Write a 300-word composition about "Me and Mom" or "Me and Dad". The topic can also be a pair of gloves, a dress, and something to write around ~!

My mother and I

1. My mother is a very ordinary person, but the love she gives me is unusual. I have always been a strong child and seldom get sick. Naturally, I can't understand my mother's feeling of carrying me to the hospital. Therefore, maternal love has also become subtle and imperceptible here, but when it is discovered, it can't help but be moved. I have been fidgeting when I sleep, and I always lift the quilt, even in winter. I always think that this is entirely due to my innate good physical fitness. But from that night on, I realized that I was wrong. It was a deep winter night, and I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. Suddenly, a figure came into my room. It was my mother. A little surprise made me want to see it clearly. I saw her gently walk to my bed, looked at my quilt by moonlight, and then gently pulled it over my naked body. In a flash, I understood why my mother often caught a cold. Looking at the back of my mother leaving quietly, I have mixed feelings in my heart. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." My mother gave me such selfless love, and I should repay her, but I know that I can do too little compared with my mother's love. Because I live on campus, I can't warm my mother's bed before going to bed like an ancient dutiful son. However, I will pour my mother a cup of hot tea and hand her a pair of slippers when she drags her tired body home, telling her that I can plan my study and life at school by myself, and she will feel very happy every day with me around. On Mother's Day, I will also send my mother a card full of blessings and the news that she is most looking forward to that I am as happy and healthy as ever. I will work hard. In the future, I will rely on my efforts to let my mother enjoy life. Mom and I, mom and I, there are endless stories between us, but the love behind them can make people feel deeply.

2. Listen: Ha ha ha ha ... A burst of laughter, mixed with the rustle of the bench, is very high in frequency, absolutely original, vaguely clear, and the cadence of "The Source of Laughter" was sent by Liu Gang and A Jin, hosts of Anhui TV Station ... The time was set on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month in 2008, and the characters knew it was my mother without saying anything. I have already said that after I went to college, I used to sit in front of the TV with a bowl in my mouth, but I didn't like watching TV for no reason. So, after dinner, I stayed in my room early to read. At that time, although I was listening to music through headphones, the laughter coming from my mother's room across the wall made me jump out of the book, because my mother's laughter made me very happy, and I couldn't help thinking of the lost years, her dribs and drabs, her beauty, her happiness, sadness and melancholy ... First of all, it must be affirmed that my mother is majestic in my heart, and it has always been like this. However, one of her ways to build her dignity-every rural woman will use it-is "violence". Now I think the "violence" she gave me is really vague and ambiguous. I can't say that I don't remember it at all, but my memory about it is really veiled. With this in mind, the problem becomes clear again. When I was in the fifth grade that year, a card learning machine became popular among my classmates. At this time, my mother is working in Ningbo. I won the first place in my class in the mid-term exam, so I wrote a letter to my mother with my father's encouragement, telling her my grades and asking her to buy me a learning machine. Soon, my requirements were met. Several years later, when I was in the third grade, when I was tidying up my room, I accidentally turned out the learning machine that had been dusty for a long time. My mother next to me saw it and said something that reminded me that my heart was still shaking-this is the monthly living expenses I saved for you. I know my mother is a very thrifty person. She will never touch the money fixed in the bank every month, but will squeeze it out of the already limited living expenses. It's hard to imagine how my mother spent that month. After all, she is a weak woman. After all, she has to work eight hours a day. After all, she washes piles of dirty clothes sent by relatives every day. After all, she has to do a lot of housework every day ... for a long time, the majesty of her mother is more meaningful in my heart. I suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's phrase "Think about it now, it was really smart at that time" mentioned many times in Back, and I couldn't help but feel deeply. I have done many wrong things, self-righteous things, and things judged by my narrow values. I don't know how much it hurts my mother. Mom is a very hospitable and warm-hearted person. She always likes to take other people's dishes at the dinner table, whether there are guests or not. Because junior high school and senior high school are all boarding students, they will go home for two or three weeks. Every time I go home for dinner, my mother keeps urging me to eat and helping me with food. I still blame my father. "I haven't eaten, just like a clip." Actually, my dad didn't eat anything. But I hate this way. Now that I think about it, I am really "smart". Now you can't promise anything with words, or everything is self-evident. Then, the sky turned cloudy and cold, and the southern sky began to get wet again. I can't help but think of Yu Guangzhong's "Listening to the Cold Rain"-the sky is wet and wet, even in my dream, it seems to be holding an umbrella. With an umbrella, you can avoid a cold rain and the whole rainy season. Even my thoughts are wet. It seems that this is also a season of injuries. On the night of the fourteenth day of the first month, in my kitchen, a family of three ate the food carefully prepared by my mother, because I will go to school tomorrow. An atmosphere, and the Spring Festival when that person smiles like a rainbow. Mom, "You are leaving tomorrow, and now I really can't bear to leave, and it's the same if I really want to leave." Tears came out. "I'm going to study, and it's not like I'm never coming back ..." As if my comfort was tear gas, my mother rustled again. Now I really have a * * * song with Shi Tiesheng-"At that time, my son was still young and I couldn't think of my mother. He was stunned by fate and thought he was the most unfortunate person in the world. He doesn't know that his son's misfortune is always doubled by his mother. "Mom, I can write an epic, which is longer than the longest epic in the world-The Biography of King Gesar, or everyone can say so, but now, at the age of 20, I should say to my mother," Mom, don't worry, my son is fine. " Suddenly fell in love with my broken mobile phone. ...

My mother is short, ruddy, with shallow eyebrows and smiling eyes. She works in a baby shop and often comes home on time, which can be regarded as "the dragon sees the head and disappears the tail". Every morning, my mother gets up early for breakfast and looks for the clothes I want to wear that day. Breakfast is the time when I see my mother the most, and she doesn't come back until I fall asleep at night. According to my father, it is not easy to find a job in society now, so we should love our jobs and be dedicated. I gradually understood my mother, and I said from the bottom of my heart, "Mom, you have worked hard! You are my good mother and you are a selfless and respectable employee. " I admire my mother in many ways, including her precious spirit of respecting the elderly. Almost every weekend, my mother always asks me to bring delicious food to my grandparents. Sometimes she does it herself, and sometimes she buys it on the street. Grandma often praises her daughter-in-law for her filial piety in front of her neighbors. The seemingly ordinary things are deeply imprinted in my heart. I want to learn from my mother and inherit traditional virtues. At school, I imitated the text and wrote a composition called "Motherly Love" for my dear mother. On a very cold day, my mother picked me up from school. A cotton-padded coat was draped over her body, but the cold wind blew on her thin body. Ah, mother's love is warm cotton-padded clothes. Once I was hungry, my mother bought a Dicos burger. Give up eating and take it home to relieve me. Ah, mom's love is a delicious hamburger. Once I won the prize in the Go game, and my mother was very happy. Tell me to be proud and look forward to me again. Ah, maternal love is a serious teaching. Every day after work, my mother is always married with children, cleaning the room. My cabin is always clean. Ah, maternal love is a clean hut. In a word, my mother's devotion and love to me are unimaginable. I will study hard, honor my mother, and let her efforts be rewarded. Mom's birthday is coming. I made a greeting card carefully and booked a small and delicious fruitcake with my pocket money. Mom, let me say to you: "I love you!" " "

Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul. In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me. I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet." Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears ... after this incident, I understood that lying is wrong and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless. Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love. Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. When I take a closer look, there are still some wrinkles on my forehead. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for me. She gave me too much. Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.

When my mother's earnest exhortation rings in my ear, I will have that long-lost dream of writing, like an emotional waterfall, which makes pen and ink unable to stay any longer. My mother is like time, which lengthens my memory. Endless is my mother's kind smile, charitable heart and compassionate feelings ... My mother's waiting for a phone call on weekends is a constant sight in my home for many years. Radio waves traveling through time and space, like a warm current, poured into my heart. My mother believes that it is the most beautiful voice in the world, which is a great spiritual comfort to her and a long-term concern for her children. Because she is in her hometown, but her children are far away. Looking at Hong Fei and Castle Peak, I see my mother's broad, selfless and gentle thoughts. She turned her thoughts into sustenance and turned into waiting for the sound. This kind of waiting across the mother's heart, flying over Qian Shan, flying over every corner of our hearts. The transmission of "peace and happiness" is enough for my mother to work hard for a whole week without complaint, and it is enough for her to unload all her fatigue and talk about our brothers and sisters with her father. Mom never lets go of the weather forecast column after cctv- 1 evening news. I used to study with my sister, who paid attention to Jinan and Wuhan. Now my sister and brother are going to the distant bright spot on the map. My mother will know the rainy season in Shanghai before my sister, and she will also tell my brother that there will be a typhoon in Guangzhou before he gets off work. Now, she can accurately distinguish which announcer by voice, and regularly guess whether it will be Pei Xinhua or Zhao Hongyan tomorrow. Now I am the only one who teaches in a town three miles from home. She and I are both waiting for the same changing sky, and asking questions has become a three-dimensional language with quality, air and details, which is an indispensable part of my mother's life. There are always eggs that my mother secretly cooks for me. Like a treasure in memory, it never fades year after year, nourishing every link of my growth. Whether at school or at work, whether in winter or summer, eggs will always accompany my meals. I have been used to it for a long time, and it seems that I have become indifferent to this unparalleled feeling. I am used to accepting this free gift calmly. It was not until one day that my colleagues' envious eyes shot at me that I understood the meaning of "growing up" and revived the deepest and greatest maternal memory that touched me in this life! Because I have a partial eclipse since I was a child, my mother devoted almost all her efforts during my growing years. Even in the most difficult days at home, my mother tried her best to cook the most delicious food for me, so that my little sister and brother shouted "eccentricity" when I was a child, and every time I remembered it, I was ashamed and tears flashed by! Gradually, I learned to be as grateful as my mother, that my mother nourishes her children's richest hearts with the simplest spirit, and interprets the most selfless maternal love in the world with the simplest form! Mother's tears can never bear the sadness of parting. There is a parking intersection to the south of the village. My mother is always eager to arrive early when greeting us, but she never arrives at the parting moment. How can "the thread in the loving mother's hand makes clothes for the wayward boy's body" best describe the mother's busyness and concern when her children go out? Although she never said the pain of parting lightly and advised us not to miss home, her eyes were telling too much sadness. Mother often sows the seeds of missing when we don't go out, and soon it will sprout and blossom and grow into a leafy tree of love. My mother insisted on seeing me off during the summer vacation when my elder sister started her senior year. When I packed my bags and walked to the corner, my sister said, "Mom, go home!" " Looking back at my mother, she was in tears and speechless, but she didn't reach the intersection of the bus after all. Reunion again and again, farewell again and again, I know that my mother is no longer young. Decades of wind and rain have gradually shriveled my mother's face. When wrinkles climbed up the sideburns, my hair lost its luster, but my children lost their dreams and left with increasingly plump wings. This is the heart of a kind and sensitive mother, and what a happy and cruel thing it is. My mother's meticulous care is the source of my constant struggle. Mother didn't read much, but her sensible and profound outlook on life surprised all fathers who had read poetry books. In the long and difficult years, she has been supporting our "home" side by side with her father, casting the warmest family harbor and the most beautiful spiritual home for our sister and brother. Under the warm care of my mother, I successfully completed my normal education. When I was under twenty, she finally smiled proudly! However, she did not expect that the starting point of her daughter's work became the starting point of her study. As a teenager, she only knows how to be ambitious, but she doesn't know how to go through hardships and hardships, and she doesn't know how to walk hard. Now I have experienced many hardships on the way to the postgraduate entrance examination. She is my dearest mother. Her concern and encouragement showered on me at any time, so that I could devote myself to the battlefield filled with smoke. She made me understand that it is the deepest expectation in the world to want a woman to become a phoenix! Over the past few years, on-the-job postgraduate entrance examination has honed my character, consumed the most beautiful youth in my life, and made a modern woman full of idealism and classicism experience ups and downs in real life. Growing up, mothers never doubted their children's intelligence. When I read her the first diary in my life, she was delighted to believe that her daughter would be outstanding in the future. However, I missed my dream several times in a row. When 379 points hurt my heart and I sighed at the moment when I was unlucky, what depressed me most was that my success or failure was directly related to my mother's sadness and joy. The happiness I brought to my parents is far less than before. More often, they haggard for me, implicating me in a bad mood. When comforting me, my mother's eyes revealed a faint sad light. I realized that my eyes only reflected the tip of the iceberg. It must be my pain that makes my mother suffer. Mom was very satisfied and moved. My brother brought my mother a horn comb. She picks it up every morning and can't help mentioning her brother, and then sorts out a series of beautiful past events. Whenever cooking, she will smile happily and say how convenient and affordable the induction cooker her brother bought! When my sister led my mother to see cherry blossoms on the campus of Wuhan University, my mother's thoughts drifted for a long time with the green bamboo sea and blue sky during the trip. I clearly remember that my mother was often excited and excited about those trips. Decades of land work restricted her travel and even killed her eyesight. She never wants to go out for sightseeing, and always considers the cost everywhere. However, I know that if my mother goes to a scenic spot, her thoughts will be full of enthusiasm, and the excitement that is no less than that of young people will bring her incomparable joy. The picture on TV is just a concept, and the content is dull. How can it be worth going? I am ashamed. As the eldest daughter, I have never taken my parents out of town. The only memory in the sky is the only experience of going to Cao Zhou Peony Garden that spring, and it was only under persuasion and temptation. At noon, peony flowers floated by, and the wonderful fountain sounded. My mother said to my father, "The children are very sensible, and our lives are worth living." At that time, I obviously felt the warmth of my mother's happiness spread into my blood, ignoring the great sacrifice and extremely hard price for our growth. Motherly love is selfless and silent, boundless and priceless. Motherly love is like a clear spring, subtle and silent, but unobtrusive, and every bit is careful care for children; Motherly love is like the sea, just like the surging sea, full of deep love for children in the rolling waves!

My father

1. The best answer is' Dad, Dad, Good Dad, Good Dad, I have a good dad …' "Every time I hear this song, I think of my dad. Dad is 40 years old, with a flat head and bright eyes. Dad is a soldier, so he still retains some military styles. Dad always encourages me when I am helpless and tired, and gives me a warm harbor of strength. Once, I was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized. It was only half a month before the final exam, and I was worried about my study. Dad seems to see my mind and accompany me to make up lessons every day. Whenever I wake up, I always see my father's haggard face, and sometimes I cry quietly when my father changes the urinal. Finally, three days before the final exam, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital. In the final exam, I did better and got the third place in the whole school. There was a gratified smile on dad's face. Because my father is a soldier, he is also very strict with me. But he never hit me or scolded me, but taught me patiently. Once, I failed in the exam, and the total score of Chinese was only 150. I want to go home. My father will hit me, but he doesn't. I just said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come again next time. I won't blame you as long as you try your best. Summarize the reasons for this failure and try to do well in the next exam. Failure is the mother of success, and I will always support you. " Of course, there are no perfect people in the world, and my father is no exception. Dad loves drinking and often gets drunk. He vomited and vomited when he was drunk, and he was unconscious. My mother and I always take care of it. I wish dad would stop drinking. This is my father. He is one of the most grateful people in my life; He is the closest, most admired and admired man in my life. I love my father. I have a good father. I remember a song I liked to sing when I was a child. "Good Dad and Bad Dad" naively sang to my heart. I grew up and got to know my father's image again. I am proud of having a good father! My father is a man with a distinct personality. Sometimes if I make a mistake, my father will be very strict until I understand a truth and treat the philosophy of life correctly. But usually my father is always very kind and kind, and plays with me. Are you saying I don't like it? My father is a nosy "Sister Ma". He is always there when things happen. He helps the weak and helps the strong, and upholds justice. I appreciate my father's sense of justice. As a lawyer, he always helps people with lawsuits conscientiously. He has to read the complaint again and again for fear of making a punctuation mistake. Homework is the same, even if punctuation is wrong, you should say it n times. My father is a lawyer and has a good professional ethics. Unlike other lawyers, he doesn't want to take more cases. Dad often said: "It's better to have fewer cases, so that there will be no disputes and social order will be fine!" " "My father is still a standard new good man. He often buys food, washes dishes and does housework, and takes good care of our family. It can also be said that dad is an admirable lawyer outside, but he is our "nanny" at home. He also loves studying and writing. He has set up his own legal website to answer people's legal questions for free. Everyone he helped was grateful to him. He is not only my good father, but also my old friend. He raised me and worked hard. Do you think there is any reason why I should not study hard?

My father is the head of the family. He is neither tall nor fat. He has a pair of smart eyes, short hair and a pair of big glasses on his nose and ears. My father is not only the head of the family, but also the master of humor in our family. I remember once, my father asked someone to make two dumbbells, and that person wanted to give them to us. My father told us to take good care of the people who came. We quickly asked our father why. My father told us that he would give me dumbbells, but my father didn't speak Mandarin very well. He called the bell of the dumbbell a pear and then went to work. I walked back to my cabin in frustration, because I hate eating pears. I vaguely heard my mother say to herself, "There are so many pears in two boxes that I can't finish them. Just give my mother one! " After a while, my father came back with two dumbbells in his hand, followed by a man. I rushed over and asked, "Dad, why didn't you bring those two boxes of pears?" Dad is confused by us. After a while, he reacted and said helplessly, "When did I say pear? I clearly said dumbbells! " Dad made us laugh and cry. Another time, on holiday, my mother went to work and my father rested at home. Dad cooked the meal and then continued to play games. I'm not idle, watching TV. Suddenly I smelled a burning smell and said to my father, "Dad, it seems that the rice is burnt!" " "Dad rushed into the kitchen and said to me as soon as he came out," It's okay, don't tell mom. "After that, I went to the computer to continue fighting. After a while, mom came back. Seeing my mysterious face, she asked me, "What's the matter? Are you okay? " I nodded, and my mother went to fill the rice. I secretly followed, looked into the pot, and found that all the rice near the pressure cooker was cooked, except for a small piece in the middle which was white. I estimated that the program was about to start, so I turned and left the kitchen. At this time, my father was standing at the door of the kitchen. My mother picked up the unpolished rice and said to her father, "Your cooking level is too high. White rice can cook black rice. It's amazing!" Dad solemnly explained to his mother, "I cooked the rice with a black face." Black rice, of course. "After reading these, you must think my father is very funny. In fact, he is very knowledgeable in medicine and a great doctor. Every time the three of us go out shopping, we will meet a patient and ask him for advice. He will stop and patiently tell them what medicine to take. That my mother and I often have to go a long way to find my father. Every time I get sick, my father can cure me by prescribing a pair of medicine. Now that my father has gone abroad, my mother is most afraid that I will get sick. Once, I caught a cold and took several kinds of medicine, but it didn't help. Later, there was no way out, so my mother asked my father to send us a prescription from abroad by email. My mother caught me a pair of medicine according to the prescription before she cured me of my illness. Before my father went abroad, he sent me to school and picked me up from school every day. He never said "bitter" or "tired" ... I hope my father can come back early and let me see his kind face.

3. In my life, I have a father who cares about me in every way; In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up. My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; 2. Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation. Previously, my father was repairing the railway in Turpan, Xinjiang. He works day and night, 365 days a year, eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and meat and rice are rarely eaten. Life is hard. I only slept for five or six hours at night, and I had to get up the next morning, full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to be a taxi driver. My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once, I didn't do my homework and two reading notes, but my friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands. I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Car, Didi, Malanhua 21 ..." Just as I was jumping, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, when I jumped, I was making those two reading notes." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken. I have to do my homework. He didn't open his brow until I finished. At this moment, my father said, "Let me jump rope with you. Your father is still a master of skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up. Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.

4. Not enough writing. . . Send URL/question/question///183247799.html

LZ, choose one. Hehe, I hope I can help.