How to write a composition about the story of my mother and me

.Spring is the season of flowers; May is mother’s festival. Three years of Mother's Day, three years of flowers blooming. There is a flower that blooms for three years; there is a person who is grateful for a lifetime.

2005, a sad night

This is her first Mother’s Day. This year, I am in sixth grade. The second Sunday in May is Mother’s Day. On this day, she was not at home, but in Dongguan.

I stayed in the dormitory, and after studying in class the next night, I rushed to the phone as fast as I could. I clutched the phone card tightly, and there were thin beads of sweat in my hands, which were very damp. After a while, there was a long line of people behind me, all calling their mothers. I heard the classmates and mothers in front of me say: Happy Mother's Day. I felt a little uneasy. In this short period of time, I began to think about how and what I wanted to say. The time turned out to be very long. It was not a long 3 minutes, but it felt like 3 hours to me.

Finally, I am in line. When I inserted the phone card carefully, my hands were shaking a little. When pressing the keys, my hands suddenly became weak and it took me several times to press the numbers correctly. "Beep-" A long beep started, and I suddenly became nervous and my mind went blank. What should I say? My hand holding the phone began to tremble, and I wanted to hang up the phone.

"Hello." It was her tired voice. After listening to it, I felt a little sad in my heart.

"Mom, where are you?" I asked distressedly.

"Dongguan." Her voice was still tired. She must have been working hard for a long time.

"Oh. Today is Mother's Day. Mom, Happy Mother's Day."

"Well..." The mother on the other side of the phone line was a little flustered, I could hear it. I think she should be smiling over there. "Is everything okay?" Mom actually cried, with a heavy nasal voice. Hearing my mother's voice, my nose felt sore and tears almost fell out. But I still held back. "Nothing else. I'm hanging up. Don't be too tired." I ended the call in a hurry. I was afraid that tears would flow down uncontrollably and everyone would be embarrassed if they saw it. "Well, study hard." My mother encouraged me there. "Yes, I will." I hurriedly hung up the phone and left. My hands were a bit unruly and I had to hang them up several times before I could hang them properly. The moment I left the crowd, tears flowed down uncontrollably. The stars in the sky keep peeking at me. Will it pass on my mother's appearance to me?

In 2006, I didn’t say anything

Mother’s Day in 2006, the day I returned to school. I was very excited all night, and my mother pulled me up early the next day, saying that I wanted to go to the county town early. My plan was ruined. In the car, my throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton and I couldn't say a word. I'm not a child who likes to express my inner feelings, which would make me feel very uncomfortable. Especially if you say something in person.

In this way, the sunny Mother’s Day was taken away by my silence.

In 2007, the ice cream melted

On Mother’s Day this year, I was still in school. Sunday is an open day and parents can enter the school. Mom rarely comes, so I don’t force it. I still called my mother, and she was still very excited. She said, come and see me at school.

I was excited for this sentence for a long time. The weather is very hot and there are beads of sweat on my forehead. I went out to buy a "mung bean" ice cream. A man is waiting for his mother at the newsstand. The popsicle was very cold, and I didn’t dare to hold it with my hands because my hands were very hot and I was afraid of melting it.

The two classes ended quickly, just like a basin of water pouring out in a flash. The mother I was looking forward to never appeared, and the ice cream melted little by little in front of my eyes. Time and temperature took away its coolness, leaving me with a bag of mung bean water. I took it and stumbled back to the dormitory. My chest was so tight, my eyes were swollen and painful, and tears burst out of my eyes. My classmates all asked me what was wrong with concern. I shook my head silently. My crying went from small to loud, from a low cry to very loud. My classmates still sounded very concerned. I kept talking about the reasons. They comforted me that maybe my mother had something to do and couldn't come. Maybe, I comfort myself.

Finally, a classmate lent me his cell phone to call my mother. I pressed the familiar number, suppressed my crying, and held the ice cream stick in my hand that had long since turned into water. I asked my mother if something was wrong? Are you here? Mom said, it’s okay, we’ve arrived at the county seat. My nose felt sour and I burst into tears. It was quiet in the dormitory. I suppressed my emotions and told her that there was no need to come. The school has been closed. Mom asked why? I cried so loudly and shouted so loudly that I didn’t even know what I yelled at the end. But she couldn't hear clearly. Okay, I'm fine, you don't have to come. The ice cream bag suddenly burst and a lot of mung bean water was sprinkled on me. I felt even more aggrieved and hung up the phone! As if my soul had been pulled away, I returned to the classroom and studied in the evening.

Mother's Day, a vow of a flower, a feeling of gratitude.

2. "You have to work hard, have ideals and goals, and you have to fight hard. If you want to be admitted to Harvard, you must study hard..." Listen, this voice is my mother teaching me to study hard. .

Once, I scored 93 points in the math unit test. The mistakes were all wrong, so I didn’t dare to tell my mother. One day, when my mother was checking my homework, she found an exam paper hidden under the pile of books on the table.

She opened it and saw the bright red "93", and she was so angry that she called me to her. Without saying a word, she gave me a hard slap on the hand that had just finished my homework. , this time, my skin was scratched. When I still didn't understand what was going on, my mother handed the test paper to me. I froze and looked at my mother blankly. After a while, I lowered my head and said like a prisoner: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden the test paper. Please forgive me." "Is this what you know?" Mom snapped. arrive. I trembled and said: "I will try to get a hundred points next time." At this time, my mother became even more angry and hit me hard on the leg. I started crying, and my mother said: "There was a mistake in the exam." , we should carefully analyze the cause of the error to ensure 100%." ??I nodded, but I blamed my mother in my heart: Humph! If you get 100 points in the test, you will get 100 points. What’s so difficult about it? I’ll show you next time and surprise you. Believe it or not, we’ll see. ”

As a result, I really got 100 points for the second time. I was so happy that I thought my mother would praise me. So as soon as I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother, but I didn’t expect that my mother would hit me again. When I looked at my mother blankly, my mother said to me meaningfully: "Peishan, study hard. Learning lessons is like climbing a mountain. Don't be afraid of tears or difficulties. You have to work hard from childhood and climb to the top of the mountain to touch the sky. . ”

To this day, these words of my mother are still engraved in my mind. Answered by: Peng Wendi 123 | Level 11 | 2011-5-7 18:45

This time I After seeing all the children wearing Transformers, I came back and said, "Mom, I want to buy a new Transformers. But you said: "Isn't there already one?" And if you don’t play bad every time, why do you still buy it? "I think that's why I didn't mention buying toys. One day I came back to the room after school and found the latest Transformers on the bed with a piece of paper underneath. I opened it and saw that it said "Son, After your mother educated you that day, you were able to correct your mistakes in time. It was very good. This change was rewarded by your mother. After watching it, I was so excited that I was speechless. ” Answered by: hdshgjgdwjh | Level 2 | 2011-5-7 20:38

I have a happy family. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about me in my study and life. She loves and cares about me, and often tells me some principles of life

I have a happy family. My father and mother love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study, loves me in life, and often teaches me. Tell me some principles of life. My mother is most concerned about my studies. From the time I was born, she and my father had placed infinite hopes on me. She called me "Bin". "With both civil and military skills", I will become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in elementary school, my mother has often checked my homework, tutored me in my studies, and slept very late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother would The bookstore bought me many exercise books for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes at the Children's Palace. In the third grade, she enrolled me in composition classes and Mathematical Olympiad classes, and also enrolled me in English classes. Tutoring. For several years, my mother took me to school on her bicycle four times a day, whether it was hot summer or cold winter. On holidays and Sundays, she took me to extracurricular classes regardless of rain or shine, so that I could learn the Mathematical Olympiad well. Like a primary school student, my mother sat in the same classroom with me and listened to the class. She listened so carefully and memorized it so carefully. All of this was to help me learn better. Sometimes I couldn't do the Mathematical Olympiad questions. She always explained it to me carefully, and when she couldn't do it, she would call and discuss it with other parents. Several times, when I woke up in the middle of the night, my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Mathematical Olympiad problems, and sometimes she would sleep on the table because of her sleepiness. Yes. My mother is very strict with me. As long as I am not serious in my studies or do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and patiently explain to me until I understand the mistake. When I couldn't solve a math problem, I copied it from my classmate's homework. When my mother found out about it, she severely criticized me and said, "If you can't solve the problem, you can ask others for help, but you must not copy it from others." homework. "Then my mother told me the story of "covering one's ears and stealing the bell". Another time, when I went to the Children's Palace for class, I accidentally kicked a flower pot in the corridor and broke it. I looked around and saw that there was no one around, so I hurried into the classroom and escaped. When I got home, I happily told my mother about it. Unexpectedly, my mother said seriously: "Son, you are really capable!" Kicking the flower pot to pieces and not admitting your mistake to the teacher is not a good behavior! "... The next day, I took the 5 yuan given by my mother and took the initiative to go to the teacher to admit my mistake.

My mother was not only strict with me, but also very caring to me. I remember that I was 7 One winter night when I was 20 years old, I had a high fever and was in a daze. My father was not at home at the time, so my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital overnight. She stayed with me and gave me a drip. Wipe my face and give me some water. She is afraid that the boiling water will be hot, so she blows the boiling water with her mouth to let me drink it. She keeps sitting next to me and telling me stories, and she takes off her cotton coat to cover me.

I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was so cold that she shivered all over and sat on the edge of the bed without closing her eyes all night. The next day, my fever subsided, but my mother caught a cold...

My mother is usually very busy at work. On weekends, she would either take me to extracurricular classes or do laundry and hygiene at home. It was really hard. . I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and remember it in my heart. I always think about how to repay my mother. It just so happened that on March 4th, someone handed out movie tickets at the school gate. They said they were watching a three-dimensional movie at the Heping Cinema, and there was a discount for elementary school students. I asked for two. I want my mother to go to the movies with me and let my mother have a good rest for half a day. Mom readily agreed. When we, mother and son, sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily, seeing my mother's relaxed and happy mood, my heart was as sweet as eating honey.

Mother’s love is speechless

Mother, what a great word! The first word a person learns when he is born: "Mom". Such a familiar and kind name, what a person is forever grateful to is her mother. Because her mother nourished her with sweet milk and fed her.

Gorky once said: "All glory and pride in the world come from mother."

What is mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest and dearest person who creates our life and gives us growth.

One day, when I passed by the lawn and saw a young mother pulling a baby who was stumbling to learn to walk, this scene was so shocking to people's hearts. You can't help but see the figure of your mother teaching you how to walk before your eyes; your eyes suddenly become moist, and you feel a little inexplicable joy in your heart. If she were in front of you now, you would call out affectionately: "Mom!" Indeed, mother will pay all costs for us, including her life, but she never complains or cares about the reward. You say: "This is higher than the mountains." A friendship deeper than the sea? "

When I put my schoolbag on my back and go to school, my mother would prepare it for me silently under the dim light. New clothes for school day. When I opened my eyes the next morning, my mother had already put the prepared meals on the table and was waiting for me to start eating. Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, a warm current surged into my heart. My heart is surrounded by my mother's love and I feel extremely happy!

When I started to work, my mother’s advice and nagging became my wealth.

When I heard an eight or nine-year-old boy reciting "The Wanderer's Song" in a childish voice, the deepest emotion in my heart was touched, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return later. "Who said that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring?" The only person in the world who has shown kindness to me without asking for anything in return is my mother! Mother's love is selfless and sincere love. Mother gives us life, she gives us too much, endless love, and what about us?

The only thing we can remember is our mother's kind face, a pair of hands that worked for us, and a birthday.

The only thing we can do is to reduce the burden on our mother, chat with her, and stay with her.

The only thing we can think of is to create a peaceful environment for our mother so that she can enjoy a happy old age!

Mother’s love is speechless! Let us taste and experience with our hearts!

Crazy Mother

Twenty-three years ago, a young woman came to our village. She was unkempt, giggled when she saw everyone, and urinated in public without any hesitation. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit at the woman, and some even come forward and kick her, telling her to "go away." But she refused to leave, still wandering around the village with a silly smile.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He once had his left hand broken by a machine while working in a stone quarry, and because his family was poor, he never had a wife. When grandma saw that the woman still had some good looks, she became interested and decided to take her in as my father's wife. After she "renewed the incense" of my family, she would be kicked out. Although the father was reluctant, looking at the situation at home, he gritted his teeth and agreed. As a result, my father became the groom without spending any money.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma held me in her arms and said happily with her mouth that had few teeth left: "This crazy woman gave me a grandson with a baby." However, my grandma took me away as soon as I was born and never let my mother get close.

My mother always wanted to hug me, and she struggled to shout in front of grandma many times: "Here, give me..." Grandma ignored her.

I am so small, like a chubby baby, what if my mother accidentally drops me to the ground? After all, my mother is a madman. Whenever my mother asked to hold me, grandma would always stare and scold her: "Don't even think about holding the child, I won't give it to you. If I find you secretly holding him, I will beat you to death. Even if I don't, Even if you die, I will drive you away." Grandma said this without any ambiguity. My mother understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time. Although my mother's breasts were swollen, I couldn't take half of my mother's milk. It was my grandma who fed me spoonful by spoonful. Grandma said there was "psychosis" in my mother's milk, and it would be troublesome if it was transmitted to me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty. Especially after my mother and I were born, the family often couldn’t open the pot. Grandma decided to drive my mother away because she not only ate "idle food" at home, but also caused trouble from time to time.

One day, my grandma cooked a big pot of rice, added a big bowl to my mother with her own hands, and said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor, and my mother-in-law is sorry for you. After you finish this bowl of rice, go find a richer family to live." , you are not allowed to come here anymore, huh?" My mother just took a big ball of rice in her mouth, and she looked very surprised when she heard grandma's "exclusion order", and the ball of rice froze in her mouth. My mother looked at me in grandma's arms and screamed inarticulately: "No, don't..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face and shouted in a majestic paternalistic manner: "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? I won’t be able to eat any good things from you. You have been wandering around for two years. What do you want to do if you leave after eating?” After that, grandma took out a bag from behind the door. The handle of the hoe hit the ground hard like Yu Taijun's dragon-headed staff, making a "dong" sound. My mother was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and then slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on the white rice.

Under grandma’s gaze, my mother suddenly behaved very strangely. She gave half of the rice in the bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at grandma pitifully.

Grandma was stunned. It turned out that my mother told her that she would only eat half a bowl of rice for each meal, and she just asked her not to drive her away. Grandma's heart seemed to have been severely pinched. Grandma was also a woman, and her tough attitude was also an act. Grandma turned her head away, holding back her tears, then straightened her face and said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, and leave quickly. You will starve to death in my house." Mother seemed to be desperate, even the half bowl of rice was gone. He didn't eat, so he staggered out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time without leaving. Grandma said hard-heartedly: "Go, go, don't look back. There are many rich people in the world!" Instead, my mother came closer and stretched her hands into her mother-in-law's arms. It turned out that my mother wanted to hug me.

Grandma hesitated for a moment, then handed the infant me to my mother. For the first time, my mother held me in her arms and smiled with a smile on her face. Grandma, however, felt like she was facing a formidable enemy, and held her hands under my body, fearing that my mother would get mad and throw me away like trash. Mom held me for less than three minutes, and grandma couldn't wait to snatch me away, then turned around and went into the house and closed the door.

When I realized what was going on, I discovered that except for me, all the other friends had mothers. I asked my father for it and my grandma for it. They said, "Your mother is dead." But my friend told me: "Your mother is a lunatic and was driven away by your grandma." So I started arguing with my grandma and asked her to return my mother. I also called her "Grandma Wolf" and even served her food to me. Splashed all over the floor. I didn't have the concept of "crazy" at that time, I just knew that I missed her very much. What did she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, my mother, who had been away from home for five years, actually came back. That day, several friends rushed over to report: "Xiaoshu, come and see, your mother is back, your crazy mother is back." I was so happy that I ran out and my father Grandma also chased me out. This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She was still in rags, and there were some withered grass in her hair. God knows, she spent the night in that haystack. My mother didn't dare to enter the house, but she was sitting on a stone roller in the rice field in front of the village, facing my house, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. As I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she eagerly searched among us for her son. My mother finally stared at me, stared at me, and called me with a cracked mouth: "Small tree... ball... ball." She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand, and stuffed it into my arms flatteringly. But I kept moving back. I was greatly disappointed. I didn't expect that the mother Si Yexiang looked like. A friend was yelling at the side: "Xiaoshu, now you know what a lunatic looks like, right? It's your mother."

I angrily said to the friend: "She is your mother!" Your mother is the crazy one, that’s what your mother is like.” I turned around and ran away. I don’t want this crazy bitch anymore. Grandma and father took my mother in. Back then, after my grandma kicked my mother away, her conscience was tortured. As she aged day by day, her heart could no longer harden, so she took the initiative to keep her. My boss was not happy because my mother had lost my face. .

I never looked good on my mother, never took the initiative to talk to her, and never called her "mother". The communication between us was mainly based on my "roaring", and mother is absolutely the best. Don't dare to talk back.

The family cannot support my mother for nothing, so my grandma decided to train her to do chores. When working in the fields, grandma would take my mother out to "observe" her. If she didn't obey, she would be beaten. After some time, grandma thought that my mother had been trained by her, so she asked her to go out alone to cut pig grass. Unexpectedly, it only took my mother half an hour to cut two baskets of "pigweed". When grandma saw it, she was anxious and panicked. What her mother was cutting was the rice that was being pulped and eared off in someone else's field. Grandma angrily scolded her, "Crazy woman, you can't tell the difference between rice and grass..." When grandma was thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, the owner of the rice field came and said that grandma had deliberately instigated it. Grandma was so angry that she took out a stick and hit my mother on the lower back in front of others, saying: "I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch. Get away from me..."

Although my mother is crazy, , she still knew the pain. She jumped and avoided her grandma's mallet, wailing "Don't, don't..." in her mouth. In the end, they couldn't see it anymore and took the initiative to say, "Forget it, we won't pursue it any more. We'll just have to watch her more strictly from now on." After the storm subsided, my mother lay on the ground sobbing. I said to her contemptuously: "You can't tell the difference between grass and rice. You are such a pig." As soon as I finished speaking, I received a slap on the back of my head, which was from my grandma.

Grandma stared at me and scolded me: "Little bastard, what are you talking about? If you keep doing this, she is also your mother!" I curled my lips disdainfully: "I don't have such a stupid and crazy mother!" "Hey, you are really getting better and better. It's getting worse. Look, I won't hit you!" Grandma raised her hand again, and then she saw my mother jumping up from the ground like a spring, lying between me and grandma, and she pointed at her head, "Hit me, Hit me" he yelled.

I understand, my mother asked grandma to hit her, but not me. Grandma’s hand raised in the air fell down, and she murmured: "This crazy woman knows how to love her children in her heart!" Not long after I started school, my father was invited by a professional fish farmer from a neighboring village to guard the fish pond. You can earn 50 yuan per month. My mother still went out to work under the leadership of her grandmother, mainly hunting pig grass, and she didn't cause any big troubles.

I remember that when I was in the third grade of elementary school, I was hungry all winter. It suddenly started raining, and my grandma asked my mother to give me an umbrella. My mother may have fallen several times along the way, and her whole body was like a mud monkey. She stood by the classroom window and looked at me with a silly smile, and shouted: "Tree...umbrella..." Some classmates were laughing, and I was on pins and needles. , I hated my mother so much that I hated her for being ignorant, I hated her for embarrassing me, and I even hated Fan Jiaxi for taking the lead in making noise. While he was still imitating exaggeratedly, I grabbed the stationery in front of me and threw it at him, but Fan Jiaxi dodged it. He rushed forward and grabbed my neck, and we started fighting. I was small and no match for him, and was easily pinned to the ground by him. At this time, a long roar of "Ouch" was heard outside the classroom, and my mother ran in like a narrow window, grabbed Fan Jiaxi, and dragged her outside the room. It is said that madmen are very powerful, and it is true. My mother lifted the bully Fan Jiaxi into the air with both hands. He was so frightened that he cried for his father and called his mother, and kicked his chubby calves in the air. His mother ignored him and actually threw him into the pond in front of the school, and then walked away with an indifferent expression.

My mother got into a lot of trouble for me, but she seemed to be fine. In front of me, my mother regained her timid demeanor and looked at me flatteringly. I understand that this is maternal love. Even if she is delirious, maternal love is sober because her son has been bullied by others. At that time, I couldn't help shouting: "Mom!" This was the first time I called her since I could speak. My mother was shocked, looked at me for a long time, then blushed like a child, grinned, and smiled silly. That day, we, mother and son, held an umbrella and went home for the first time. I told my grandma about this, and she was so frightened that she fell on the chair and quickly asked someone to call dad back. As soon as my father entered the house, a group of strong men with knives and sticks broke into my house. They smashed the pots and pans indiscriminately. It was like a magnitude 9 earthquake in the house. These were all people invited by Fan Jiaxi's family. Fan's father pointed at his father's nose fiercely and said: "My son went crazy from fright and is now lying in the hospital. If your family doesn't pay 1,000 yuan for medical expenses, I, he Mom burned down your house."

1,000 yuan? Dad only has 50 yuan a month! Looking at the murderous Fan family, my father's eyes slowly turned red. He stared at my mother with a very terrifying look, quickly took off the belt around his waist with one hand, and beat her head and face. Time after time, my mother was like a panicked mouse, or like a prey that ran into a dead end, jumping and hiding helplessly. The shrill sounds she made and the crisp sound the belt made on her body, I will never forget it in my life. Finally, the director of the police station came and stopped my father's violent hands. The result of the police station's mediation was that both parties suffered losses but did not owe each other anything. Catch whoever is causing trouble! After the gang left, my father looked at the messy pots and pans in the house, and then at his mother who was scarred. He suddenly held her in his arms and cried bitterly, saying, "Crazy bitch, I didn't insist on beating you. If I don't beat you, this matter won't go away. We don't have the money to pay for it. This is all the fault of our poor family!" Dad looked at me again and said, "Shu'er, you must study hard and go to college. No, we will be bullied like this for the rest of our lives!" I nodded sensibly.

In the summer of 2000, I was admitted to high school with excellent results. Unfortunately, my grandmother, who became ill due to overwork, passed away, and the family's life became even more difficult. The Civil Affairs Bureau of Enshizhou classified my family as a particularly poor family and provided me with a monthly subsidy of 40 yuan. My high school also reduced my tuition and miscellaneous fees appropriately, so I was able to continue studying.

Since I am a residential student and I study very hard, I rarely go home. My father was still working for 50 yuan, so the burden of delivering food to me fell on my mother. Every time, the aunt next door would always help me prepare pickles and then give them to my mother to deliver. Kui Niang memorized the 20-kilometer Yangchang Mountain Road, rain or shine. It's really a miracle that my mother is not crazy at all in everything she does for her son. I can't explain how this phenomenon should be deciphered medically, other than motherly love.

On April 27, 2003, another Sunday, my mother came. Not only did she bring me vegetables, she also brought a dozen wild peaches. I picked up one, took a bite, and asked her with a smile: "It's quite sweet. Where did it come from?" My mother said: "I...I picked it..." I didn't expect my mother to pick wild peaches, so I sincerely praised her. She said: "Mom, you are becoming more and more capable." My mother smiled.

Before my mother left, I told her to pay attention to her safety, and my mother responded. Damn it, I plunged into the final review before the college entrance examination. The next day, I was in class, and my aunt hurried to school and asked the teacher to call me out of the classroom. My aunt asked my mother if she had brought the food. I said yes, and she went back yesterday. The aunt said: "No, she hasn't come home yet.

"My heart tightened. Isn't my mother going the wrong way? But she has been on this road for three years, so she can't be wrong. My aunt asked: "Didn't your mother say anything? "I said no. She brought me a dozen wild peaches. My aunt clapped her hands and said, "It's broken, it's broken. Maybe it's the wild peaches that are broken." "My aunt asked me if I had asked for leave. We walked back along the mountain road. There were indeed a few wild peach trees on the way home. There were a few peaches hanging sparsely on the peach trees. They were preserved because they grew on the cliffs. We At the same time, I found signs of broken branches on a peach tree, and there was an abyss under the tree. My aunt looked at me and said, "Let's go to the bottom of the cliff and have a look!" "I said, "Auntie, don't scare me..." Auntie couldn't help but said, pulling me towards the valley...

My mother was lying quietly at the bottom of the valley, surrounded by some scattered peaches, with her hands I was still clutching one tightly, and the blood on my body had already solidified into a heavy black color. I was so sad that my insides were broken, and I hugged my mother tightly and said, "Mom, my poor mother, I shouldn't regret it." You said these peaches are sweet, but it was your son who killed you...Mother, you have not enjoyed a single day of happiness in your life..." I put my head on my mother's cold face and cried so hard that the rocks all over the mountains and plains wept with me. ...

On August 7, 2003, the 100th day after my mother was buried, the gold-plated admission notice from Hubei University passed through the path my mother had walked and through the wild peach trees. Passing through the rice field in front of the village, I "flyed" straight into my house. I inserted this late letter on my mother's lonely grave: "Mom, my son has made a living. Did you hear it?" You can smile now! ”

There are three articles that will give me extra points!!!!!!!!! Answered by: 1306960959 | Level 1 | 2011-5-8 15:19

Mine The story is as countless as the stars in the sky. Now let me pick the brightest star and tell it to you. Once, I scored 93 points in the math unit test, and the mistakes I made were all those that shouldn't be made. place, so I didn’t dare tell my mother. One day, when my mother was checking my homework, she found a test paper hidden under the pile of books on the table. She opened it and saw the bright red "93". A burst of anger arose, so my mother called me to her, and without saying a word, she gave me a hard slap on the hand that had just finished my homework. This time, my skin was scratched. When I didn't understand what was going on, my mother handed me the test paper. I was stunned and looked at my mother blankly. After a while, I lowered my head like a criminal and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden the test paper. Please forgive me. "Is this what you know?" "My mother shouted sternly. I said tremblingly: "I will try to get a hundred points in the next exam. "At this time, my mother became even more angry and hit me hard on the leg. I started crying. My mother said: "There was an error in the exam. The cause of the error should be carefully analyzed to ensure a hundred points." "I nodded, but in my heart I blamed my mother, "Huh! If you get 100 points in the test, you will get 100 points in the test. What's so hard about it? I'll show you next time and surprise you. Believe it or not, we'll see. . ”

As a result, I really got 100 points for the second time. I was so happy and thought my mother would praise me. So as soon as I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother. Unexpectedly, my mother hit me again. Just as I looked at my mother blankly, my mother said to me meaningfully: "Peishan, study hard. Learning lessons is like climbing a mountain. Don't be afraid of tears or difficulties. You have to work hard since childhood and climb to the top of the mountain to touch the sky." < /p>

To this day, these words from my mother are still engraved in my heart. .

Reference: Written by myself. Respondent: You are B | Level 2 |