Mother's composition in the first day of junior high school

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is my mother's composition in Grade One, which is for reference only. I hope it will help you.

Mom's composition 1 I, a person wandering on the road.

It's raining, cold and bleak, just like my heart.

Under the dim light, I remembered the scene of quarreling with my mother just now, and tears not only filled my eyes.

Maybe I was wrong, but I quarreled with my mother unconsciously. Finally, I slammed the door.

I looked up at the raindrops falling from the sky and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy. "Maybe, he was abandoned by Mother Sky like me!" "I think so.

However, I was wrong.

It is raining, and it is getting smaller and smaller. After a while, the rain stopped, and the sun emerged from the dark clouds, shining brightly and illuminating the whole world.

In a trance, I found that everything on the roadside was brand-new, and the leaves and grass gave off bright green light, which removed the pollution; The asphalt road was also polished by the rain, as if wearing new clothes; The gloom in the sky has long gone, replaced by fresh air and the faint fragrance of the soil after the rain, and the world has become vibrant and picturesque. I wonder: Is this the power of rain?

No, it's not. This is the risk of love. It is the selfless love for rain that creates this beauty. It is the deep blessing of rain to the earth that makes him willing to sacrifice himself to achieve this beauty. The power of rain is small, but the power of love is infinite. Because of love, he gave.

I can't help thinking of my mother. How much has she contributed to me in these fifteen years? From my toddler babbling to my maturity, my mother accompanied me one by one! When I met with difficulties, my mother encouraged me to forge ahead; When I failed, my mother pushed me forward. That dazzling white hair, that increasingly rickety back, are my mother's testimony to me. Time flies, and the years go round and round, and now I find out how great my mother's contribution is, and this, fate and my mother's deep love for me!

A tear slowly flowed from the corner of my eye. Yes, I was really wrong. All my mother's accusations come from her love for me. Maternal love is so great, but I broke my mother's heart. I should apologize to my mother. I will love my mother well in the future, just because I understand her efforts.

I dried my tears and walked with firm steps to a place called home.

A gorgeous rainbow appeared in the sky after the rain cleared.

Looking at the drizzle outside the window, my mother remembered that today is 20xx Mother's Day, and her heart was full of regret and emotion.

Today's Mother's Day, I forgot to greet it unprepared. Although my mother doesn't care, I know she does. Looking at her thin and lonely back, I always feel stung by something, and I hate myself for forgetting this important day. Back to the room, sitting in front of the desk, my mind came up with bits and pieces of the past: mother's smile, mother's concern, mother's denunciation. Inadvertently, my mother became old, her hair turned white and wrinkles had already existed. I want her to be young forever, but years have ruthlessly taken away her youth. Looking at the gray hair, I feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is very uncomfortable. Suddenly, I began to hate time, its relentless changes, its passing too fast and slipping away quietly, leaving me no room to catch up.

I still remember when I was a child, I always liked to hold my mother's hand and go to bed with her. Because that will make me feel at ease, as if as long as my mother is by my side, I will be safe and happy, and all happiness will surround me.

When I was young, I was used to my mother's company, because even when I was in turmoil, my mother would always help me block all this and bear the ups and downs of my life.

Over time, I am no longer the child who only knows how to hide behind his mother. I want to learn to face the storm of life alone and reassure my mother that I have the ability to grope my way forward on the road of life.

On this special Mother's Day, I learned something that books can't. My mother's love is broad and great. On the road of life, because of her company, I am no longer afraid.

Mother's first composition 3 Nature is like a kaleidoscope. She is the mother of human beings and the god who gave birth to human beings.

It was she who gave us a "pink spring, lush summer, autumn with fragrant maple and chrysanthemum, and a green and snow-white winter."

She gave us the source of life-water. It is she who feeds all the living things on the earth with her sweet milk. In this way, under her careful care, human beings have become.

In order to make human life happier, he abandoned her son tree. Let it benefit mankind and build a warm home for mankind.

In order to make human life happier, he gave his beloved daughter-Baiyun. Let her be a good nurse under the blue sky, let the gaunt sky glow with youth and show a blue smile with her white figure.

In order to make human life more substantial and valuable. Nature invited a tireless teacher for mankind:

Such as the grass in spring. Her simplicity is often not as good as those who are clean and famous. Look! She lives at the bottom of the world. She was trampled under her feet, but she never squeezed into the ranks of wonderful flowers with pride. He taught us to be a modest, tenacious and caring person.

Another example is the lotus, the teacher who came out of the mud in summer, clean and pure. She taught us to live a decent life, distinguish between love and hate, and be an upright person who knows everything from appearance.

Look again, chrysanthemums in autumn. Her devotion and romance, she never envies the delicate flowers, she is so open and loves life, and she teaches us to be an devoted person.

Look again, wintersweet. She is very strict. With her firm pride, she teaches us to bravely challenge difficulties, be a person who never gives in easily, and at the same time be a person who is more open-minded and does not compete with flowers.

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How do you feel when you see all this? She has done too much for us human beings and never wants to get anything in return. In the face of this great human mother, what did you touch right?

Let's join hands and announce to people all over the world that nature, the mother of mankind, should care for and protect nature. Let the feelings of human beings living in harmony with nature penetrate deep in their hearts! Let's close our eyes, feel the call of nature to the soul and pursue the dream of nature in our hearts!

Everyone has a temper, everyone has troubles, everyone has irrational times, and I am no exception. When I grow up, I have my own opinions on many things. When my mother and I disagree, it is often a "big war".

One day, my mother came into my room and looked at the messy bed and table. Her happy face changed 360 degrees at once. "Swallow, come here!" ""why? " While watching TV, I said crossly and walked slowly. Just arrived at the door, a "lion roar" came: "Find it yourself! I've told you hundreds of times, fold the quilt in the morning and don't throw clothes about. What's your desk, a book in the east and a pen in the west? What will others think when they read it? Ben was a little annoyed because he swept away my interest in watching TV and blurted out, "Are you bored?" I can do anything I like in my room, and others can think anything they like! "After listening to my unrepentant words, my mother became even more angry. It was a trivial matter, but it was a fierce quarrel. "Your room is yours, and you want to see it yourself? Your own place is a mess Are you comfortable? Think for yourself! "My mother understands me and knows that I am in a bad mood and lose my mind, so I won't say much.

When my mother left, I couldn't help sitting down and remembering that my mother had arranged everything for me before. It seems that I was wrong, but because I didn't want to pull my face down and apologize, I picked up the book and read it: "All the glory and pride in the world come from my mother." When I read Gorky's words, I couldn't help but understand-didn't my mother say these words for my own good? Don't you love me? Isn't this the good habit you want me to form?

"Motherly love is the greatest power in the world!" Is Mr. Mill wrong? Ah! Mom! Without the guidance of an experienced person like you, would I be a child with good habits? Ah! Mom! Without your concern, will I grow up healthily? Ah! Mom! Thank you!

Today, many years later, we children have grown up. Will we still remember the most selfless mother who gave us life? The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. In my impression, my mother has a pair of delicate and slender hands. With these hands, she led me through thirteen spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When I was a child, I played crazy with other children and rolled mud on the ground. Our bursts of laughter filled the air. At this moment, you came. I vaguely see your frowning brows, and there is some anger in your eyes. You pulled me up with broad hands and hit me hard. I wailed and tears rolled down like broken beads. In the dim light, I seem to see crystal tears dripping on your hands.

When you got home, you sincerely apologized to me and said earnestly, "Son, it's not my mother who wants to hit you. My heart hurts when I hit you. " Mom is doing it for your own good. You are dirty when you roll around in the mud pit. In this way, you are easy to get sick and mom is difficult to wash. Don't blame me, okay? "At that moment, I saw some sadness and love in your eyes. I smiled knowingly and nodded.

Time flies, I went to junior high school in a blink of an eye, and you put me in someone else's house. You said you didn't have time for me. From then on, I was very sad and couldn't concentrate on my study every day. I've been looking forward to seeing you on my way after school all day.

Another normal day, I came to the classroom and looked glumly out of the window. My brain doesn't even know what I'm thinking After the evening self-study, the sky began to rain. I resisted my hat and walked on the muddy road. Outside the school gate, a small umbrella sets off every parent's selfless love for their children. I ran out in a hurry. Suddenly, I bumped into a stranger. I'm sorry again and again. I was about to run away when I saw a faint voice coming from my ear. "son." I looked up and saw those slightly old but familiar hands. I hugged my mother excitedly. At the moment, I have too much to say.

But I didn't say anything, just quietly feeling the warmth.

At this moment, I suddenly understood that children will grow up and may never care too much about their mothers. However, the same is true of mothers. Even if the sky falls, the love in their hearts will always be with their children, forever.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." At the moment, I am reciting this little poem and feeling the pure maternal love.

In late winter and early spring, through the window, in the cold wind, a large area of Bai Mei stood quietly by the river-simple, elegant and tenacious. That faint sunshine faintly reflects plum blossoms; That faint plum, with a faint fragrance. I looked at this flower and thought of my mother.

When I was young, my mother always wore white clothes. White as a plum blossom, without a hint of luxury and coquettish, it has a unique charm in her mother. She will always iron carefully and patiently with an iron, and will not stop until there is a little wrinkle, but she will quietly appreciate this white shirt, just like enjoying a simple and exquisite handicraft. A cold wind blew and I just came to my senses. Bai Mei's petals are still pale and ordinary, but they have an elegant temperament that other flowers don't have. My mother, too, looks very simple. Like Qian Qian's mother, she is very elegant in my eyes.

Mothers in life don't flinch. It's another snowy winter and it's freezing. She took me alone, picked me up from school, worked and cooked at night. We sat in the light, and the faint light reflected our tired faces. I peeked at my mother. Ming Che's eyes were melancholy, his face was rather pale, and his body trembled in the wind. I was a little worried and asked, "Mom, what's the matter?" My mother smiled at me and simply said, "Nothing." I don't know how strong that smile was, but I was too young to see it. But it is such a person who has brought me six years of suffering. It was snowing harder and harder, but I realized that Bai Mei outside the window was experiencing the taste of heavy snow. But after the heavy snow, the plum blossom is more vigorous, and the snow is dotted with it, making it look more moving everywhere, like a slim girl standing gracefully on the branches. I suddenly remembered my mother, too. Even if the petals are blown off by the wind, I will never be bent by snow.

Mother always cleans on weekends. Although not as busy as before, I can see the busy figure never stop from room to room. No matter in the middle of winter or summer, I never complain about being tired. Sweaty forehead, frostbitten hands in cold winter ... Time is drifting away, leaving traces on mother's face. And the Bai Mei, but still there, seems to have never changed. But the beauty of flowers, how can mother's busy back and smile?

May my mother always be as simple and strong as Bai Mei in early spring. ...

Today is a happy Mother's Day. I bring my mother infinite surprises with love.

On the morning of "marching" into Shangyang Garden, we came to Shangyang Garden. I worked as a tour guide to guide the whole family to climb the mountain. At the fork in the road, I ordered our soldiers to March to the top of the mountain in two ways. I walked all the way. After I went up, my mother and grandmother didn't come up, so I waved my hat and called them, which made my mother's face red. I feel that I have grown up and can take my mother to play on Mother's Day.

Second, the supermarket "swept" down the mountain. I took out the 1 1 yuan pocket money I had accumulated for several months and said, "Mom, go to the supermarket and choose some gifts." When I came to the supermarket, I pretended to be a rich man and said, "Take whatever you want. There is plenty of money." Mother came to the handicraft counter, looked at this and that, and found that one was better than the other. Mother seems to be very picky. She looks at the cup and chooses a thermos cup. 26 yuan, how expensive! Mom put it on the counter again. Mom walks to the cashier, don't give up! Fortunately, a massager fell from the sky, and my mother wanted to get a full body massage as soon as possible, so she went to 5.5 yuan. I took one without hesitation and asked my mother to choose another gift. Mom said she wanted a permanent one, so it was just a handicraft. I think I chose handicrafts. Maybe money is limited, so I can choose them. After a while, a piggy box came into view. This little pig is chubby and golden, and it says "treasure to make money". I like all this. Mom asked for it. When charging, the toll collector said, "This mother is so happy that her son bought her a gift." I am extremely proud in my heart.

Third, the mobile phone "big beauty" went home, and I found that my mother's mobile phone chain was broken. When I got home, I took a "Little Betty" star mobile phone chain and put it on my mother. My mother looked at it and cried her mouth out. She said, "It's beautiful. Is it crystal or amber? " I said happily, "Maybe it's crystal." Today's Mother's Day is really happy. Because of giving, I am happy and bring infinite surprises to my mother.

Mom's composition 8 of the first day of junior high school is over, and I can't wait to grow a pair of wings and run home like a fly. Hungry five zang-organs temple is already making an "empty city plan"! I am in a hurry to move reinforcements immediately. "mom! Mom! " As soon as I entered the door, suddenly, a fragrance came to my nose, which made me be elated. ...

"mom! Mom! " I ran into the kitchen and saw my mother cooking my favorite mushroom chicken soup. My mother turned to me and asked, "Little baby! Are you hungry? " My mother asked me softly, and a kind of unspeakable happiness suddenly overflowed my whole body. ...

Today is my birthday. My mother said that she would cook her specialty for me to celebrate the tenth birthday of Little Beauty. She wants to make my favorite scrambled eggs with corn and chicken soup with mushrooms. My mother's cooking is better than that of a five-star hotel!

Dad said: "it is the happiness of our family for a lifetime to eat the rice and vegetables cooked by mom!" " "When my mother is cooking in the kitchen, I always see my mother smiling happily and eating every delicious food in an orderly and unhurried way.

Since kindergarten, I like watching my mother cook in the kitchen. My mother is fine. You only need to give her a cookbook, plus a pair of skillful hands and a clever mother, you can make a table of delicious food, which makes everyone feel incredible and full of praise! In my mind, my mother's major is the best in the world, and no one can do it better than her. We can eat such delicious food because of our mother's heart, because every dish is full of mother's love, so every bite is full of happiness!

The second Sunday in May is Mother's Day. On this day, my mother specially went to buy food and cooked food for us. My mother and I wandered around the vegetable market and went to the cake shop. I bought a cake of taro pudding for my mother, because I want to thank her for letting me grow up safely, so I want to help her have a happy Mother's Day! When I grow up, I will cook a series of good dishes to comfort my mother's hard work. Here, I will always thank my mother and bless her forever: "happiness!" " "

My mother is a farmer. She is too ordinary to recognize as soon as she walks into the crowd. My mother made me feel her love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.

There are two girls in my family. When my sister was born, my father felt a little hopeful. When another girl came to this home, my father was completely relieved.

When I was about 9- 10 years old, my parents had to fight once or twice a month. I don't know why I am young. When I grew up, when I was 12 years old, when my mother told me, all kinds of resentment and hatred immediately stayed in my heart forever: why am I not a boy?

Although I am not a boy, I don't blame anyone. It's not his fault that dad likes boys, it's my fault. Although I have a father who likes boys, I have a mother who loves me. Mother's love makes me feel the warmth of sunshine, the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of clear spring. I remember one time, my mother was ill and couldn't even stand up, let alone cook and do housework.

On the first day, my father came back late and my mother was hungry. I heated the rice, put it on the kang table and ate it with my mother. My mother couldn't even sit up. I helped her to lie down at once. I couldn't bear to see the illness haunting my mother and refusing to leave. I kept quiet when I saw that my mother couldn't eat.

I went to my mother and fed her. My mother saw that I was so sensible, and tears came out of her eyes. I hugged my mother. Only then did I realize how important my mother was in my life.

A few days later, my mother saw me so pitiful that she escaped from the underworld. Mom can cook, but she still can't. My mother fainted after a few steps. When I saw her, she was as weak as grass in the rain, and I cried sadly again.

A few days later, my mother stood up with tenacious will. I also showed a bright smile.

I will study hard in the future and repay my parents when I grow up. Let my father know that girls also have a tenacious side.

Ah! Mother, you are the most beautiful, greatest, noblest and most respectable mother in Shibu! ! !

10 on the first day of my mother's composition, the ancients once said: the grace of dripping water should be rewarded with a spring. Gratitude is a life attitude, a noble moral character and an ideological realm. However, the gratitude of some of us seems to be gradually disappearing, replaced by endless complaints.

We love our relatives, but complain that they are too nagging; We have made sincere friends, but complain that they are not enough friends; Living a plain and stable life, we complain that we are not rich enough. Because of complaining too much, I lost the principle of being a man. Because I complain too much, I forget gratitude and where I come from.

When it comes to where we come from, we all come from our mother's stomach. It was our mother who endured the hardships of pregnancy and childbirth in October, and we came into this world. From the first cry when we came to this world, my mother began to work endlessly for us day after day, year after year, until she died, but she had no regrets.

I remember Gorky once said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.

Yes, mother is like a glance on the wall. From the day we were born, she threw her life into our arms, and she always guarded us. It's cold, and mother will add clothes to us. When we are hungry, mother will send delicious food to our mouths. When, when. In this countless things, I realized that from the moment we landed, my mother gave us everything.

I am grateful for giving birth to my mother, because she let me experience the joy of life; I am grateful to my mother who raised me, because she kept me growing; I am grateful to my mother because she gave me warmth.

Mom, mom, mom, these are all moms. It was my mother who taught me gratitude, gave me life and raised me to grow up healthily. We should be grateful for the gift of this life and pay without regrets.

So I am grateful to my mother!