The story of me and my mother

My mom's story 1 Maybe it's because my dad travels a lot. At home, my mother and I have the deepest feelings. We seem to be "soul mates". No matter what I think and do at home, it seems that my mother knows everything. Sometimes I feel unlucky to have such a mother. It is almost impossible for me to have personal secrets. My father always said that I was my mother's parrot.

My mother is very tall, and the most beautiful thing is her eyes, which are big and concave, with a high nose, a bit like foreigners. My mother likes to look at me when I am doing something. My eyes are full of tenderness and love. I like my mother best.

But it seems that after entering primary school, the gentle mother suddenly became severe, especially when her grades were poor and she was playful. My mother is like a lioness, her eyes are full of blame and anger.

I remember when I first entered the third grade, all the teachers in our class changed, and I didn't adapt, especially my math scores dropped rapidly. My mother flies into a rage every time she sees me make a low-level mistake, and a scolding is inevitable. At this moment, I am very scared. I hate myself for disappointing and making my mother angry, but I feel wronged because I also think about it. I often cry very sadly, but tears make my mother more angry. She said I was a crocodile's tear. My grades are getting worse and worse, and finally I can't finish the exam within the prescribed time. But this time, after taking home the unsatisfactory test paper, my mother didn't say anything, which made me even more afraid. The next day, I found a letter by the pillow, which was written by my mother. It said, "Actually, you are a good boy. You really want to achieve your goal, but you can't, not because you are stupid, but because my requirements are too high. " Mom hurt you, can you forgive her? "I was very touched when I read my mother's letter. Mom, I will work harder!

This letter has been hidden in my drawer, and I will remember a sentence in it: "A child's shortcomings are her characteristics. Everything will be fine when she grows up! " I am full of confidence in myself!

The story of my mother and I 2. My mother gave me life. During my growing up, many things happened between my mother and me, and everything impressed me deeply.

I remember one night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me loudly, "Gao Tengxiao, what's wrong with you?" You made three mistakes when you calculated the problem of intersection 6! What a pity! "It turned out that my mother found that I made too many verbal mistakes, and I was so angry that I didn't play. My mother picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I thought indignantly at that time: "Are the questions at the three intersections wrong? "You don't have to scold me like that. Are you still hitting me so hard? " At the thought of this, I jumped up and shouted at my mother, "Why did you hit me?" Why did you hit me? "Mom has been angry, see me so add fuel to the fire, add fuel to the fire. Angry mother yelled at me again, "Don't you dare talk back …", picked up a small stick next to me and hit me until I screamed in pain, and my mother stopped hitting me.

When my mother walked out of the room, I was so angry that the anger in my heart almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of my desk in a daze, and without hesitation, I picked up the notebook of my conversation with my mother-the dialogue record of my heart, tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. I was so happy that I finally threw up. But after a while, I began to regret it again: this is my heart dialogue book with my mother! How can you tear it off at will? I really want to slap myself.

At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in. She saw the messy pieces of paper on the ground. Without saying a word, she just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then folded them neatly and put them in the drawer. Then I sat down and reasoned with me calmly, and I slowly calmed down and felt that what I did was really wrong.

At night, when I turned off the light and began to fall asleep, I heard a familiar footstep push the door and come in. Mom came in and turned on the desk lamp, took out the fragments of my notebook that I just tore, and glued them back one by one with glue, double-sided adhesive and single-sided adhesive. Tears suddenly came out of my eyes. I got out of bed gently, walked up to my mother and said, "Good mother, I will never do this again. Please forgive me, me? " My mother said softly to me, "All right. Mom just wants to tell you that this is our soul exchange book. We should cherish this book and cherish our spiritual communication. "

My mother's story 3 In this world, many things will happen. The story between my mother and me is not shocking enough, but I still remember that day clearly.

That day, it was the final exam, and I had a fever. I came home with a high fever after the exam. My mother saw me like this and rushed me to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, my mother took me to draw blood in the morning as the doctor said. After the blood was drawn, the doctor read the report and said it was a bacterial infection. It would be fine to have an injection. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, but my mother still took me around. My mother and I were very tired during the injection, but my mother asked me to sit there and sleep for a while and go out to buy something to eat by myself. By the time my mother came back, I was already fast asleep and the needle was almost finished. After my mother went to ask the nurse to change another bottle of liquid medicine, let me eat something first. I asked my mother, "won't you eat together?" My mother replied, "I have already eaten." Although I know my mother hasn't eaten it, my mother should have her reasons. When I got home, my mother and I both washed and went to bed. When I got up the next day, I still had a little fever, but under the care of my mother, I gradually got better.

Mom, you took such good care of me that day that I will never forget it!

I lived with my mother for eleven years. Of course, many things happened between my mother and me, and the one I remember most clearly is that one. When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was fascinated by chess, so I asked my mother to buy me a box of chess and a book about chess. I am very happy with chess and books, as if I had won a baby. After dinner, I took a book and read it carefully. In a short time, I learned how to play chess and how to move every piece. But how can a person get off? I thought of my mother. Although my mother can't play chess, she readily agreed for me and immediately learned from me modestly.

The next morning, I asked my mother if she would like to play chess with me, and my mother readily agreed. The game started, and I proudly arranged the pieces. After arranging the chess game, I asked my mother to play chess first. Because my mother's skill is not as good as mine, a few minutes later, I killed all her soldiers, horses and guns, only two soldiers were lost, one shot and one horse. After a few minutes, my mother was finally eaten by my car. My mother lost, and I jumped with excitement. After several games, I beat my mother every time, which also made me a little proud. After my mother lost the chess game, she took a chess book every day when she had leisure, but I put it aside and didn't even read the book.

A month later, I played chess with my mother again. My mother made great progress, but I stopped. The first game was over, and my mother and I tied. The next three games surprised me: I only won one game, while my mother won two. I was really impressed by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed. Students' mothers have surpassed their sons and teachers. I quickly picked up the chessboard and read it intently. I can't be proud anymore. Growing up, my mother taught me knowledge and the truth of being a man. My mother said that she learned a lot with her son, and she grew up with him. Under the care of my mother, my grades have been very good, and my mother has made great progress in Qipai painting, and found the joy of life I have never had before.

My mother's story 5 In my life, my mother and I talked about everything like friends. You must be envious! Now let me tell a story about my mother and me.

Cats and mice are games that my mother and I often play. My mother is a cat mother. Speaking of which, you must be surprised. How to be a mother cat? Well, my mother is very strict with me. I can only watch TV after finishing my homework every day, and I can only watch an episode of cartoons. Plus, I'm a TV fan, which is even more annoying. However, there are policies above and countermeasures below, and I have my own coup! Every day my mother comes home later than me, and the burglar alarm from my mother's electric car is my alarm. On this day, I was watching the cartoon Tom and Jerry. When the alarm clock rang, I immediately turned off the TV and began to do my homework. When my mother came home and saw me doing my homework, she asked, Beibei, why are you so good today? Said, touching the TV with one hand. It's over! It's over! My little mouse was caught. Sometimes, my mother's electric car doesn't send out a burglarproof room. She gently pushed open the door, and the little mouse was still watching TV with relish, but it was caught by the mother cat.

Mom also has a pair of golden eyes. Once, I didn't do well in the exam, and I felt particularly uncomfortable. I have to ask my parents to sign it. It's really annoying Better yet, I'll be the head of the family! Hide the test paper and sign it yourself, but I remembered what my mother said: be honest. What shall we do? I'm hesitating. I didn't expect my mother to come home. The first problem is the distribution of test papers. I hesitate to answer, no, no, the voice is so low that I can't hear it myself. My mother stared at me with stern eyes. It is conceivable that my little mouse was caught again.

For eight years, my mother and I played cat and mouse game after game. In this episode, I grew up and became sensible. I won't do those childish things again, but there will be many stories about me and my mother. Please listen to me next time.

The story of me and my mother. My mother is selfless. She moistens the earth like spring rain. She is like the sea, raising fish; She is like the sun, illuminating everything; She has no regrets, no rewards, and selflessly raised her children.

My mother is different from other mothers. She often throws bricks at me. "Girls should be independent." This is a sentence that my mother often teaches me.

Once I asked my mother to help me wash my socks because it was too late. My mother didn't go directly to wash as before, but said to me with a serious face: "Girls should be independent." But I said jokingly, "I know!" Mother sighed and went to wash.

A few days later, I asked my mother to help me wash the fruit, and my mother said, "Wash it yourself, girls should be independent!" " "As soon as I heard this, I asked," Mom, what is the relationship between washing fruit and independence? Besides, it's no big deal to help wash it once! "I saw my mother put down her work, dragged me to the kitchen, gave me fruit and left. What a strange mother!

On the last day after the holiday, I was reading a book and felt thirsty. I said to my mother, "Mom, get me a glass of water!" " ""Answer it yourself! Girls should be independent! " "Mom,' girls want to be independent' You said more than once, does water have anything to do with independence? ？” I said impatiently. My mother came to me and said, "When I say independence, I mean two things, one is ideological independence, and the other is economic independence. You can't follow other people's advice and rely on others. You can't trust anyone when you grow up! Independence should start with small things. You can't make a small one, let alone a big one. You can also do it by washing socks, fruits and water. Do it yourself if you can! "

I suddenly understood something. Yes, why didn't my mother say "girls should be independent" for the first time?

Independence is easier said than done. But my mother's teaching urges me to do what I can and ask others what I can't do.

I found that my mother's "brick" turned out to be a long and wide road for me, which made me go higher and higher. Mom wants me to be so good, poor and inherit the wind!

My mother is an amiable person, so she has made many friends and made a wide range of people. She has short black hair, big eyes, small ears and a glib mouth. She is an English teacher and speaks English more fluently than my Mandarin. She is a veritable "superman" in my eyes! This is no exaggeration. Cooking, washing clothes, clearing the table and cleaning the room every day ... these things are a piece of cake for her. Although these things seem simple, if I were you, I would only do one or two things, and I might not be able to do them well!

My "Superman" mother cares about me very much. I remember it was a clear afternoon in Wan Li. We were having our last class when we heard the bell "Ding …" ringing incessantly. As soon as I heard the bell, I knew that school would be over. I was very excited. Sure enough, at the teacher's command, we lined up quickly, quietly and neatly. Just as I was about to walk to the school gate, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. Just when I was at a loss, the teacher suddenly came up to me and handed me an umbrella, saying that my mother sent it to me here. I asked the teacher when it was delivered. The teacher said it was delivered at noon. It turned out that my mother saw the weather forecast and said it would rain this afternoon, so she specially sent me an umbrella before going to work. While walking with an umbrella, I thought, although this is only an umbrella, without it, I can't go back, and I have to wait for my mother who doesn't get off work until six o'clock in the evening at school. My mother is really a superman. Thinking of this, I really want to say to you: "thank you!" " "

Actually, my mother is also very strict with me. Once, when I was doing my homework, I encountered a difficult problem and called my mother to teach me. My mother taught me once and I will, but I think my mother used to scold me, and I will be angry with her today. So she said it several times and I pretended not to say it. "will it!" Mom said angrily, it's like a big fire dragon, which scared me to correct it quickly.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I want to get 100% in the exam to make my mother happy. I want to help my mother do housework, so that my mother is no longer so hard; I want to go out with my mother to make her forget her troubles. I want ...

My mother and I are both ordinary people. In terms of appearance and figure, it can only be described as "average". But in my heart, my mother is the most beautiful person. My mother loves me very much, and unforgettable memories are as fragrant as pearls strung together with thread.

I remember one night, I had a high fever and my temperature was 39. My mother drove me to the hospital all night. I fell asleep as soon as I lay in the hospital bed. I woke up the next morning and found my mother's eyes bloodshot and sitting in a chair to rest. Seeing me moving, she asked with concern, "Are you better?" I nodded my head. Suddenly, the doctor came in, and my mother quickly asked, "How is my daughter?" The doctor said, "It's nothing serious now. Just take some medicine and hang water for two days. " My mother took a long breath and said to me, "You have a good rest these two days, take medicine on time and hang water for two days." In the next few days, my mother accompanied me to watch TV and read story books. With my mother's care and company, my illness finally recovered and I was naughty again.

Mom, not only nurses and accompanies me when I am sick, but also cares about me at ordinary times.

I remember that it rained a few days ago, and my mother took the blue umbrella to pick me up from school at the cram school. My mother and I walked on the sidewalk with an umbrella. I suddenly found that the sky above me was so blue and exciting, but the blue sky above my mother was broken, blue and gray. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked." I shouted. "no!" Mom smiled without a word. When I got home, I quickly brought a towel and handed it to my mother. Then I found tears in my mother's eyes. I rushed over and hugged my mother tightly.

My mother criticized me when I made a mistake; My mother comforted me when I was wronged; My mother encouraged me when I was frustrated; My mother warned me when I won the honor. I have so much to say to my mother. A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Mom, I love you!" " "Oh, my mother called me, so my mother and I call it a day.

I have a happy family. My father is a primary school teacher and my mother is a middle school teacher. They all care about me. My mother, in particular, has always cared about me.

Dad always said that my mouth was full of food and my clothes were tense. But one thing made me understand, I grew up.

It was a very ordinary dinner. But there is one dish I particularly like to eat: braised crucian carp.

"Come on, open your mouth!" Mother quickly put a piece of fish into my mouth as usual.

I took a good look and swallowed it. But unfortunately, I got stuck in a fishbone. I began to cry and kept complaining about my mother's carelessness.

At this time, my parents were anxious and made me jealous. I ate vegetables and rice, but the fishbone just got stuck in my throat and didn't slide down. The house is in a mess, and an ordinary dinner is so messy.

Later, I don't know when.

Go to sleep. I woke up the next day and found that my throat had stopped hurting.

My father told me earnestly, "Yesterday, my mother didn't sleep well because of you. How can you blame your mother for her carelessness? Mom is very sad! You are already a first-year student. Learn to take care of yourself. You have grown up! "

I am sorry to hear what my father said. Yes, I have grown up. Mom, mom, don't be sad anymore. I'll tell you now: I see-I've grown up! Do your own thing!

My story is over. Thank you 20xx, 3, 1 1

My mother and I have a story of 10. My mother has a pair of big watery eyes embedded in her cheeks and black hair hanging over her shoulders. Her greatest advantage is that she is glib! She is not tall, but she has a loud voice. When she is angry, her eyes are wide open, her nose is straight and her face is red, just like a ripe tomato. But she still loves me. She always gives me the best.

We are inseparable every day, especially reading books. When we travel, we will take some books to read. Sometimes I brush my teeth and my mother is reading me a good story. When my mother cooks or washes clothes, I will move a small chair and sit in the corner of the kitchen, reading stories to her like an announcer. Every night before going to bed, we will sit at the bedside and read articles together. Usually, when my mother sees good-looking articles, she will print them out and share them with my father and me after dinner. Reading is the happiest part of our family!

Besides reading, we also recite poems together. Every day on my way to school, I can hear my mother and I reciting poems. We are very happy to carry it together. Birds often cheer for us. In order to recite poems faster, we also sing poems like larks! Mother often revels in my singing. My mother usually recites faster than me, but I remember it better than my mother.

My mother and I often visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Sometimes we will take a plane through the clouds, and sometimes we will take a high-speed train that flies along the railway. We have been to Tiananmen Square in Beijing, Nan 'ao Island in Chaozhou, Meizhou Island in Fujian and northwest of China.

There are many stories about me and my mother. When I wrote it, I couldn't finish it in three days and three nights.

My story with my mother 1 1 In the evening, I played games with my mother and played three games: one was "riding a big horse", the other two were "unity" and "pushing a car".

When we play "riding a big horse", my mother lies on the ground as a horse and I am a rider. I shouted "Open …" and my mother climbed forward. I ride on my mother's back. I shouted "Yu …", and my mother's hands went up and down again!

My mother and I play "unity", which is actually a foot-to-foot game. My little foot is on my mother's big foot. I will leave when my mother leaves, and I will stop when my mother stops. Keep pace, we won't fall!

My mother and I played the game of pushing the car. I lie prone on the floor. Mother lifted my feet, and my two little hands climbed forward, halfway up. I lost my strength and immediately fell to the floor. But I think these three games are particularly interesting. Students should play when they have time.

The story of my mother and me 12 Water can hold everything and be contained by everything. Motherly love is like water. My mother always takes care of me and gives me warmth.

When I was in kindergarten, I was very disobedient and always looked around. Fortunately, I have my sister to play with me, otherwise it would be boring. At that time, I was very naughty My sister likes me very much and gives me everything first. I remember eating chicken legs at that time. My mother bought five chicken legs, and I am the youngest. Sure, let me eat first. I took the biggest one and began to eat. I ate a little, but I couldn't eat it, so I left it there. At this time, my mother will eat the rest. Mother said while eating, "throw it away if you can't finish it." What a waste! " Maybe all mothers do. Now that I think about it, it's really funny.

In primary school, my academic performance was ok, average. The teacher asked me to give a speech, and my mother was very happy after listening to it. She is full of energy. Practice, read and recite with me. She always says it's never too late to learn, and I always feel that she is trying to learn from me. About a week. On the day of the speech, I was not so nervous, but I was worried about my mother. I don't know what to do in the morning. I told me while cooking, "Don't be nervous, have fun! -You are great! " Judging from his expression and movements, she is more nervous than me.

I took my time walking onto the stage. I started my speech, because I had done enough training, and I remembered my manuscript clearly, and at the same time I had to cooperate with the corresponding actions. This task has been accomplished very well. After the speech, the teacher patted me on the head and showed a satisfied smile. At this time, my mother was very happy and her face was like a flower. At that time, he promised to treat me to chicken legs. Maybe my mother, like me, has tasted the sweetness of giving and returning.

I still remember one day in junior high school, as soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong fragrance. This is the most familiar smell to me, and you can definitely guess it-the smell of chicken legs. This may have something to do with my delicious nature. Unconsciously walked into the kitchen and looked at a plate of delicious chicken legs on the table. I can't say anything, just mention one and eat it. My mother was angry and funny when she saw my greedy face. Hurriedly urged me to wash my hands. Seeing that my nails are very long, I scolded: "Twelve three! Don't talk about hygiene, cut your nails and eat quickly. " There is a commanding tone in the tone. Reluctantly, I had a big stretch and begged my mother: "Please let me keep it, I like it very much!" " "This time my mother compromised and didn't ask again." Eat first, then cut after eating. This is unhealthy. "It is my mother's consistent practice to be sharp-tongued and thick-hearted. I've seen them all before. Now that I think about it, it's really funny. Why was I so ignorant at that time?

With the growth of years, I think my mother is the greatest mother in the world. Say from the bottom of my heart: Mom, I really like being with you. You accompany me in this life, and I will accompany you.

The story of my mother and me 13 There is always someone who supports me silently behind my back. There is always a kind of love in the world that makes us cry. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love!

Sometimes we have a big fight with our mother because of a little thing, saying that they are ignorant, old-fashioned and feudal. Afterwards, we will only say that we are teenagers and we are rebellious. And mother is not good to us, afraid that we will get hurt.

This is a true story that happened to me.

I am a child who has no opinion of everything, but everything depends on what my friends do. For example, in the third grade, some secondary vocational schools came to our school to recruit students. I have a dream of being a nurse since I was a child. I thought I could go to the health school, but my mother just didn't agree. One by one, my friends have gone to study majors. I am the only one left in the kindergarten teacher, computer and accounting. I am still sprinting with a group of top students and reviewing the senior high school entrance examination. It is useless to me. When I got home, I told my mother that I would go to a technical secondary school. My mother only said, take the senior high school entrance examination first, or go to a technical secondary school if you fail. At that time, I was not mature enough. I thought my mother wouldn't let me go because of the high tuition, and I hated my mother from the bottom of my heart. Naively thought she didn't like me. Later, I took the senior high school entrance examination. Although not admitted to a key high school, but admitted to a local ordinary high school. I don't want to go to high school, and I also want to study nursing. My mother only told me that my mother trusted you and knew that you would be admitted to high school. Isn't junior college higher than secondary school diploma? I didn't say anything at that time, just silently left tears.

I still remember the fourth day of this year, I had appendicitis. In the middle of the night, my mother had me taken to the hospital. She never left me for a moment. Seeing my haggard appearance, my mother cried and muttered, why wasn't I sick? My heart is broken. Tears fell like broken beads. Soon, when I was pushed into the operating room by doctors and nurses for surgery, my mother blamed herself outside. If she had tried to keep me from eating those junk foods before, I wouldn't have suffered so much today. At that moment, I understood that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless in the world.

Now that I am in senior three, I understand my mother's good intentions and her earnest teaching on some things. In 200 days, I will go through the second big exam in my life-the college entrance examination. Mom, I will succeed!

The story of me and my mother 14 My mother sat on the sofa, wiping her tears gently, and I stood beside her at a loss.

On the weekend afternoon, my mother and I sat on the sofa and watched TV together. I can't put my hand in my mouth freely. My mother frowned and looked at me a little angry. I quickly took my hand out of my mouth.

After a while, I put my hand in my mouth again. My mother saw it and said to me with an unhappy face, "Why did you put your hand in your mouth again?" Don't you know how unsanitary this is? " I put my hand down again.

After a long time, I put my hand in my mouth again. This time, my mother was completely angry. Eyebrows wrinkled, like two fighting caterpillars, eyes wide open, nose panting, like a Spanish bull, yelling at me: "How many times have I reminded you?" Are hands that delicious? "Summer is as loud as thunder, and it is as annoying as crows. I retorted, "What's wrong with eating hands? "That's it, you nagged several times, and then you didn't eat your hand." Mom was shocked. This is the first time I have talked to her like this. Unexpectedly, my mother cried! I quickly wiped my mother's tears with a tissue and apologized.

Finally, my mother forgave me, and my mother and I continued to watch TV. I never bit my finger again.

My mother's story 15 My mother's touching story.

I remember once, when I finished painting, it rained heavily, and it was time for school, but my mother had not come to pick me up yet. I have been waiting there, but I have never seen my mother.

Just then, my mother's figure appeared in front of my eyes. She came to meet me on foot with an umbrella. So I flew out, and my mother saw me and quickly handed me the umbrella. At that time, it rained heavily. I took the umbrella, smiled at my mother and gave her an umbrella. My mother thought my umbrella was too low, so she said to me, "Your umbrella is too low, I can't even get down, I'll do it!" " "So I handed my umbrella to my mother. At this time, the rain is getting heavier and the wind is blowing hard. My mother has been leaning against my umbrella.

When I got home, I found my mother soaked to the skin. I couldn't sleep that night. So I went to the table and took a fairy tale book to read. At this time, my mother coughed in the room. The next day, my mother was ill and took medicine for a few days. I will repay my mother when I grow up.