A story composition about mothers caring for their children

① Mom’s Story Composition

Because my parents are too busy, my hair is short. Which girl doesn’t like to be pretty? Looking at those companions with pigtails and bows, I was extremely envious. That was when I was still in kindergarten. One day on the way home from school, a few naughty boys pointed at me and said: Onion head, onion head! Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I ran home angrily. When I got home, I angrily said to my mother: "Mom! From now on, I will grow my hair long, and I will never be an onion again!" My mother looked at me and smiled and said: "Mom is really not a good mother. I promise you that I will make you a beautiful girl with long braids." My mother kept her word. Since then, my hair has not been cut. My braids have grown day by day. Finally, one day, I can comb my hair. I was so excited that I showed off my two braids in front of the mirror, like a jumping bird. However, since then, every day when I go to school, my mother always gets up ten minutes early to comb my hair. Even if she works overtime until the early morning, she will open the door on time to comb my hair.

② Story composition of parents’ love

Maternal love is a sachet that brings blessings to its children; maternal love is a fire that fills the heart with warmth; maternal love is a period of Candles, selfless dedication of beauty... Whenever I savor the deep maternal love, I can't help but think of my mother, that kind face, and the vivid and tortuous childhood memories.

Maternal love is deep, maternal love is delicate, maternal love is selfless and great. Only by experiencing and feeling with my heart can I be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. On Mother's Day this year, I remembered what a philosopher said about flowers: Mother is an endless book. Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me in my life...

There is a kind of love, which is the most selfless love in the world; there is a kind of giving, which is the most sincere giving in the world; there is a kind of care, which is the most selfless love in the world. The most permanent care, this is everything our mother gives us. Mother's love is silent; mother's love is delicate; mother's love is great; mother's love is lasting.

Everyone comes to the world after ten months of pregnancy by their mother. From the time of giving birth to a little life, the mother's responsibility has become so heavy. She is responsible for the growth and continuation of life. Some first-time mothers have severe reactions during pregnancy, and even experience vomiting and cannot eat. However, they still hold on for the sake of the children in their stomachs. I don't know what I felt when I was lying on the delivery bed, but I guess it must be anticipation accompanied by pain. Perhaps only a mother is qualified to discuss all of this. The torment of October makes all the pain seem so indifferent with the cry of the baby, and the pain turns into happiness in an instant. Perhaps because of motherhood, they take good care of them just like they treat the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. One stroke was so gentle. A child's growth is inseparable from his mother's care and love. They may even be stingy with themselves in order to feed and clothe their children well, but they will never treat their children badly.

As the children grow up, the mother's path is difficult, but the mother never gives in when faced with difficulties. She devoted all her life's love to her children. But as a young person, I always felt that among our sisters, I was the one my mother disliked the most, so it was inevitable that I would feel resentful and incomprehensible towards my mother, and I would often hurt my mother intentionally or unintentionally. It wasn't until I grew up, left my hometown, missed my mother, and recalled every bit of the past that I realized that my mother treated every child with the same love, because every child is the flesh that fell from the mother's body. Every time I receive a call from my mother, I feel a kind and warm feeling from my heart. Apart from my mother, I think it is difficult to find anyone else who can give me this feeling. Maybe only by staying away from your loved ones and missing your loved ones can you learn to cherish family ties more. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time flies so fast and the days I spend with them are so short. Just because I feel the rush of time, I will cherish every moment with my parents. Listening to my mother talk about the current situation at home is something I must hear every time I go home. As for the questions my mother had to ask me, I also summarized and summarized them: First: Are you busy at work? Are you tired? Second: personal issues. I know my mother's thoughts and hope that I will find a good home soon and fulfill her wish. Even for my parents, I want to find my happiness as soon as possible. My mother is now older, wrinkles have appeared on her face, and the black hair on her head has gradually turned into silver threads. I know that this is a testimony of my mother's vicissitudes of life and her hard work. Although we have grown up, in the eyes of our mother, we will always be children. Children who will never grow up, she still gives us endless care.

What our mother has given us is not only life, but also the grace of upbringing. That great love, I think I will never be able to repay in my lifetime, and it is even more impossible to repay. I know there are many words to describe mothers, and there are many words to describe maternal love, such as greatness, broadness, kindness, kindness, etc., so I can't find more accurate words to describe mothers than these, but I know that "the crow feeds back." " and the principle of "the lamb kneeling at the breast", so I will try my best to repay the warmth and care my mother gave me.

I also hope that children all over the world can be kind to the elderly and their mothers

③ A 300-word essay on my mother’s touching story

Family is the cradle of our growth. Some of the stories that happened at home are very touching, such as an incident from the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake that just happened. This incident first made me feel a lot of dissatisfaction, and then it turned into a lot of emotion.

After the May 12 Wenchuan earthquake, the timid mother "ordered" the whole family to live outside for a few days. After the earthquake, we were supposed to go home, but my mother insisted on sleeping in a tent. My father was worried about her, so he followed her, but he also didn't trust me and pulled me into the tent. I was forced to sleep here. But this place is like the 18th level of hell - hot, noisy and boring. . . . . . I don't like sleeping in tents. At twelve o'clock at night, I was woken up again. I originally wanted to sleep for a while, but it was too noisy and I couldn't fall asleep. At this time, all the dissatisfaction burst out, and I was like a volcano erupting, waking up my mother and blaming her.

Because my mother thought there was an earthquake, but there was no such thing, and she wanted me to sleep in a tent. My mother didn't say anything. She had tears in her eyes as she listened to my accusations against her. It was after one o'clock in the morning that I remembered that this was a public place. I lowered my voice a little and continued to blame my mother. My mother looked at me and fanned me again, but I didn't appreciate it. , and threw aside the paper fan held by her mother. At this time, my mother picked up the paper fan and fanned it for me.

While fanning it back, she said: "Sleep, kid! Take a nap!" This move of my mother calmed me down. Some, I slowly closed my eyes. . . . . . And my mother was still fanning me. I don’t know how long she slept.

On the second day, my mother explained to me: "Son, I'm sorry, it's my mother who is timid. I saw you feeling so uncomfortable yesterday. I was really ashamed, but I didn't dare to let you go back." Home..."

At this time, all my resentment and incomprehension turned into emotion, and I looked at my mother's eyes as black as a giant panda.

Bloodshot, I really wanted to cry in my mother's warm arms.

④ A 400-word essay on mother’s story

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Mother is great, loving and tolerant. Deep in our hearts, there is always someone you can never forget. She is so kind. Who is she? She is our mother.

I have a mother who loves me very much. He is not tall, has black hair, a pair of big eyes, and a small red mouth under his small nose. My mother didn't go to work because she had to take care of me at home, but her day was never free. She took me to and from school every day, which seemed to be a mother's job. Doing housework was also indispensable in the day.

I remember one time, when I came home from school, my mother cooked a lot of sumptuous meals for me. The house was also very clean, and there was no dust in sight. After dinner, I went into the house to do my homework. Suddenly I felt that it was very quiet outside. When I walked out, I saw that my mother was asleep. After a while, my mother woke up. I walked up and asked: "Mom, what did you do today?" Are you tired?" Mom said with a smile: "I cleaned our house today." I quickly said: "Mom, you must do the housework appropriately and don't exhaust yourself." I understand, but you must understand that I clean the house every day so that you can live in a clean environment and organize your things since you were a child. "Mom, I understand."

From that day on, I tidied my house every day and put things away and kept them clean. I will also always remember my mother’s words. I have organized my own things since I was a child and never lost anything.

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⑤ Mom’s Story Composition

Mom’s Story

Everyone has his or her own mother. Something interesting must have happened to your mother, and so did I. No exceptions. So, let me tell you one or two.

One day, I asked my mother for composition materials: "Mom, I want a composition material, about writing interesting things about you." My mother said quietly: "Uh... I forgot about this, but, Now I can tell you an interesting thing that happened to me. Look carefully!" As she said this, my mother turned to my father who was sleeping lazily. She took off her shoes without thinking and put her two toes into my father's hands. Inside both nostrils. After a while, my father muttered: "Who is it? Why does it smell so bad?" When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was my mother who was making a fool of herself. At this time, my mother and I were already laughing. "Hahahaha..." This laughter is rippling in my home...

There is another more interesting thing! One day, I saw my father talking on the phone. As soon as I finished the call and was about to put the phone in my pocket, my mother rushed to my father with a "swish" sound, waved her hand upward, and my father's OPPO phone "swish". "God", just when I thought this phone was going to be scrapped, my mother reached out and picked it up, and the phone caught it. I breathed out secretly.

Mom wasn't done yet, so she added a line of lyrics: "I want a life in full bloom..." In an instant, laughter filled the whole room...

How about it, it's interesting enough! This is not the funniest thing that happened to my mother, there are more! If you want to know something interesting, come to my house and ask.

⑥ "Mom's Story" Composition 400

I have a loving and good mother. She is 36 years old, of medium build, with a pair of kind eyes embedded under thick eyebrows. In life, she cares about me meticulously and has strict requirements for my study.

Speaking of my mother’s care for me in life, it is really meticulous! Those caring things are like TV pictures displayed on the screen of my memory.

I remember one time, I was sick. Unfortunately, my mother also suffered from a headache, but she sent me to the hospital regardless of her illness, lined up to register, helped me get medicine, and accompanied me to hang myself. Needle, running before and after, very busy. At night, she stayed alone in front of my bed in the hospital. The next morning, when I woke up, my fever had gone down and I felt much better. However, my mother fell asleep on my pillow. My mother was working so hard, and I felt very distressed.

Not only that, my mother also has strict requirements on me in study. She often told me: I should study seriously, read and review the questions carefully when doing homework, and understand the meaning of the questions clearly. Once, I didn't follow my mother's request, and ended up writing "0" instead of "6", and the number was wrong. Just like that, my mother asked me to do this question again ten times. Since then, I have never made similar mistakes again.

There are many more stories about my mother. She also taught me many principles of life and often taught me that no matter what I do in the future, I must lay a solid foundation now so that I can become a useful member of society in the future. talent. From then on, I studied hard and made progress every day just like my mother wanted.

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⑦ A touching story about the relationship between mother and child. Be short. I + in the composition

One day,

I read a very touching true story in a book,

This story still exists today

< p> It makes me remember it vividly and unforgettably.

This story is about a young mother who took her

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son to the park to play.

At that time, zoo managers were preparing to move the black bear indoors for the winter and had already removed part of the wire fence on the outside of the cage.

When the mother and her son walked to the iron cage where the black bears were kept, the naughty son stepped over the newly removed barbed wire fence while the mother was not paying attention!

Then,

he approached the inner iron cage,

and stretched a piece of candy in his hand into the black bear's mouth through the iron cage.

At that critical moment,

the mother did not hesitate to feed one of her hands to the black bear,

then

Then he used his other hand to protect his son's little hand.

Although the staff nearby rushed to the rescue and beat the black bear open with a wooden stick

However, the mother's hands were still bitten horribly, and the tendons in one hand were severed. However, the son's hand was less injured because of the mother's protection. The mother in the story used her own hands to protect her son, so his son was out of danger.

There are many touching stories in the world about mothers who risked themselves to protect their children.

Everyone

will encounter some difficulties or dangers in the process of growing up.

There will be hardships

Mother gave us the most powerful protection with her weak body. Kahlil Gibran once said,

"The sweetest word that a person's

lips can utter,

is mother,

the most beautiful The call of mother is

"Mom"

⑧ A 500-word essay titled "Mom's Story"

I have A mother who is ingenious, gentle and considerate. She has short black hair, a pair of big watery eyes embedded under her moon-shaped eyebrows, a straight nose, a small cherry mouth that can talk, and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. These dexterous hands wash my clothes, fold quilts, and cook for me every day... They always care about me and this family. I love my wonderful mother!

My mother is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself based on my performance.

When my test scores are excellent, my mother's face will show a smile as bright as the sun; when I do my homework carelessly, my mother will get angry and start a storm; when I waste time doing some boring things When things happen, my mother will nag like a continuous drizzle, talking endlessly... But, I know that my mother is good for me and she loves me.

I remember one time, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this time, I didn't know what I stepped on. My feet slipped and I fell down. When I immediately got up from the ground, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I was so sad that I couldn't bear to throw these pants away.

Mom, what a resounding name. How many days and nights my mother has been with me and protected me; how many days and nights my mother has been worried about my tomorrow; how many days and nights my mother has cared for me and cared about me with her loving eyes ...Seeing that there are a few more silver threads on your head, I want to say: "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!"

⑨ Mom's Story" Composition of 400 words

Mom’s Story

Mother is great, loving and tolerant. Deep in our hearts, there is always someone you can never forget. She is so kind. Who is she? She is our mother.

I have a mother who loves me very much. He is not tall, has black hair, a pair of big eyes, and a small red mouth under his small nose. My mother didn't go to work because she had to take care of me at home, but her day was never free. She took me to and from school every day, which seemed to be a mother's job. Doing housework was also indispensable in the day.

I remember one time, when I came home from school, my mother cooked a lot of sumptuous meals for me. The house was also very clean, and there was no dust in sight. After dinner, I went into the house to do my homework. Suddenly I felt that it was very quiet outside. When I walked out, I saw that my mother was asleep. After a while, my mother woke up. I walked up and asked: "Mom, what did you do today?" Are you tired?" Mom said with a smile: "I cleaned our house today." I quickly said: "Mom, you must do the housework appropriately and don't exhaust yourself." I understand, but you must understand that I clean the house every day so that you can live in a clean environment and organize your things since you were a child. "Mom, I understand."

From that day on, I tidied my house every day and put things away and kept them clean. I will also always remember my mother’s words. I have organized my own things since I was a child and never lost anything.