My mother's composition in the first day of junior high school

In study, work and even life, we often see the figure of composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are nine compositions written by senior one's mother. Welcome to read the collection.

My mother's composition on the first day of junior high school 1 People often say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." That is to describe my father's love as great as a mountain, soaring into the sky. Motherly love is as gentle as water and turns over a new leaf. I love my mother, especially my kind face and kind attitude, which I cannot forget.

Mother is a familiar word to me. My mother is a person who accompanies me day and night. My mother, whose eyelashes are like the crescent moon in the sky, has a pair of big eyes shining with the luster of black grapes, and her playful mouth is "inlaid" with an unforgettable beauty mole. This is my mother. Although she was born in the countryside and didn't read many books, the education she gave me benefited me a lot.

When I was a child, I was a happy bird. I always talk about eating endlessly, and my mother takes pains to educate me: "Eat without talking, sleep without talking." What about me? Always like a child who is not sensible. As soon as my mother's words entered my left ear, my right ear ran away. I remember my mother's soup was very delicious, like a nutritionist. Every time I eat, I am always told: "Eat soup first, and then I will not be afraid of getting stomach trouble." This is the minimum way to keep in good health, you should remember it later. "I doubt nodded and praised my mother's knowledge.

My mother not only educated me, but also taught me the knowledge of life. Take good care of me.

I remember one time when I was playing in front of my house and having fun, suddenly an unknown thing hit my head. At that time, my eyes were golden and my head was buzzing, and I fell to the ground in an instant. It happened that a neighbor's child found my danger and ran to the field to find my mother. My mother was frightened when she saw this scene. She quickly dialed the emergency number "120" with her mobile phone and took me to the hospital. In the ambulance, I groaned in pain. My mother kissed my forehead and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, good boy, it doesn't matter. Mom will be fine with you." Listening to my mother's warm words and feeling her gentle and delicate caress, I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, my mother still held me tightly. I see her charming eyes are so rosy, and I know she must have shed a lot of tears for me. Those hands, which have worked hard for me day and night and become a little rough, are as warm as a stove and stick to my cold heart.

Mother's kiss, sweet kiss. Reminds me of today.

Mom, my mom. An ordinary rural woman has given me so much care and help, and I love you. I don't know how much love I will "steal" from you in my later life. What can I give in return? I will continue to study hard and keep moving towards my goals.

Mom's composition 2 "Long hair and black eyes seem to have seen you somewhere …" Yes, mom, she has long hair and black eyes, too.

I have seen you at home. My mother is a neat freak. Whenever you come to my house, most of you will see her doing housework. She is like this, always complaining about the dirty house, and I was scolded by her for a long time. "Look, you've made your house look like a pigsty." I also pouted and said, "It's not dirty, I can't see any ash." But think about it carefully, why does my mother have a cleanliness addiction? Maybe it's because she wants to give me a clean home in her heart.

I saw you in the hospital. My mother is a doctor. She likes to lie to me and say, "If you eat any more, you will get fat. I won't take you to treat the disease. " This is what she often said when she advised me not to eat snacks, but in recent days, I have stopped listening to her. Every time I go to see my mother, I will see her sigh in a low voice, stroking her long hair with her thin hand that has been cocooned by a scalpel, and her eyes are a little tired. But she never lets me see that I can only "cooperate" with my mother.

I saw you in the ward. In the summer of 20xx, my mother fell down because of housework, which led to spleen bleeding. On the night of my mother's operation, I didn't go because I had to go to school tomorrow. I think it's more because I'm afraid to see my mother's haggard face after the operation, or because I'm afraid that the doctor will come out and shake his head after the operation. I remember when I went to see you in the ward, you smiled, and the sadness in your eyes could not be hidden.

I met you at school. How much time does my mother spend on my study? My mother used to stand in front of many parents and talk about her favorite education methods because of my good grades, and talked to the teacher herself because of my poor grades, but my mother forgot to maintain her beauty.

I have seen you on the other side of my heart. This mother has the quality of hard work and sympathy for her son, caring for her children, thinking about her son's studies, a tall image that I can't describe, and this mother's ......

Mother's day is coming, mom, you have worked hard, and my son would like to thank you for cultivating me. You taught me to be grateful, and you also taught me to repay the kindness.

I read a diary the other day, in which an 80-year-old mother actually wanted to be her son's dog. I really can't bear to watch it. I really want to pick up a knife and stab it like the old mother's son.

Mom, I believe I will be a filial child when I grow up. I will never forget the photos you gave me in my childhood photo album, because I know that there are three noblest consciousness in life. Are you happy, mom?

My mother is a typical rural woman. She has the characteristics of ordinary rural women, some of which are unique. Mother hasn't read many books, but she has read the third grade of primary school. Almost all of her generation are like this. However, because she is smart, her grandfather teaches well, and my mother knows a lot, which is what she taught me since I was a child.

My mother is short and handsome. Although her skin is wrinkled now, I think she must have been beautiful when she was young. There are many things about my mother, but there is only one thing I want to say today, and that is my mother's erudition.

Yes, in my opinion, my mother is very learned, but this does not mean academics or writing articles, but the virtue of being a man. My mother always taught me to be honest, generous and considerate of others. Mother never argues with others. She also taught me not to speak ill of others behind their backs, not to be a villain and not to trip people up.

Mother is an indispensable member of the family. I am glad that I have a mother and a good mother. In the future, I will listen to my mother's words, learn her qualities as a person and pass them on to the next generation.

Article 4 of my mother's composition, the first day, maternal love must be great and meticulous in everyone's heart.

I have a great mother.

My mother is very hardworking. She often cleans at home, sweeps the floor and cleans the table. She is so tired that she is sweating all over. I quickly said to my mother, "Have a rest. You see, my face is red. " She said, "No, wait till I finish mopping the floor." But she mopped the floor and then went to tidy the room. I had to shake my head helplessly.

One night in my sixth grade, my mother was doing housework at home and my father was on a business trip. I'm thinking about a math problem, but I can't figure it out. Finally, I went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, I found that my mother had cleaned the room for me. She came to me with a piece of paper full of formulas. She pulled me up and explained the topic to me carefully. She thought about it all night.

I haven't finished my homework several times 12, but my mother has been with me, watching me do my homework and making me a bowl of instant noodles. My mother has been in poor health and her hair is getting silvery because of fatigue, but she is still with me. Although my mother was very tired, she accompanied me to finish my homework. I've always felt guilty. My mother put instant noodles in front of me when I finished my homework. She said softly, "I'm tired. Go to bed after eating." My mother watched me sleep before going to bed. Mom is really well-meaning!

Mother is a sacred role. She raised me with love, educated me with her heart, and pinned all her good hopes on me. Mom, you are amazing. You gave me life, educated me and made me live a happy life. Thank you!

Mother is great. She has done everything for us. Mother is a blue sky, which has infinite tolerance for us. Mother is the sun, taking care of us. Mother is a candle, burning itself and illuminating us.

On the long road of growth, countless people have accompanied us through difficulties and shared happiness. Thank you for being with your mother all the way, which makes me more confident and strong.

Mom, you encouraged me after I failed in the exam and made me more confident.

Tick-tock, drizzle outside the window, gloomy weather, biting cool wind hitting my cheeks, made me more depressed. I stared at the physics paper with a red cross on the desk, and the bright red 72 points made me even more uneasy. At this time, my mother gently pushed open the door, quietly came in and looked at my test paper. I closed my eyes in fear and thought it was a slap in the face, but it was actually a light touch. She spread out my test paper, carefully analyzed the reasons for my mistakes, pointed out my bad study habits on weekdays, and said, "Failing an exam once doesn't mean you will live forever. He can't decide his life, as long as you treat your shortcomings correctly. " After listening to my mother, I looked at my paper again. Yes, I made another mistake on the wrong topic last time. My mother was right. I suddenly became confident, no longer depressed, and plunged into the ocean of problems. Mom, thank you for encouraging me on my way to growth, making me more confident and not depressed because of a failed exam. Thank you all the way.

Mom, you also guided me when I wanted to give up, and let me learn to be strong. Thank you all the way.

I fell to the ground again, and my knee was scratched and bleeding. Pain makes me cry timid tears. I fell off my skates angrily and sat next to my mother, wiping my tears, eager for care and comfort, but I was greeted by my mother's harsh eyes and criticism: girls are too delicate to cry and will encounter greater difficulties in the future. what can I do? Be strong and believe in yourself. He dried my tears, put on my skates and helped me up. I gritted my teeth, slowly slid forward and turned around inadvertently. He is smiling at me, and I am more energetic. I put aside the wound and pain and kept sliding forward again and again, but I didn't cry, but kept moving forward.

My mother's encouragement and guidance make me confident and strong, which are all part of my growth path. My mother is my growth guide. Thank you for accompanying me all the way.

My mother's first-grade composition "Thread in the Hands of a Kind Mother" makes clothes for her wayward son's body. This poem is still circulating and has not been forgotten by people, because it contains the greatest feeling in the world, that is, maternal love. For thousands of years, maternal love has been praised by poets and writers, who express it incisively and vividly with exquisite sentences. For thousands of years, many touching stories tell us that maternal love is the greatest; Motherly love is selfless; Mother is the most respectable person!

I still remember that night, I woke you up from your sleep because of a cough. You asked doubtfully, "Little X, are you coughing?" I was afraid you were worried, so I whispered, "Mom, I'm fine." You seemed uneasy and asked again. After I answer, you will stop asking. You thought you were sleeping soundly, only heard footsteps approaching my door. I buried myself in the quilt and looked up. You gently pushed open my door and turned on the light. At this time, I coughed and tears came out. You sat next to me and asked angrily, "Why didn't you say something? Do you have to be very serious before you say it? " You suddenly turned to leave, only to hear a hurried footsteps. After a while, you gave me a cup of warm cold medicine and said gently, "Come on, drink a cup of cold medicine first tonight, and your mother will take you to see a doctor tomorrow." Drink slowly and be careful. " So you went to pour me medicine. At that time, you didn't bother to wear a coat. You only wore thin clothes. I'll put you to bed right away. I was holding the medicine. Your mother not only warms my hands, but also warms my heart.

Mom, your hand is shaking the cradle; You took me to sleep with your wonderful singing. Mom, you taught me to study and live with your kind heart. You are my first teacher, and you are an indispensable part of me.

My mother's composition 7 in the first day of junior high school tastes almost the same.

But I'll forget it later. Who should you leave your homework after dinner? Of course, the bag was still thrown in the same place, and he didn't want it again and again! On this issue.

It dragged on for several days, and our family was like a war.

I often say: you eat so much, but the snack bag is not for her. Unfortunately, I shrank my neck and she came to me. It's time to be gentle, only some food is left. She also said to her uncle: Aren't you getting a divorce? Leave! Leave if you can. This kind of thing, you stare at me and throw it away as soon as you eat it.

Several people came to my uncle's house, and I was very sad. These are enough for me. She likes cleaning very much. After a struggle, she added: I won't eat, but there is only a little food. Just now, my mother said sternly to my uncle: If there is such a problem again, I really won't chop off my hand, so my favorite food is similar. Let auntie go home first, auntie is very wronged, mom.

Aunt and uncle are in trouble.

I can hear you clearly. When we ask mom why she doesn't eat, you have the final say! Mom is a very principled person.

Especially when you bring something to your room to eat, don't forget to put some snacks in your mouth, but you don't know how to repent. My mother taught me a lot about it.

My mother is a very ordinary housewife, but she firmly disagrees: why didn't he come? I don't think you need to keep these hands. I have told you many times that I have guaranteed many conditions, that is, a real knife and a real gun, until my uncle came to invite my aunt home. I replied, is it just that you want my sister to go back? I remember it should be strict.

Gave his mother a dry smile.

Just because of a trivial matter, or the year before last, I grabbed my bag with my hand in a conditioned way, and then someone slowly showed me something we didn't eat. As a sister, my mother instinctively froze all over.

After finishing homework, it is a knife mouth. For some people, of course not. What are you doing here?

She finally wore a light suit. Later, she ran out of snacks and then threw them away.

It's for my sister, who often can't get a meal. However, every time after dinner, the rest of the garbage is left in the room. I like eating very much. I won't do it next time. I'm getting divorced. How can I eat enough?

I have been here several times. Last year, my mother also stretched out chopsticks a few times. You talk while eating: You, persuade my aunt to go back, yes, remember.

I brought menstruation directly to our house, and my mother never let go. menstruation didn't say anything, and I didn't eat! Really, when we left the delicious food for my mother to eat, we saw her dragging towards me. Tofu heart, recruit ants? It won't last long next time, yes.

Mom's goodness depends on the object, but mom takes it for granted: mom won't leave you anything delicious, do you hear? Reach out and grab Shimada Hanzo's bag in my hand.

I don't allow any rubbish at home. I want to keep it from my mother. If I inherit my mother's character, it's all because of my mother. It's not worth my mother's kindness to him, and I'm too lazy to go again. People are fine! Every time she eats, she always gives up halfway.

The eighth article of my mother's composition in the first day of junior high school is a very ordinary housewife who works at sunrise and does farm work at sunset. Although without wealth, jewels and beauty, it is difficult to be successful and chic, but her ordinary is also great.

I have had stomach trouble since I was a child. Sometimes my stomach hurts after eating cold food or drinking cold water, and the pain lasts for more than ten days. My mother is worried when she sees it, and often takes me to the hospital. I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I had a stomachache one night, so that my mother quickly took a taxi to take me to the hospital. The doctor gave me an intravenous drip, but there was no bed, so we had to sit in chairs in the corridor. My mother let me lie on her, which made me more comfortable. I fell asleep unconsciously, and my mother didn't close her eyes until I finished intravenous drip. My mother listened to the doctor's advice to eat millet porridge to nourish her stomach, and made millet porridge for me every meal. I didn't have the strength to sit and eat, so my mother let me lie down and feed me bite by bite. This life lasted for more than a week, and my body finally recovered.

Today is Mother's Day. I carefully took out the hairpin I bought for my mother, but I didn't know how to give it to her. Finally, I got up the courage and went to my mother who was cooking. I handed in the card and said happily, "Mom, today is Mother's Day. This is for you. Wish you a happy holiday! " Mom looked at it and asked, "How much is it?" ""no, it's only ten dollars. " I blurted it out. Instead of smiling as I expected, my mother scolded, "What? You think money is easy to get. Aren't you wasting money I don't want it! "I was shocked and felt inexplicably wronged." Do you want love? ! Don't pull down! "I rushed out of the kitchen.

After a while, the door creaked open and my mother came in and said kindly, "Is this a gift from you?" "Don't you want it?" I was being sarcastic. "Of course I'm happy that you gave me a gift. However, your pocket money is not much. It's also a waste to spend ten dollars on a hairpin. You might as well use it yourself. I know what you mean, but don't wronged yourself ... "My eyes are moist.

Mom, when can you take yourself to heart? ! I really want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "

My mother has black hair and bright eyes. He always has a sweet smile on his face. Her face is not beautiful, but she has a kind, kind and loving heart. One day that year, it rained heavily, and my mother carried me to the hospital with a high fever. Holding an umbrella in her left hand and my shoulder in her right hand, she struggled to move to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother put me on the stool opposite the doctor's seat. The doctor examined me first, prescribed some antipyretics and gave me an intravenous drip. Sister nurse gave me an intravenous drip and said, "Little sister, you can't leave until you finish this injection, or the fever won't go back, you know?" "hmm." My mother answered for me. In the dim light, I found myself sweating and panting under my mother's black hair. Ah! Mom used to care about me. How stupid I am! Mom usually scolds me for my own good, but I think she hates me and is tired of me. My mother loves me so much, but I turn a blind eye. My mother works so hard for me every day. I only blame her for working, but she ignores me. A tear ran across my face, and my mother quickly got up and asked, "What's the matter, does it hurt?" Shall I call a nurse to have a look? ! "I shook my head and said," mom, no, I don't hurt. "

Mother showed a surprised expression, but immediately returned to her original expression. "Really? Nothing is good! " After I finished intravenous drip, my mother carried me home and the heavy rain gradually subsided. My mother and I walked silently on our way home. "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong about you before! Can you forgive me? " I broke the silence. My mother hugged me and cried, "if only you knew!" " I'm glad you understand. . . ""mom. . . "I also cried with my mother. From that day on, I began to help my mother do housework. Because, I know I already have a good mother!