidentally touched her hand. Oh my God! Are these still mother's soft, delicate and warm hands? I choked and said: "Mom, your hand..." My mother was startled, and then said with a smile: "My child, why did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. I just wanted to pour water, it's not in the way. Oh, Your hand... your hand is fine... go to bed!" "How can it be? I made the umbrella dirty, but it was you who cleaned it. How could your hand be fine? ...You go back to the house and sleep? Come on, let me help you." I held back the tears I was about to shed and helped my mother to the bed. When I turned around, I saw my mother's happy smile... I picked up the basin and suddenly understood why my mother kept holding it with her waist. The wall broke, and my tears burst out - it turned out that it was my mother's back pain that recurred...

Mom, you gave me a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vast sea. , I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; maternal love is the broad sky, and I am a cloud, floating on the edge of the sky; if maternal love is the warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love the sunshine gives me.

In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, silently dedicated, and equally true and beautiful... 6. Copy the sentence content : Mom, I want to become

Mom, I want to become a ray of sunshine. When you are desperate, I will use the light to ignite the hope in your heart.

Mom, I want to become a fire. When you are cold, I will use my warmth to drive away the cold of winter.

Mom, I want to become a little bird. When you are lonely, I will sing to soothe your inner sorrow.

There are other things for reference:

Mom, if I turned into a pair of gloves, when my mother washes the dishes, I would gently care for her hands and protect her delicate body. Skin

Mom, if I become a cup of sweet jasmine tea, when you are thirsty, I will quench your thirst

Mom, if I become a butterfly when you stroll I dance beside you in the grass 7. What do I want to be? An essay about maternal love

The most sincere in the world is maternal love, the most selfless is maternal love, the greatest is maternal love, the most eternal What is more is maternal love.

After that experience, my understanding of maternal love became deeper... That day, snowflakes were floating in the sky. I went home with my umbrella, but accidentally, the umbrella fell into the mud and got very dirty.

After I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me, so I wanted to clean myself up. But on such a cold day, how cold it must be to go into the water! So, I quietly put the umbrella in the corner of the door.

At night, I was about to go to bed when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "shushuashuashua". Looking for the sound, I tiptoed to the bathroom, opened a crack in the door and looked in. My mother was cleaning the umbrella.

I saw her hunched over, holding the brush tightly with one hand. The brush was covered with black sludge, and black foam floated on her hand. The other hand held down the umbrella in cooperation with the umbrella. Put it in the basin. The water in the basin almost turned into sewage, but my mother was still brushing it seriously. She rubbed the mud on the umbrella with her hands and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time.

There was a painful expression on her face, and big beads of sweat seeped down from her forehead. She frowned and brushed her hair meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly wiped away.

My mother gradually showed a happy smile, and her frown relaxed again.

Suddenly, my mother withdrew her cold-purple hand with lightning speed, her brows wrinkled, ah! There were several bloody cuts on my hands, and there were so many calluses! My mother endured the pain and breathed out, as if this could relieve the pain, and then reached out her hand into the cold and biting water... I pressed my lips tightly and couldn't believe it.

Mom's hands retracted and stretched out again and again, how much pain she endured! In the end, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella. A few elegant and pure lilies bloomed on the white umbrella. But can these lilies compare with my mother's love for me? cannot! No matter how elegant and pure a lily is, can it be as sincere and touching as a mother's love? Nothing in the world can compare with the great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes became wet. Somehow, I was always uneasy... At this time, my mother stood up with difficulty holding on to the wall, but she could not move against the wall. I wiped away my tears and hurriedly opened the door. , supporting my mother, but accidentally touched her hand, my God! Are these still mother's soft, delicate and warm hands? I choked and said: "Mom, your hand..." My mother was startled, and then said with a smile: "My child, why did I wake you up? I'm so sorry. I just wanted to pour water, it's not in the way.

Oh, your hands are fine...just go to bed!" "How can I do that? I made the umbrella dirty, but you were the one who cleaned it. How could your hands be fine? ?...You go back to the house and sleep, I will help you."

I held back the tears I was about to shed and helped my mother to the bed. When I turned around, I saw my mother's happy smile... I picked up the basin and suddenly understood why my mother always pressed her waist against the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes - it turned out that it was my mother's back pain that recurred... Mom, you gave me a deeper understanding of maternal love. Reflection: Maternal love is the vast sea, and I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; maternal love is the vast sky, and I am a cloud, floating on the edge of the sky; if maternal love is the warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoy The love that the sun gives me. In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, silently dedicated, and equally true and beautiful... 8. Mom, what if I became something

Mom, what if I were The gentle breeze blew past my face; in the quiet afternoon, the streets were deserted.

Move to a lounge chair, make a cup of fragrant and mellow cappuccino, and enjoy it alone. This seems to be a time that exists only for yourself. At the same time, putting on headphones and listening to some pop music is also a good choice.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head on the back of the chair, faced the sky, and listened quietly to the melodious songs. Along with the content, the butterflies of reverie danced... "If you ask me what my wish is after death, what else is left behind, I will immediately answer: a good child on earth."

Maybe a girl Is it because we all like to daydream? ! My thoughts suddenly flew to 18 years later. Think about it, by then, I should already have a happy family; I should also have a honey who cares about me; and I should have a little baby that I should love with all my heart.

Of course! I will definitely raise her to be the best child in the world! But, how do I educate her? Well~~ let me think about it... "Good boy, you have to be obedient and have kind thoughts. After all, I can't be by your side all the time." I think, okay The most important thing a baby should have is: kindness.

I always hear people say that good people are rewarded. The definition of a good person is probably kindness! As she was growing up, she would more or less encounter times when others were in dire straits and needed help. I will tell my little baby that helping those people will not only benefit them, but I will also feel extremely gratified and happy, so that the child can understand the meaning of the word "love" early.

I will hold her young little hand and let her take the New Year’s money she got during the Chinese New Year to the charity foundation and donate in person. I believe that my baby will be happy to do such acts of kindness.

I will also pick up the camera and capture this historic scene for me and her, making this touching moment eternal. Because that is the best proof of her kindness! "I'm going to give you a golden bell and an iron shirt so that you won't feel afraid even if you walk on many rugged roads."

The second thing my good baby should have is: be strong . Almost all parents hope that their children's life will be smooth sailing, but I don't agree with this idea. I think that more ups and downs will make the baby's life richer.

I will definitely ask her: "Baby, tell mommy, do you want to be a happy person?" No matter what her answer is, "I hope you learn to bear hardships first!" This is My forever answer. Only in this way, something called "strongness" will be slowly cultivated until she becomes stronger and more mature.

Until then, she will understand why her childhood mother sometimes seemed so "cruel"! "I want to give you a good soul, a good heart, and a willingness to share all the beautiful scenery you see.

"I remember once seeing this sentence: The more happiness is shared with others, the more its value increases! I think your baby should also be a generous little life! Sharing is a kind of fun, and it is the best bond for people to integrate into everyone. Agent, as long as you treat others sincerely, others will definitely be grateful and treat you more sincerely.

I will let her know all of this and take action in the near future. When she has friends when she first enters kindergarten, I will ask her to invite her classmates home, but I will only prepare a cake for them.

My intuition tells me that my child will do it by herself. Break the cake into two large and small portions, give the big portion to your good friends, and keep the small portion for yourself. "I told her quietly last night that there were only two stupid children left in the world." Although the stupid child is stupid, she also has kind thoughts. One day, she and I will realize this sweet wish together. "The sweet dream will eventually come, and my thoughts gradually come back.

Now, I should try my best to improve the above qualities on myself, not only to set the most realistic example for my baby in the future, but also to In order to truly be a good person! "Daddy and Mommy must watch you grow up, and there are still many things to tell you! "Because they are the key to the soul, the basic conditions for a foothold, and the principles of life! Mom, if I were someone who wanted to be a rich man and enjoy a wealthy life to the fullest; someone who wanted to be the chairman and become respected by hundreds of millions of people Object. But I am stupid and may only be a poor student. If I am a poor student, I will let others know that a poor student is not a bad student.

If I am a poor student, I will care and care like Lei Feng. I take care of everyone around me and comfort them when they are anxious; I provide support when they are in urgent need. This lets everyone know that people with poor grades have kind hearts.

If I were a poor student, I would study hard and read all kinds of useful books to improve my grades; I would not cry because I did not do well in the exam.

I would say with confidence: "I can do it! "If I were a poor student, I would not give up on life because of being looked down upon by my classmates. I would carefully walk towards the bright light in the darkness. Use my true talents and learning to tell others: "A poor student is no worse than a good student, and even better than a good student. powerful. ”

If I were a poor student, I would not feel inferior. I would live confidently.

Keep the lively and lovely impression in the memory of every student forever . Let them think of me who spends my life happily when they see the word lively and cute.

I just want to be a poor student, walking hard on the bumpy road of life. Poor students who are still struggling to find the key to success. Mom, if I were a mother, if I were a child of Mother Earth, I would become a seed, an ordinary, somewhat shy grass seed, and I would have. Many brothers and sisters, we are all over the earth.

When spring comes, I will stick out my little head and look around at this new world. I am no longer afraid. I work hard to absorb nutrients, sunlight, dewdrops and water from the deep earth. They help me grow taller. I work hard to grow and grow, in order to become the tallest grass, which can not only see farther places, but also Decorating the earth.

The earth is decorated with vitality by our brothers and sisters. The little bugs are also awakened by us, and the ants are crawling around on my body.

But. But I am very happy, because I can bring them happiness. If I were the child of Mother Earth, I would definitely think this way and devote myself happily like this.

Mom, if I were the child of Mother Earth. , I will become a leaf and accompany you in the big world. 9. The story of the composition of "I Want to Become a Mother"

What a great name for mother, she has nurtured us and made us grow up healthily. To make life easier for my mother, I want to do something for her on her birthday.

My mother has worked tirelessly to raise me since I was a child. Working out of town puts a heavier burden on her. She has to cook and do housework every day. Being ignorant, I often make her angry.

Every morning, she goes to bed at six o'clock. She got up, woke me up after making breakfast, and urged me to read. I finished reading and ate breakfast in a hurry. It was already seven o'clock, so she sent me to school out of breath, no matter the cold winter or the scorching heat, no matter the scorching sun or the sun. The rainstorm never stopped, and she was already sweating profusely when she arrived at the school gate. Despite this, she still told me to pay attention in class and listen carefully when I came home from work at noon, no matter how hard or tired the work was. You still have to cook for me.

In order to adjust my appetite, I put a lot of thought into every meal, so that I can eat happily and deliciously. After school in the afternoon, I still have to cook. Washing dishes.

After dinner, you have to check my homework. My mother has given me so much love without asking for anything in return. I want to do one thing for my mother. I want to give my mother a pat on the back, to make her feel that all the hard work over the years has been in vain, and to add a touch of comfort to her haggard face.

Not only do I want to pat my mother’s back, I also want to solemnly say to her: Mom, you have paid for me all these years! You have put in too much youth and sweat, mom, thank you for your hard work! Your best and youngest mom ever.