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

In life, work and study, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition according to the different writing time limit. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are six compositions written by my mother in Senior Two. I have carefully arranged them for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

My mother wrote 1 "My mother" in the second day of junior high school. Maybe this topic sounds like a cocoon in my ear. When I was a child, I was always ecstatic when I saw this topic, but as I grew older, I was always afraid to write another composition on this topic. My mother, an ordinary person, is such a mother who accompanied me through the ups and downs of life. I don't know how to express my feelings for my mother.

Mother's wrinkles get deeper every year. Although this is the trace that an old man should have, I still can't help but feel sad, because such deep wrinkles are not available at this age. My mother gave birth to me late, and I didn't reassure my mother like high flyers in my class. In the first grade of primary school, we learned to write Arabic numerals, but I always misspelled "2", so my mother put her finger against my head in a hurry, and I also wrote beautiful small words under my mother's strict education.

Later, it was the fourth grade of primary school. Although it is not very important, it is necessary to read pictures and write long narratives. I don't like talking very much since I was a child, so my writing skills are not so good, and I can't even write small plots in my life. My mother took me to write my composition (to be exact, my mother wrote it instead of me). She started with material selection and then finished. Without my mother's teaching, my writing level could not have reached today's level.

My mother is still worried about my study. Nine subjects are varied, and I'm in a hurry and I'm at a loss. When I was confused, my mother helped me again-she taught me how to arrange my time, how to study quickly and effectively, and how to get excellent grades. To tell the truth, I was not fully prepared to enter the second grade at that time. It was my mother who put me on the right track step by step and made my "little train".

Mom, too many things have happened to her, but everything she does is for me. I am afraid of this topic, because I don't want to imagine or dare to imagine my mother's white hair that can never be covered. Now, my mother has long realized that her health is getting worse every year, and I still have a long way to go. Mom, you are a lotus leaf, and I am a red lotus. Without you, the raindrops in my heart have come. Who will be my shade under the unobstructed sky?

Mother, if there is an afterlife, I just hope that fate will arrange for us to meet again. You are not my mother, but my daughter. I want to take you to the proud blue sky with my wings!

My mother's composition 2 in the second day of junior high school, "How many years of suffering have you experienced and how many years of suffering have you tasted?" I really want to smooth the wrinkles on your face and erase the pain in your heart. " Every time I hear this song, I will think of your pain. I was conceived in October and gave birth to me. My mother, you have worked hard.

Mom is a fashionable mom. There are always many clothes in her closet that I think are fashionable. Mothers pay attention to their own clothes and their own cultivation. Mom's clothes are very good. Choose clothes for me. When I wear them, I am always praised. It's a pity that my clothes were not good-looking at that time and I liked the non-mainstream. It's also a terrible memory when I think about it now. My mother is also the manager of a cosmetics store. She knows how to do business and how to live. Mother doesn't want to make huge profits for a while in business, she only wants small profits but quick turnover. The price of the goods sold is favorable and the quality is guaranteed. I also sell some toiletries. Most of the products sold are skin care, cleansing, sun protection and washing products. My mother is also a clever mother. My mother once asked me to sell shampoo and acne cream at school. I never tried it, so I was timid.

Although my mother is fashionable, she spends money recklessly. My mother is very good at spending money, so there is no need to buy necessities. Everyone has their own ideas. The financial power in the family is generally in the hands of the mother. Although food, clothing, housing and transportation are not as good as rich children every month, they are down-to-earth and live a down-to-earth life. After spending a lot of money, I bought it as soon as my brain was hot, and I completely regretted it after buying it. But now I am learning to control my bad habits.

My mother is also a mother who loves children. My mother never complains to me and my brother when facing the grievances at home. She doesn't want us to worry too much, which will affect our study. She always cries silently in the room. Now I 14 years old, I should be an adult and share my mother's troubles. You can't waste your hands and feet.

Mom, as Bing Xin said, I am red lotus, you are lotus leaf, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

My mother's composition 3 of the second day of junior high school My mother is sometimes more like a good friend than her mother. She gave me a lot of warmth, happiness, joy and comfort.

She hurried into the kitchen when I came home at the weekend. The sound of water drops, the clanging of kitchen knives and the busy drums make the cold winter night full of warmth. I can't help but drop my book and rush to the kitchen to chat with her and help her. My heart itches. I just want to "steal" more dishes. She frowned for a moment, smiled and readily agreed. I haven't touched the pot for a long time, and my craft is rusty. She stood aside and smiled and mentioned that I put too little oil in it. Gentle eyes haunt me back and forth. I tried to refuel and smiled shyly at her back. Her smile came into view and rippled. At that moment, Bloom's voice seemed cold and distant. Scratching oil splashed everywhere, and a thick oil fragrance penetrated into my heart. She came forward to fix the broken hair in my ear, folded her hands on her chest, and looked like a master: "You used to be most afraid of spilling oil on yourself and almost throwing the lid out ..." She couldn't help laughing when she didn't finish. I pretended to look at her while cooking: "I didn't know who was afraid to wash silver carp last time, so let me wash it myself." Their voices are high and low, a little heavy and a little sharp. The hearty laughter was exactly the same, which attracted the father who teased the fish outside the door to look at him frequently.

After dinner, we sat on the sofa and watched TV together. The news broadcast at 7: 30 always makes the waiting boring, and our family sits askew and watches the treasure hunt. My mother seldom puts on airs as an adult. After my son identified a valuable treasure, she suddenly leaned into my arms, and her furry head turned uneasily in my arms, which made me laugh: "Why don't we have anything valuable at home?" ? I laughed at her cheating and suddenly looked at her seriously. She suddenly became alert, regained her normal tone and looked at me with her head tilted. "What's the matter?" I burst out laughing. "Nothing, I think you are cute." She lies quietly in my arms, her big eyes are black and white. At this time, I felt something, my heart moved, and I pushed her away unnaturally, trying to avoid this unknown feeling, but I hugged her back and threw myself into her chest, always warm as ever.

She likes playing games and often sits behind me to accompany me in my homework. Before we started, I emphasized one sentence: "POPStar". I turned around and angrily scolded her "Jing Mom". She put down her cell phone, hugged me from behind and kissed me, but I avoided her. She smiled reluctantly and said to the back of my head, "You have something dirty on your face." I knew it was her usual trick and ignored it. She leaned against me and asked stupidly, "Why did you just call me Jing Ma?" I held back my laughter and pretended to be calm: "There are two anyway." She left suddenly and pretended to be angry, but later she brought a cup of warm lemon tea, which was sour, sweet, bitter and fragrant.

She is my mother, my dearest mother. She loves laughing, losing her temper, shopping, fashion, sleeping in, telling jokes, gossiping and buying cuteness, but she loves me the most.

I hope that after many years, I succeed, hug her and introduce to others: "This is my mother."

I am not perfect, but I love my mother the most!

My mother's composition in Grade Two is 4. My mother is not very beautiful, of medium height, with black hair and a beautiful headdress. Like all mothers, she loves her children deeply. Her love for me from the bottom of my heart is beyond description by any language or vocabulary.

The ruthlessness and heavy work of the years have made the mother's white hair grow longer and more, and the wrinkles on her face are dense. These white hairs and wrinkles verify all the hardships my mother has paid for me.

My mother is very kind to me. There was a math unit exam in grade five, and I didn't do very well. When I got home, I silently listened to my father's reprimand. Climb in front of the desk to correct my mistakes, thinking about what my father said to blame me, and the tears that have been swirling in my eyes still fall on the test paper. At this time, my mother suddenly pushed the door and came in, wiped away the tears in my eyes, picked up the test paper conveniently, and sighed, as if shaking. My mother comforted me and said, "I understand that you don't want to fail in the exam." You should study hard and be careful in the future. This exam is really not so good. Summarize and see how to do the next unit. " "I have listened, and I have the motivation. In the next unit exam, my grades really went up again. My mother looked at the paper in this unit and smiled with satisfaction.

My mother is still very responsible for me.

Once, as soon as I got to the classroom, it began to rain outside the window. Then it rained harder and harder, and I began to worry because I didn't bring rain gear. A bell rang. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and ran to the eaves at the school gate, waiting for my parents to pick me up. It's almost gone. My heart is half cold and my nose is beginning to sour. But just when I wanted to cry, I saw a familiar figure not far away in the dim light. It's my mother! I jumped up and waved to her happily, and my mother came. Her hands were red with cold, and mud stars were sprayed on her trouser legs. I got on the bus, climbed behind my mother's tall body with an umbrella and went home. Her concern for me touched me for a long time.

My mother took good care of me. She is like a big tree to shelter me from the wind and rain, and she is like a lamp to guide me. At this moment, only by studying hard can I repay my mother's infinite love for me!

Mom is so simple. She expects all the great spirits of the Chinese nation to concentrate on me. Because she is my mother and I am her expectation.

My mother, she is the greatest person in the world: she gave me life, he let me receive education, and since I was born, she has taken care of me bit by bit. I can't help but thank her for this.

Everyone can't get such a vigorous and unforgettable maternal love, but from my mother's subtle concern for my life, I can see that my mother is so kind to me.

My mother, like most mothers, likes to nag. I may get bored, but she will never-it's cold, but when I come home from study at night, she always tells me to put on more clothes tomorrow, and at the same time fold the clothes in my closet and put them on my bedside. Of course, sometimes I don't listen to her, and I naturally catch a cold in a few days; When the weather is hot, she will tell me to wear less. In order not to let me disobey her, she will take pains to check how much I wear every morning like a security check. It has been like this for more than ten years!

My mother always likes to sleep late, but since I entered junior high school, she has got up earlier than me almost every morning. She woke me up and hurriedly prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen. Only on the weekend morning, when she saw me sleeping soundly and not getting up, she quietly closed the door for me-just wanted me to have a rest.

My mother likes to "scold" me, and I know that she actually cares about me. Whenever she finds out that I have done something wrong, she will come and slap me twice and then scold me severely. My mother doesn't like to see me bored. She wants me to be as lively as other children, even naughty. Let's just say, especially during the Chinese New Year, when he sees me standing there like a deadwood, he can't help kicking me, hitting me a few times and then scolding me. This shows how much my mother loves me!

My mother sometimes likes to ask me questions in harsh words. Although I can't answer them, I know that his purpose is to exercise my eloquence and make me stronger, so I don't hesitate to make me hate her at a huge price.

Although my mother is not a perfect person, her concern and love for me is undeniable. As the ending song "My All" of "Lotus Lantern" sings: She has regarded me as her whole life, and I will never pay off this huge debt to her. I can't help writing this article to praise her!

God, love without a mother is vast; Naturally, there is no mother's love and tolerance; Sunshine is not as warm as maternal love; Clouds are not as white as maternal love; Flowers are not as brilliant as maternal love. Maternal love is hot tea in winter, and maternal love is cool breeze in summer! On the occasion of Mother's Day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy holiday!

However, how much love does an inch of grass have? My mother's sixth composition in the second day of junior high school won three spring glory.

-inscription

Italian writer Dante once said: "The most beautiful voice in the world is the call of mother." This voice has been with me for thirteen years. In these thirteen years, my mother took care of me in every possible way, which moved me. But I never understood my mother's intentions. Only then did I understand her good intentions.

Open dimension door and go back to the fourth grade. It was a cloudy day. Brother Wuyun blocked Grandpa Sun with his huge body. Uncle Lightning kept flashing, and Grandpa Lei kept knocking. Mother has a sudden fever, so she can't take me to school. Before I left, my mother kept asking me to take an umbrella. I said casually, "I know, I know, I will." He hurried to school. I learned a lot at school this day. I thought it wouldn't rain, but it rained heavily. Glittering rain drops from the sky like broken beads. Gradually, it began to rain heavily. In an instant, there was already a layer of water on the ground. I watched the rain and decided to wait for a while before going home.

Gradually, the students around me left one after another. Finally, I was left with another classmate waiting for my parents at the school gate. "DuDu-"I saw a car coming towards us slowly. Another student also got on the bus slowly. I'm the only one left. I stood there alone, but my heart was like an ant on hot bricks. I'm not going to spend the night here, am I I thought to myself. Suddenly a familiar figure came slowly towards me. "It's mom." I shouted excitedly. I saw my mother coming to me and handed me an umbrella. Suddenly, a warm current surged in my heart. I quickly asked my mother, "Mom, you are still sick. Why did you send me an umbrella? " "Because I don't want you to get wet and get sick." Suddenly, I suddenly woke up and understood my mother's good intentions and her deep love for me. I love my mother.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby. If I throw it into my mother's arms, I won't enjoy happiness ... "I finally understood my mother's good intentions and everything she did to me. But I don't know if I'm lucky. Ah! Mom, I love you, I love my mother, and I love you even more.