My mother profile essay

1. Essay describing mother from the side

My mother has short black hair, eyebrows, big eyes and a medium-sized mouth. There is a pair of glasses on the high bridge of his nose.

My mother is not only dedicated to her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother knitting clothes for me Happy with learning and progress. I usually live at my grandma's house and can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays.

Every Sunday after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and works with me to revise the wrong sentences with concentration. After correcting the composition, my mother found some similar compositions for me. While reading, she explained to me what parts of this composition were worth learning, and combined with my composition, what parts were well written and what parts were not well written. .

My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, there was heavy snowfall in the sky. After a while, the whole city turned into a sea of ??snow, a paradise of snow, and a world of snow.

That day, my baby teeth hadn’t fallen out yet, but my permanent teeth had grown in. My mother insisted on taking me to have my baby teeth pulled out. I didn’t want to go because I was afraid of the pain, so I still After struggling with my mother for a long time, my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I didn’t talk to my mother and even hit her with snowballs.

I thought: My mother is so unkind. Why did she have to let me come out to extract my teeth in such a cold weather? If you don't pull it out, it will fall off on its own. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out the baby teeth. I didn't feel any pain at all.

Later, I learned about my mother’s painstaking efforts. My mother said: "Only when the movable deciduous teeth are pulled out can the permanent teeth grow neatly. If the movable deciduous teeth are not pulled out, the new permanent teeth will grow crookedly, and the smile will not look good again!" Sure enough, this is true, because next to me The deciduous teeth in the middle row were all extracted, so the permanent teeth that came in were very neat, and I was free from restraint when I smiled, and I was very happy.

Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth. Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you comfort in the harsh winter Create warm sunshine in it. The love my mother gave me is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. 2. Write an essay about your mother, using 200 words of profile description.

Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother. My mother is different. She caresses you in a special way, so I also admire her very much. I remember when I was 8 years old, my mother and I went shopping. I fell down on the street and started crying desperately. When my mother saw me still crying on the ground, she stepped forward and kicked me without any hesitation. If you say you are crying, I won’t want you. I stopped crying immediately and my mood suddenly improved. I understand a truth, never cry when you encounter difficult things. Crying will not solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will definitely be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of emotion, mother, I understand your suffering. I love you, mother

There is a sentence buried in a hidden corner of my memory. It is a very small word. Although it is short, it will be unforgettable for me forever.

In the second grade of elementary school, some classmates and I would always quarrel over trivial matters. We would get red-faced every time and would often have cold wars.

After my mother found out, she didn’t say anything.

Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand. Bright red blood came out of Bai's arm. I quickly got medicine and helped my mother wrap up her bleeding hands.

The mother still said nothing, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said: "How great it would be if you and your classmates could do this!"

I began to refute.

My mother waited for me to finish speaking, and after I calmed down, she said to me calmly: "I believe that you need to be tolerant to get along with others." Then she walked out of the house quietly and closed the door for me. .

I thought about it for a long time that night. And the person I am now has changed a lot precisely because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world, and maternal love is spread in every corner of the world. Maternal love is selfless and silent. 3. A 600-word essay describing the image of mother from the side

Mom’s hands

In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, and dexterous hands. , however, what I write is my mother’s hard-working hands. Her hands are not very big, and long-term labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands.

When the rooster crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. As noon approached, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch.

In the afternoon, her hands were at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the bright moon hangs high, my mother's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mother's hands are at work all the time.

Mother’s hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon when the weather was relatively cold. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night and the weather was getting colder. My hands were shaking and I didn’t dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly. At this time, my mother walked up to me and said to me with concern: "Are you cold?" I gently put my hand between hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally completed my homework seriously.

I remember there was another morning in the middle of winter when the weather was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit with my feet. I finally got my feet out, but the boots were filled with lime. "We can't wear them anymore." I took off my leather boots decisively and was about to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with a best-of-both-worlds solution: hide the leather boots in the crack of the door and wait until the weather gets warmer before washing them. The next day, when the weather got a little warmer, I went to wash

my leather boots. But there was no sign of leather boots in the crack of the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. As soon as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Isn't this the sound of mother's hands at work? I followed the sound and found my mother in the patio. She was washing my leather boots. Her hands were red from the cold and had several cracks. Although it was cold, a few crystal beads of sweat still fell from my mother's cheeks. I walked up to her, took the brush for cleaning the leather boots, and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mom said with concern She said, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused, but she had already taken away the leather boots and the brush. In the end, my mother washed it. After she finished washing, she baked the leather boots meticulously. When I put them on again, my eyes were blurred by tears.

Ah! I want to praise, praise my mother’s hands, and even more, I want to praise you, mother. 4. Essay describing mother from the side

My mother has short black hair, willow eyebrows, and big eyes. He has a medium-sized mouth and a pair of glasses on the high bridge of his nose. My mother is not only dedicated to her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother who was happy for my study and progress.

I usually live at my grandma’s house and can only see my mother on Saturdays and Sundays. Every Sunday after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and works with me to revise the wrong sentences with concentration. After correcting the composition, my mother found some similar compositions for me. While reading, she explained to me what parts of this composition were worth learning, and combined with my composition, what parts were well written and what parts were not well written. . My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, there was heavy goose feather snow in the sky. After a while, the whole city turned into a sea of ??snow, a paradise of snow, and a world of snow. That day, my baby teeth hadn’t fallen out yet, but my permanent teeth had grown in. My mother insisted on taking me to have my baby teeth extracted. I didn’t want to go because I was afraid of the pain. I struggled with my mother for a long time, but my mother finally forced me to go. Walk to the hospital. Along the way, I didn’t talk to my mother and even hit her with snowballs. I thought to myself: Mom is so unkind, why did she have to let me come out to extract my teeth in such a cold weather? If you don't pull it out, it will fall off on its own. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out the baby teeth. I didn't feel any pain at all. Later, I learned about my mother’s painstaking efforts. My mother said: "Only when the movable deciduous teeth are pulled out can the permanent teeth grow neatly. If the movable deciduous teeth are not pulled out, the new permanent teeth will grow crookedly, and the smile will not look good again!" Sure enough, this is true, because next to me The deciduous teeth in the middle row were all extracted, so the permanent teeth that came in were very neat, and I was free from restraint when I smiled, and I was very happy. Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth.

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you comfort in the harsh winter Create warm sunshine in it.

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. 5. Composition on a hard-working mother (with front and side descriptions) 600 words

My mother is of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with black hair as smooth as silk, and a face with melon seeds. Underneath the eyebrows like willow leaves are a pair of bright eyes, a small and exquisite nose, and a small cherry mouth.

People say people with cherry mouths sing better. Although my mother has cherry mouths, her singing is always out of tune and eight horses can't pull her back. It's really ugly. She is tone-deaf.

My mother is very kind. When walking on the road, she doesn’t know if someone is a liar or if they really need help. She will generously give them food, clothing, supplies, and sometimes money.

During the 512 Sichuan earthquake, I shed tears every day while watching TV, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She even said she wanted to adopt an orphan as her child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screams in fright when she sees a caterpillar. My father is not at home, so she runs to a hotel to stay. There is really nothing I can do to her.

My mother loves beauty. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive leather bags, and exquisite shoes. The night before, she will be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, what kind of shoes, and matching combinations she will wear the next day. What kind of bag, so she always walks out so beautiful. However, she recently had a few spots on her face. She kept smearing them in front of the mirror every morning and night, and kept saying: "Spots, spots, please disappear quickly!" , so funny and pitiful.

My mother loves to hear praises and wants us to praise her delicious food every day. If we forget, she will say unhappily: "I won't cook for you next time." "So now my father and I have to praise our meal every day before we start eating. Another time, my mother and I dressed up as mother and daughter to play badminton.

An old man asked: "Are you sisters?" My mother cheerfully replied: "No, we are mother and daughter." From then on, my mother often used this matter to show off her youth and beauty.

My mother works at the Power Supply Bureau. She is serious and responsible at work. She was named one of the "Top Ten Outstanding Service Stars" last year! This is my mother, a beautiful, young, hard-working mother. 6. A 200-word essay on my mother using profile description

My mother has short black hair, eyebrows, big eyes and a medium-sized mouth. She is tall. There is a pair of glasses on the bridge of my nose. My mother is not only dedicated to work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, it was my mother who was happy for my study progress.

I usually live at my grandma's house, only on Saturdays. I can only see my mother on Sundays. Every Sunday after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and works with me to modify the wrong sentences. After correcting the composition, my mother finds some similar compositions for me. While reading, explain to me what parts of this composition are worth learning, and combined with my composition, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. Care.

I remember one day, heavy snowflakes were falling in the sky. After a while, the whole city turned into a sea of ??snow, a paradise of snow, and a world of snow. That day, my baby teeth had not fallen out yet. , the permanent teeth have grown in, and my mother insisted on taking me to have the baby teeth extracted. I didn’t want to go because I was afraid of the pain. I struggled with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I I never talked to my mother, and even hit her with snowballs. I thought to myself: Mom is so unkind, why did she have to let me come out to extract my teeth in such a cold weather? If you don't pull it out, it will fall out on its own. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out the baby tooth. I didn't feel any pain at all. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mom said: "Pull it out." Only the movable deciduous teeth can make the permanent teeth grow neatly. If the movable deciduous teeth are not removed, the new permanent teeth will grow crookedly, which will make your smile look ugly!" Sure enough, this is true, because the deciduous teeth in the middle of my lower row will grow crookedly. They were all extracted, so the permanent teeth that have grown in are very neat, and I am not restrained when I smile, and I am very happy. Mother, what a word that is admired by children all over the world; maternal love, how like a peaceful harbor that nurtures us to grow up.

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return.

Maternal love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing in your heart; Mother's love is like a continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and nourishing your heart; mother's love is like a furnace in winter, creating heart-warming sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

What my mother gave me Love is real, simple, strict, and sometimes a little poetic. 7. My mother's 500-word essay (side illustration)

When you were very young, they spent a lot of time teaching you to use spoons and chopsticks. Eat, teach you to wear clothes, tie shoelaces, button buttons, teach you how to wash your face, teach you how to be a human being...

The greatest kindness in the world is the nurturing kindness of your parents. It is worthy of us to cherish it with our lives, to be grateful with a sincere heart, and to repay our kindness with practical actions.

I remember a stormy night, with heavy raindrops pattering against the window. That night, I suddenly started to tremble and tremble all over. I woke up my sleeping mother. My mother took out the thermometer and saw that it was over 39 degrees. At this time, I panicked and woke up my father quickly. My father went to the kitchen to get antipyretic medicine and water. After I took it, I lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

After I woke up, I opened my eyes and found that my parents were still guarding me. I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

I really thank God for allowing me to be reborn in my parents’ home. Without the most profound and selfless love of my parents, who poured all their true love and all their emotions into me without caring about their own labor and hardship, how could I have written the words of gratitude I have today? Narrative.

Gratitude is a way, and gratitude is a state. Only by learning to be grateful can you gain the respect and love of others.

The wind chimes in the wind rang again, seeming to be playing a song of gratitude, thanking your parents for their nagging / because they are to save you from taking detours / thanking your parents for their encouragement / because they are to eliminate The obstacles in your path/Thank you for your parents’ rebuke/Because they are to promote your wisdom/Thank you for everything your parents have given us, let us cherish it with our lives and care for it with a grateful heart.

Let us take action, bit by bit, to be grateful to our parents! Mother's love is like a peaceful harbor that nurtures our growth. Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without expecting anything in return. Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like the furnace in winter, giving you a heart-warming sunshine in the harsh winter. .

What is maternal love? Maternal love is our mother’s nagging about the little things in our lives.

It is the strict requirements for us in the process of learning and growing up. She is happier than you when you win the award. , she is more anxious than you when her grades fall, she picks all the meat for you when eating, and the only umbrella will definitely cover your head when it rains. Mom is so great and selfless, so considerate, and so magnanimous. No matter how big a mistake you make, the door home is always open to you. When we have mother's love, we often don't know how to cherish it. We don't feel good about our mother. We feel that we should be kind to us. However, we keep our mother's "beating" and "scold" in our hearts and hold a grudge. We don't understand that beating and scolding are also harmful. Another way to express maternal love. 8. Composition about mother Profile description

Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother, but my mother is different. She caresses you in a special way, so I admire her very much.

I remember when I was 8 years old, my mother and I went shopping. I fell down on the street, and I cried desperately. When my mother saw me still crying on the ground, she came up without any melancholy. He kicked me in front of me and told me that if you were crying I wouldn't want you anymore. I stopped crying immediately and my mood suddenly improved. I understand a truth, never cry when you encounter difficult things. Crying will not solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will definitely be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of emotion, mother, I understand your suffering.

Mother, I love you. There is a sentence buried in a hidden corner of my memory. It is a very small word. Although it is short, it will be unforgettable for me forever. In the second grade of elementary school, some classmates and I would always quarrel over trivial matters. We would get red-faced every time and would often have cold wars.

After my mother found out, she didn’t say anything. Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand.

Bright red blood came out of Bai's arm. I quickly got medicine and helped my mother wrap up her bleeding hands.

The mother still said nothing, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "How great it would be if you and your classmates could do this!" I started to refute.

My mother waited for me to finish speaking, and after I calmed down, she said to me calmly: "I believe that you need to be tolerant to get along with others." Then she walked out of the house quietly and closed the door for me. .

I thought about it for a long time that night. And the person I am now has changed a lot precisely because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world, and maternal love is spread in every corner of the world. Maternal love is selfless and silent. 9. Please write a 400-word essay "Beautiful Mother" that uses profile description

Although my mother is thirty-four years old, the years still leave no trace on her face.

My mother often wears a golden ponytail. Under her thin and long eyebrows, a sweet smile can always be seen in her big, bright and watery eyes. , her thin cherry-like lips could never cover the teeth that wanted to come out for air. My mother is short but slender and looks beautiful in any dress. This is my mother.

During a winter vacation when I was in elementary school, I was at home, lying on the bed with half-closed eyes thinking about something, while my younger brother was fighting on the computer, and my father went to work early in the morning. Mom was about to go out to do errands, but saw that grandma hadn't gotten up yet. Because grandma always got up very early, mom couldn't help but feel doubtful.

I went to turn the door lock, but the door was locked. My mother was very anxious and shouted loudly: "Mom, Mom, are you awake? Mom, Mom!..." Mom The sound of the sound completely woke me up, who was half awake. When I was wondering, my mother immediately rummaged through the drawer in the bedroom as if stepping on oil. I saw my mother picked up a bunch of keys and went out again.

I also followed over. My mother picked up one of the keys and opened grandma's door while calling her father: "Hey, husband? Come home quickly. Something happened to our mother. Hurry up!" Mom said She opened the door with an anxious face, only to see grandma lying on the bed pale and feeble. Mom was busy calling her aunts, pushing grandma at the same time: "Mom, Mom, wake up quickly..." After a while, dad came. Dad put grandma on his back in the car, while mom took care of grandma from behind. A few weeks later, grandma was finally discharged from the hospital.

The neighbors said: "If it weren't for your mother, your grandma would be dead." Yes, if it weren't for your mother who always cared about your grandma, maybe your grandma would have died. The neighbors all praised her mother for "she does good things" So beautiful”! This is my mother, a mother who always cares about others. I love my beautiful mother.