My mother's composition in the sixth grade

In study, work and life, people often come into contact with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are seven compositions written by my mother in the sixth grade for your reference only. Let's have a look.

My mother's sixth grade composition is 1. My mother, in her forties, is tall and has long hair. She is very beautiful. Mother is a hardworking, thrifty, simple and kind person.

My mother cares about me very much. My mother graduated from medical school, but because everyone took care of me when I was young, she quit her job and took care of me at home.

When I was a child, I was very ill. My mother has always taken care of me, not letting me catch cold, not letting me starve, and not letting me suffer a little injustice. My mother works behind my back.

She was afraid that I would bask in the sun, so she put me in a shack and let me play with toys. She works alone in the field.

I went to school, and my mother insisted on picking me up every day, rain or shine, watching my homework and tutoring me, so my grades always ranked first.

Spear, I am in middle school. I'm a little playful and don't like studying. My mother bought a building in the city to look after my study.

My mother manages a good home. After she resigned, she farmed at home. She asked her father to do a good job outside and take on all the work at home. In summer, under the exposure of the sun, my mother was covered with red pimples, and sometimes she felt dizzy, but she didn't rest, complained or feel tired. She continued transplanting rice seedlings and watering and weeding. My house has just built a brick house of 123 square meters, which is a mess. It was my mother who got up early and cleaned up. It's really hard. Thanks to my mother's diligence and careful calculation, my family's foreign debt was paid off soon. Have a good life.

My mother is very kind and likes to help others. People in the village look for her when they are seriously ill or have minor disasters. Mom can have injections, cupping and massage. Grandma Wang in the village is ill, and her whole body hurts so much that she can't stand on the kang. My mother went to give her an injection and massage. After a month of persistence, Grandma Wang recovered. She told everyone that her mother saved her.

My mother is an ordinary and ordinary woman, but in my heart she is a great person, and I love my mother.

My mother's composition has a person living beside me since I was a child. She cares about me, loves me and loves me. She is my mother, a person I admire.

Once, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother handed me an umbrella and said, "The weather forecast says it will rain at noon. Take an umbrella with you!" " I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? So I threw away my umbrella and ran out.

When school was over at noon, there was a sudden thunder and lightning, and it suddenly rained heavily. All the students with rain gear went home, and others were rhymed by their parents. I suddenly remembered: "Dad works outside and never comes home at noon. My mother has a high fever these days and has an intravenous drip at home. It is estimated that no one will pick me up! " "I am standing alone at the gate of the teaching building, tired and hungry. I couldn't help crying when I watched the downpour outside the window.

At this moment, I seem to see a familiar figure shaking in the heavy rain. Oh! It's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother came to me with difficulty. I ran over and my mother took off her raincoat and put it on for me. At this time, it was raining harder and harder, and my mother's head, face and clothes were all wet by the heavy rain. Looking at my "wet" mother, I couldn't help crying.

Ah, an umbrella holds up a sky, and my mother's loving umbrella brings me joy and happiness. Although it is raining heavily now, I still feel a warm wind attached to me. She is the greatest person around me.

My mother is 35 years old and very tall. She is not beautiful, but she is not ugly. If there are any shortcomings in appearance, it is a few spots on the face and a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose.

My mother is different. She likes to tease me. My mother often jokes about my front teeth, saying that my big die can "dig a mahjong and a military chess"; Sometimes when I don't talk about hygiene, she says I have "ant UN". When I accidentally made a mistake and had to paste a correction paper to rewrite it, she said I was a "star killer without correction paper" ... Sometimes, I was made to cry by her, and she plausibly said, "I teased you because I like you." It's not like mom!

My mother always grows up. Every time she buys me snacks, she always buys two-one of which is hers. She always knows which game is best, which movie is best and which snack is best. The children of relatives all like her, and she often tells stories, plays games and makes faces with them, which makes them laugh.

My mother also likes to brag. She often buys clothes from the Internet. No matter what clothes or scarves she wears, she always asks me if my father and I look good. If my father is not at home, I will play the role of my father, pretend to be an adult and judge my mother's clothes. No matter what I say, my mother won't be angry.

My mother is a workaholic. I can't give up a job I haven't finished. I often take home my unfinished homework in class, and go to bed when I finish it at home, sometimes until 4 am. Mom works very hard, and sometimes she can't hear me when I call her. I hope I can be a serious and responsible person like my mother when I grow up.

This is my mother. Although she doesn't help me with my homework and play games with me like other people's mothers; I don't clean the room as often as other people's mothers do and cook good food for me, but she is the best mother in my mind.

I love my mother!

In the sixth grade, my mother's composition 4 was in my mother's room, and the gift box next to her desk was the most eye-catching test paper.

This gift box reminds me of a thing in the past.

When I was a child, once, it was almost my mother's birthday. I ran to my mother and asked her in her ear, "Mom, your birthday is coming soon. What birthday present do you want? " My mother hugged me and said with a smile, "I want to have a schoolbag of my own most."

So, I took out some money from the piggy bank, ran to a shop selling schoolbags in the community, picked out a beautiful schoolbag, and asked the assistant aunt to pack the book in a beautiful box with gifts in it. On the night of my mother's birthday, I mysteriously took out a prepared gift for my mother. My mother was so surprised that tears fell. I will never forget that happy expression. But at that time, I didn't understand, and I was surprised that my mother was not a student, so how could she like schoolbags. Why doesn't she want beautiful clothes as a birthday present?

It turns out that my mother has a biggest hobby, that is, she always takes out some books from her schoolbag to read every day. Sometimes she goes to the bookstore, goes for a walk in the park, and brings her beloved schoolbag. I was curious at that time, so I asked my mother. My mother kindly told me: "Time waits for no one, every minute will pass, but knowledge is our best friend. As long as we know it, it will accompany us, make us happy and help us grow. " Mom's. These words often inspire me and benefit me a lot. Today, I grew up slowly and finally solved this mystery.

I know that my mother's schoolbag is not only full of knowledge, but also full of my mother's ideals. This strange gift may be a meaningful gift for my mother. Mother has kept the gift box well until now.

My mother has long black hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a pair of eyes on her small nose. She is not only conscientious and responsible in her work, but also very concerned about my study.

My mother is a sales assistant in an elevator company, mainly dealing with customers, so she is very busy at work. My mother's cell phone rings all the time, even on Sundays. Most of the calls are from customers. They either complain to their mother or ask about the price. At this time, my mother always patiently explained the cause of the problem to the customer, with a gentle and sincere tone.

Fortunately, I went to my mother's office several times and found that there were many documents on my mother's desk, but they were all neatly arranged and the desktop was spotless. But my desk is always in a mess, and my mother's meticulous spirit makes me study.

Every Friday, the teacher will give us a composition. When I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always makes me read the composition carefully and repeatedly, and then my mother teaches me to correct sick sentences carefully. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar other compositions and explained to me what this composition can be worth learning and learning from while reading it. Then compare it with my composition and point out where my composition is well written and where it is not well written. Until I understood the writing of this kind of article.

This is my mother, who works hard and cares about my study. I love my mother.

My mother's composition in the sixth grade winter has always been very cold, but that winter is happy and warm in my memory.

I remember it was a cold wind that day and I came home a little late from school. Besides, it's raining. It was already dark when I walked out of the school gate. I stepped up my pace and ran to the 148 bus.

Walking, through the dim light, I vaguely saw a familiar figure coming towards me. Take a closer look, ah! It's mom. I suddenly thought to myself, "Is Mom worried about me?" Have you waited for me for a long time? Did you blow a lot of cold air? "Before my thoughts stopped, my mother ran to me. She held my hand and asked, "Is it cold? Look, my hands are still cold. " As she talked to herself, she took off her gloves and tightly covered my hand, which was red with cold, with weather-beaten hands. I know, my mother has always regarded me as the little baby lying in her arms ten years ago and has always taken good care of me. My hands warmed up slowly, and my heart seemed to ignite the flame of happiness, and my whole body was particularly warm.

My mother took out my favorite roasted chestnuts from her pocket and put them in my two small pockets. She said to me, "Are you hungry?" Eat quickly. "I put my hand into two small pockets and began to cry.

148 bus arrived, and I instantly felt that this bulging pocket was not only chestnuts, but also the warm love of my mother. The door opened slowly and my mother and I got on the bus together. I peeled chestnuts in the car and put them in my mouth. It felt very fragrant, very sweet and very warm. I chewed it for a long time before swallowing it. Truth and happiness exude a faint fragrance and deep concern between lips and teeth.

I immediately realized that I was the happiest person in the world. I feel like a bird, flying freely in the sky, and my feathers become particularly warm. At this time, the neon lights on the street are flashing, and stars have appeared in the sky, making the road particularly bright and clear.

I have a long-winded mother who tells me this and that every day as if she didn't know she was tired every day.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, my mother's nagging began. Bao Xiao, wake up and get up quickly. Get up and wash. Well, a good day starts with washing. I had just finished washing when my mother spoke again. Bao Xiao, come and have breakfast! I'll report it to the restaurant, or my mother will definitely call me endlessly.

Oh, I can't finish it. Mom, I have a bad appetite this morning. I told my mother that I didn't really want to eat that half egg. My mother gave me a look as if she had read my mind at once. My mother said, no, I finished it in half. If you are picky about food, it will definitely be bad for your growth and development, which will lead to malnutrition ... Mom's words keep drilling into my ear ... Okay, okay, I'll eat, mom, please stop nagging me, I'll change. I thought to myself. I ate half an egg quickly. Pick up the bag and walk to the door. At this moment, my mother's long-winded voice rang behind me again. Pay attention to walking, cross the street and watch the car, don't compete with cycling ... well, I admit that I listen to these words every day, and I can recite them backwards. Mom is really annoying sometimes. She is really wordy. I just want to stride out and reply to my mother casually.

I sighed, alas, finally can't hear my mother's long-winded voice. But if you go home, it is inevitable. Bao Xiao, go home and do your homework. Hardly had I got home when I heard my mother's voice coming from the kitchen. All right, let's start over. I've thought about it countless times, mom. I'm not young anymore. I don't need you to tell me. ...

Bao Xiao, don't watch TV so close, you will damage your eyes. ...

Bao Xiao, come and wash your feet, or it will stink. ...

Bao Xiao, go to bed quickly, or you will be late tomorrow. ...

Alas, I can't escape my mother's verbosity. Until one day, my mother and my aunt will travel for a few days. I'm glad to hear the news. Mother's front foot went out, and her back foot was full of joy, and finally she couldn't hear her nagging. I can finally be liberated for a few days. ...

I haven't had time to enjoy a few days without my mother nagging. I found a problem these days.

Hey, it's really cold today. Why is it so cold today? How did it cool down today ... I suddenly realized that it cooled down today, and I didn't need my mother to nag me. I put on more clothes.

Hey, where is my Chinese book? Why is my schoolbag not tidied up? ..... without my mother's verbosity, my stationery books are not packed. ...

Hey, I've been weak recently. Why do I always feel that I have insufficient energy? ..... without my mother's nagging, I threw away all the eggs and vegetables I didn't like. ...

Hey, my ... Hey, my. ...

I gradually understand that I can't live without my mother's verbosity. My mother's love for me is silent, manifested in her usual verbosity, and I was once tired of it. ...

Mom, I love you!