The weather is fine.

My mother wrote 250 words, and I had one or two touching things with my mother. I have a smart and gentle mother. She has short black hair, a pair of big eyes embedded under her eyebrows like moon buds, a straight nose, a small talking cherry mouth and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. She washes my clothes, folds the quilt and cooks every day ... and always cares about me and my family. I love my good mother!

Mom is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself because of my performance. When I do well in the exam, my mother's face will show a sunny smile: when I do my homework so-so, my mother will be furious and set off a storm; When I waste my time doing something boring, my mother will talk like a drizzle … but I know that my mother is good for me and loves me.

I remember once, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this moment, I don't know what I stepped on, my foot slipped and I fell down. When I got up from the ground at once, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I'm so sad that I can't bear to throw these pants away.

Mom, what a resounding name. How many days and nights, my mother has been with me, guarding me; How many days and nights, my mother worried about my tomorrow; How many days and nights, my mother cares about me with her loving eyes ... Looking at a few more silver wires on your head, I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!" " "

Thanks to my mother's composition 250 One or two things. A person gave birth to me in October, accompanied me in my daily growth, taught me to talk and taught me to walk. She is my mother and I want to thank her.

When I was seven or eight months old, in order to teach me to speak, my mother often hugged me and taught me to say "mom" and "dad", pointed at the little tree and pointed at the puppy ... Slowly, I learned to speak.

When learning to walk, my mother encouraged me again and again: "Come on, good job, stick to it!" " "I fell down and got up again, and I walked better every time.

When I was in kindergarten, my mother was always outside the school gate, but she avoided me. I know she wants me to be brave, but she is worried about me.

Once, I had a small white spot on the side of my eye, and the doctor said that I would have an operation. During the operation, I cried loudly, and so did my mother. She said, "I hope I can replace him."

Now, I sleep alone, but my mother comes to see me several times every night to help me wipe my sweat and cover me with a quilt.

Mom, thank you!

On Sunday, when I got up, I found it was already nine o'clock. I ran into my mother's room the first time, and she was still sleeping.

I whispered: It was late in the morning, and my mother was still sleeping. "My mind suddenly jumped out of mischief. So I crept to my mother's bedside and screamed at her voice, which suddenly woke her up from her dream. Usually calm, she also showed a little panic at this time, and I was relieved when I opened my eyes. This makes me very proud. My mother and I immediately laughed in the room.

But from Monday to Friday, she is different. Every morning, my mother gets up early and calls me. I opened my eyes in a daze and said lazily, "Let me sleep for a while." Mother looked dissatisfied and said, "Hurry up, it's seven o'clock." After listening to this sentence, I immediately came to the carp group and rolled around. Too many chefs dress themselves up and run to their desks like cheetahs to pick up the whole bag. Just when I was in a hurry, I inadvertently saw that the alarm clock showed six o'clock, only to know that my mother was cheating.

Although my mother and I are so different in age, we are very close and I often have unforgettable interesting things. I hope she will always be young and beautiful when I grow up. Thank my mother for bringing me childhood happiness.

My mother and I wrote two things: 500 words 1, washing dishes, and my mother's wrinkle exhibition:

"I have to wash dishes three times a day. My mother made all these. We're fine. Might as well do it. My mother laughs and I am happy. "

The above sentence was written after I washed the dishes for my mother.

It was a night of winter vacation. After our family finished dinner, my mother packed the dishes and began to wash the dishes.

The faucet was slammed, and my mother wore an apron and washed the dishes one by one, sweating all over her head. Seeing this, I was very unhappy and decided to wash the dishes for my mother this winter vacation.

With this wish, I fell asleep. ...

The next morning, after breakfast, my mother had to wash the dishes again. I quickly stopped her and said to her, "mom, I will help you wash dishes every day this winter vacation." How hard you work! " Mom was very happy and the wrinkles on her face relaxed. I am very happy, too.

I can't wait to put on my apron and start washing dishes. I turned on the tap, washed the bowl, picked up the rag and began to clean the bowl. It took me half a day to wash a bowl. I didn't give up, and I started washing the second bowl and the third bowl. ...

Finally, I finished washing the dishes, and then I really realized: Mom and Dad have worked hard for this family. I decided to help my parents share more things in the future.

2. I can sweep the floor:

Since the third grade, I have helped my mother sweep the floor during the summer vacation and winter vacation. Let me tell you how I sweep the floor.

I cleaned the living room first, then swept the dirt onto the balcony and several other rooms. After I cleaned them, I also swept the soil onto the balcony, which made it into a pile. I took a dustpan and pinched it off. "It's done," I said happily. But every time I sweep the floor, I sweat all over.

Summary:

This winter vacation experience has taught me too much. I will definitely do more things for my parents in the future!

Write one or two touching things that happened between you and your parents.

Home is a heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring;

Home is a warm embrace, and home is the most beautiful paradise.

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On the way home, the wall covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata came into view, lush and full of green, which made people feel cool in hot summer. I just stopped cycling in front of the corridor of my apartment. Suddenly, a light and fast figure passed over my head. I was startled and looked up. It was a swallow that flew into the corridor. I followed the swallow's direction and saw a little swallow's nest on the wall of the corridor on the first floor. I don't know when it was established. It is as detailed as a small bamboo basket. I looked at the bird's nest carefully, and then I saw a little swallow in the bird's nest, with two red pearl-like eyes dotted with shiny black feathers. The little swallow is still sipping her mouth, and there is a big swallow beside her. She must be the swallow's mother. She is feeding the swallows mouth to mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the swallow's father. He put the food he had just picked up from outside on the mother swallow.

I suddenly felt a warm current, a warm current rising. This is home!

Home is the heater in winter, and home is the hope of spring!

Home, how nice! Warm home is really nostalgic!

I tiptoed upstairs so as not to disturb them.

From then on, we can see such a scene every day: the big swallow flies in and out with food in its mouth, whispering and shouting, adding vitality and affection to our corridor.

Whenever night falls and the cold wind blows, three swallows snuggle in a small nest, sometimes snuggle together, chirping birds and conveying the fragrance of flowers in their hearts, which is very comfortable and quiet.

Home is a warm embrace, and home is a beautiful paradise!

Home, how nice! A warm home is really intoxicating!

The sun rises and the moon sets. Spring has come and winter has come. The little swallow grew up and flew in and out with the big swallow. Swallow's home has become a member of our whole dormitory. Swallow's home and our human family live in harmony and set each other off.

May the swallow's home be warm,

May all human homes be warm,

May all the homes in the world be warm.

As I grew older, there was a generation gap between my parents and me. I seldom communicate with them in this respect. Maybe my parents care too much about me. They often look at my personal privacy. I have lost my temper several times, but I have never lost it in front of them.

I went home one day and habitually opened the drawer after entering the room, and found that the drawer had been turned over. Although it was neatly arranged, I still found some "pearl clues", my diary, and I hesitated for a long time before I was sure it was my parents. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I rushed to the living room and sat on the sofa angrily. I didn't call my parents who were watching TV. I just look angry and dare not speak.

The deadlock continued, and my mother finally said, "Why are you so angry?"

"Fake good man, know perfectly well past ask!" I cursed in my heart, but I didn't answer.

"Your mother is talking to you! You didn't hear. " Dad yelled at me when he saw that I didn't answer my mother.

"What's the matter, I don't even have the right to speak?" I can't bear it any longer. I deliberately said such a sentence to provoke them, and I felt Japanese when I said it.

"You child, how can you talk to your parents like this? You have no respect for your parents! "

"Have you ever respected me?" I took a detour with them and made it clear. "

"In any case, we are all for your own good." Mother said quietly, with a little confidence.

"For my own good, don't read my diary is good for me? Did you ask my permission? Have you considered my feelings? " I tried to hold back my tears as I spoke.

"Anyway, what we do is for your own good."

Looking at mom and dad, I can't listen anymore. I ran into the room, slammed the door, and lay on the bed and began to cry. Tears can't hold back any longer. I feel very sad in my heart. Why do they disrespect me so much? Is this your love for me?

Looking at the family photos hanging on the wall and the kindness of parents, I don't believe it. Are they really my former parents?

Mom and dad, please give me a piece of blue sky that belongs to me, let me fly freely, let me really have a ladder of free growth, truly belong to myself …

"Forever is unique and irreplaceable: this is the memory of childhood." Yes, Du Jiaer is right. Whenever I recall a stupid thing I did when I was a child, I can't help laughing.

This childlike event began in the summer when I was six years old. At that time, there were so many mosquitoes that even sleeping with mosquito-repellent incense would be bitten by mosquitoes. I can't bear it, and I'm determined to think of a clever way to kill mosquitoes. After many troubles, I finally thought of a "coup":

Don't mosquitoes suck blood? Then it is very sensitive to red! According to this reasoning, you can have a good sleep as long as you distract mosquitoes with red tonight!

Thinking about it, I smiled first. Grandma saw me laughing happily and asked me why I laughed so happily. I seriously said this "plan". After listening to this, she also smiled. When she was about to tell me something, I interjected, "Please give me a red marker in order to complete this important mission." Grandma may have given up the idea of telling me the truth when she saw me so persistent. She smiled and gave me a red marker.

I picked up a watercolor pen and painted red on the wooden ladder, cabinet and wall in the utility room. Soon, you will be finished. I can finally have a good sleep tonight! Thought of this, the in the mind is beautiful and diligent.

The next morning, I woke up in a daze and scratched habitually. An idea flashed through my mind at once-I was bitten by a mosquito again last night. I got out of bed and cried angrily. I asked my grandmother, "Why doesn't my method work? Why? "

Grandma stroked my head and told me, "Silly child, mosquitoes will know where there is blood sucking when they smell it." How will they react when they see red? " Besides, it's dark at night and mosquitoes can't see. "I wanted to think, feel reasonable, don't cry. Looking at the red watercolors on the walls, wooden ladders and wooden cabinets, I was blindsided, as if I had just experienced the "Nanjing Massacre".

Now, when I see these "bloodstains", I may laugh, but I ... I won't admit that I painted them. Macaulay was right! "Of all people, children have the richest imagination."

Everyone has his own childhood, and childhood events are often full of childlike interest and memorable. One thing I still remember.

It happened when I was five years old, and it has been five or six years. I like shrimp very much. My mother always cooks shrimp for me once or twice on Saturday and Sunday. I eat it with relish every time. Where's my mother? She always eats bitter shrimp heads and always gives me delicious shrimp meat. At that time, when I was young, I always thought my mother loved shrimp heads. Then, a ridiculous and childish thing happened.

Once, my father bought three grilled shrimps from outside and told me to go to the kindergarten to eat them in the morning. Ah! How delicious this shrimp is! How charming the color is! On the way to the kindergarten, I couldn't help but be tempted and was about to eat. At this moment, I thought of my mother. My mother usually gives me the best food. This time, I want to give my mother the best food! What does mom like best? I thought about it, and finally came up with a shrimp head, a shrimp head. Because my mother only eats shrimp heads every time she eats shrimp, she doesn't eat shrimp bodies, so I conclude that my mother likes shrimp heads best. I plucked the first of the three shrimps and ate them with relish.

When I was sleeping in kindergarten at noon, I was afraid that three shrimp heads would be found by the teacher, so I took them out of my pocket and pressed them under my pillow. When I was sleeping, I also had a dream. I dreamed that when my mother took me home, I took out three shrimp heads for her to eat. When my mother saw it, she happily praised me for being sensible and rewarded me with a large piece of chocolate. Therefore, I am very eager to see my mother pick me up early.

Finally, my mother came to pick me up after school in the afternoon. I was ecstatic and ran to my mother in three or two steps. "mom! Look what good things I brought you! " Say happily.

"Oh, what is it?" Mother said gently as usual.

"I'll show you outside." I blinked mysteriously.

Outside, I asked my mother to close her eyes and count "3,2, 1". Mother smiled when I held three dried shrimp heads in my hand. I seem to feel that my mother's smile is not sweet, and I smiled reluctantly and awkwardly, and my eyes seemed to be shining with tears. She kissed me, touched my head and said, "Silly child, how can mother love to eat her head?" Then he said softly, "Thank you!" I listened, smiled and looked at my mother in confusion. Since my mother doesn't like shrimp heads, why does she always? ...

When I grow up, I gradually understand. I feel funny when I think about it, and I feel guilty for my childish behavior. I deeply realized my mother's love for me, and I love my mother even more!

Dream-an important step in life.

Dream is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Dreams are the key to the treasure house of knowledge; Dreams are ladders to help you climb the temple of knowledge.

Some people pursue their ideals and forget their dreams. In fact, dreams will produce beautiful flowers. Although some dreams will not blossom, as long as you sow the seeds of dreams and don't give up the opportunity to sweat, I believe that one day you will feel the joy of success.

White bubble

I wanted to be an artist when I was a child, but I couldn't make up my mind every time. When my mother found out, she enrolled me in a special class and asked me to learn dance. I was very happy at first, but after practicing for a few days, my leg began to hurt and I wanted to give up. Later, after my mother's patient guidance, I deeply understood that success requires patience, just like dreams are fish and sweat is a fishing rod. If you want to catch a fish, you must wait patiently. Yes, persistence is victory.

Pink bubble

After I got to middle school, I was still in a special class. Although I have studied in school for more than ten days, I still have two days to learn dance. With my love of dance, I never put any other thoughts. Mom said I grew up and learned a lot. At this time, I am ecstatic, because the white bubble has grown into a pink bubble with dreams and I am willing to work hard.

Yellow bubble

Becoming an artist is my dream, and I know it needs some hardships. I will trudge in the palace of artistic knowledge with 100% efforts, roam in the ocean of knowledge, and paint a brilliant tomorrow with my own wisdom.

Dreams are related to our lives, so we should make good use of them. We should be a dreamer, set lofty goals from now on, lay a good foundation, be not afraid of difficulties and face them bravely. I believe there are applause and flowers waiting for you in the palace of success.

Dreams, you, me and him should have them. Let's take dreams as a ladder, water the flowers of success with sweat, and take off the laurels of dreamers!

Really, dreams will blossom!

I've been calling for a long time, so adopt it!

Choose one or two things in my mother's composition. There is a kind of love that never asks for anything in return. This is maternal love. There is someone who deserves my love all my life. She is my mother. In the eyes of others, my mother is extremely ordinary, but in my opinion, my mother is the best mother in the world. When I was proud, she told me, "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind." When I was in pain, my mother said, "Don't be sad. Difficulties will always pass, and rainbows will always appear after rain. "

I remember once taking a bath in a basin when I was a child, and I didn't wipe it after washing. Late at night, I have a fever. My mother took out a thermometer to take my temperature, but when she took it out and looked at 40.5 degrees, my mother cried on the spot. Mother dried her tears and carried me to the hospital. Neighbor Zhang said, "Shit, what happened? Where are you going so late? " Mother said, "Hao Hao has a fever. I have to take Hao Hao to the hospital quickly. " "Oh, I have a bike here. You can take Hao Hao. " "Thank you, uncle zhang, no need. The hospital is not far from the hospital. It will arrive soon. " Before Zhang finished, my mother had disappeared into the night behind my back. In the dim light, I heard my mother crying. I woke up and saw my mother sitting in bed crying. I was in the hospital. I said, "Mom, why are you crying?" When my mother saw that I was awake, she quickly wiped her tears with paper and said in a friendly tone, "Hao Hao, my mother didn't cry. How do you feel? " Do you still feel hot? Does your head still hurt? You scared your mother. I was afraid that something would happen to you. Fortunately, my temperature dropped. Here, take these pills. "I poured two capsules from a small bottle and a cup of warm water into my mouth. I said innocently, "Mom, are these medicines as delicious as candy?" "Yes, it's sweeter than candy. "I can't wait to put the medicine in my mouth and drink a big mouthful of water before swallowing it. But I think it is not only not sweet, but also bitter. I said, "Mom, you are lying. These medicines are too bitter. " "Hao Hao, mom didn't mean to lie to you. Only taking medicine can cure the disease. Mom promised to buy you a box of candy when you leave the hospital. But these days, you have to take medicine. " I suddenly became happy and said excitedly, "mom, is this true?" "Miaomiao, don't worry, I will cooperate with the doctor for treatment, but mom, you have to keep your word. Come, let's pull the hook. " I held out my little finger, took my mother's hand and said, "Lala, pull the hook, if you don't change it for a hundred years, you will do what you say." My condition improved, my mother's mood suddenly brightened up, and we played games happily.

Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. As Gorky said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.

Shouldn't we be grateful to our mother?

A touching thing with my mother, and a touching thing with my mother.

My mother always took care of me when I first went to kindergarten. But after I entered the third grade of primary school, my mother didn't love me as much as before. I let myself fold the quilt and cook. I have never understood this problem.

On this day, I rubbed my eyes, put on my clothes, went to cook, and came back when I was done. When I went upstairs, I suddenly fell down and spilled all the rice. Hot soup ran into my hand and I cried. The crying alarmed Grandma Wang who lived downstairs. She came up and looked, "Oh, no!" He hurried downstairs to get the medicine, wiped my scalded hand and said, "It's a good thing I wore thick clothes today, otherwise I would get a big scar!" " "Hearing this, I cried again. My mother saw it and said, "Nothing, it's just a scratch." Xiao Gu is a brave boy. Hurry and get dressed before making breakfast. "Why doesn't my mother love me?

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by pain. I saw my mother was not at home, so I sneaked out of bed. Suddenly, the mother's voice came from Grandma Wang's house: "This child can't get used to it. He must face all the tests alone. Although it is cruel, it is for the sake of children! " "After that, there was a long talk. Suddenly there was footsteps outside, and I knew my mother had come in. I immediately lie on the bed and pretend to sleep. My mother pushed open the door and smiled when she saw me sleeping. She tucked me in, touched my head and walked away. I opened my eyes, ah, my mother still loves me, but she doesn't love me anymore. Thinking about it, a tear of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

Mom, you are great!

Meet my parents. Today is March 8 Women's Day, and I especially hope my mother can have a happy holiday. My mother usually goes out early and comes back late, and she has to undertake our housework at home. I don't know how much she cares about my study. Although sometimes my mother will hit me when I make mistakes, I know my mother is also good for me.

I think my mother must be very tired and hard at work every day. Why don't I do a housework for my mother to relax? So I looked at the shoe rack. My mother's shoes are stained with a lot of dust and some dirty mud. Got it! I can shine my mother's shoes! I immediately brought a small chair, a brush and shoe polish and began to shine shoes. I first brush off the dust and mud on my shoes with a brush, then squeeze out a little shoe polish on the vamp, and rub it hard with a brush, so I rub it left and right until the shoe polish is even, and then wipe it with silk cloth from beginning to end five minutes later. Ah! It took me a lot of effort to polish my shoes before I could see people! At this time, I was sweating and panting: I finally-understood my parents' painstaking efforts, and I-just did so little housework, so tired. Mom does this every day. It must be harder. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and showed my shoes to my mother. My mother smiled and said, "Yuanyuan is really a sensible child and has learned to help her mother." "

After listening to this, my heart is full of joy. I think it is worthwhile to exchange my efforts for understanding my parents' hardships. In the future, I will do something I can to reduce my mother's negative burden!

In the second grade, how to write a touching story of my son and mother in the diary of "touching things with my mother"

My mother is in her thirties. She is thin and has beautiful little eyes. My mother always takes care of me in every way. She is the best mother in the world. I love her too.

I was deeply moved by what happened once.

I caught a cold that time, and my mother took care of me until the evening. When I fell asleep, she was still reading under the lamp, because there was an exam tomorrow, and she kept tucking me in. She thinks I should be much better after taking care of me for so long. The next morning, she went to the exam. When I came back, I was still running a high fever and threw up all over the floor. She held me anxiously for an intravenous drip. My mother bought me food and asked me if I was okay. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes, my tears suddenly fell down.

Mom, my good mother, it is your broad love that deeply touched me. I love you, my good mother.

Refer to it and adopt it.

There are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you!

It was a morning a few weeks ago, and I was very unhappy because I had a conflict with a classmate the day before. I trudged into the classroom, only to find that everyone was staring at me with strange eyes. I panicked and asked my good friend. When I learned the truth, I was very angry because I was very angry yesterday and told Gong Yuan. He asked me about my homework and everything related to the dispute. I didn't expect him to say it! This is a big secret! I immediately flew into a rage. Without thinking, I rushed to Gong Yuan, who was being promoted, and shouted, "Bah! You big mouth! " Say that finish, then angrily left. The class stopped talking, and Gong Yuan stood there motionless. ...

I'll never talk to him again! I keep repeating it in my mind! After the morning reading, I sat in my seat alone and got angry. Hum! How dishonest! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I cried at once. "Hey, come here!" I looked up and said, well, you have the face to see me! That's right. It's Gong Yuan smiling at me. But in my heart, it's like a weasel to pay New Year greetings to chickens! "Can you come out for a moment?" He said quietly. I wanted to say no, but I thought, let's see what he has. Anyway, I'm going out to see if he eats me So I got up and walked out of the classroom with him. He took me to one side of the corridor, where there were not many people. I'm nervous. Does he want to fight me? After ... I saw the original bow smile and took out a small paper ball folded several times from his pocket. It looks mysterious. "Say, I go to see. I must! " He gave me the paper ball carefully, and as soon as I took it, he quickly dodged. What's his plot? Are there any mice in it? Or threatening letters ... my hands trembled and slowly opened the paper ball. Every time I open a layer, my heart beats wildly. Finally, I opened it. When I saw it, I was startled. God, there are more than 800 "I'm sorry" written on it, each of which is so neat and densely covered with the whole paper. My tears welled up again, but it was happy.

Later, I gave Gong Yuan a paper ball full of "Never mind". He smiled as if to say, "You finally forgive me!" I laughed too.

This incident really touched me. Although Gong Yuan and I didn't talk much, the messenger of friendship built a bridge between us and solved the contradiction. I will cherish this precious friendship forever. After all, it is more beautiful than pearls.

Today, I think this matter is still deeply touched, and a heat flow warms my whole body …