The warm story of my mother and me 200

(1) I want a story about maternal love (about 200 words).

The power of maternal love

A young mother has been in bed for a long time because of leukemia, and her body and mind are getting more and more tired. Knowing that there were not many days left for her, she tried to knit a sweater for her daughter when the doctors and nurses were not looking. After the sweater is knitted, it is hidden under the pillow, and people also enter a semi-coma state. Later, she vaguely heard the nurse's comments and knew that she would be away from her relatives in three days, and her heart was very calm.

The next day, I suddenly heard drums outside the ward and asked my husband who was guarding the bed. Her husband had to tell her that it was Children's Day in two days and the students were practicing. The young mother gnashed her teeth and said, "I must live through Children's Day. June 1 I can't die. Otherwise, every Children's Day, can my daughter be happy when she thinks about losing her mother that day? " Sure enough, the young mother was in a semi-coma to cope with death. From time to time, she opened her eyes slightly and asked, What time is it? Finally, on June 2, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I want to say goodbye to you." Then he pointed under the pillow and left with a smile.

Blood milk

The young mother was knitting a sweater in a warm home, while gently fiddling with the cradle with her feet, and the children in the cradle fell asleep sweetly. Suddenly an earthquake happened, and mother and son fell into the ruins and darkness together. Fortunately, neither the mother nor the son was injured. The mother held the child tightly in her arms and waited for a day's help. The child ate the last two drops of milk in his mother's breast, and his crying gradually weakened. If not rescued, the child will die of thirst before his mother, and will go to despair, grasping his mother's hand and trying to get food from reinforced concrete. Suddenly, her hand touched the knitting needle and she was ecstatic: the child was saved.

A week later, the mother and son finally saw the light of day again. The child was safe and sound, but the mother closed her eyes forever and turned pale. People were surprised to find that the mother had a small hole in each finger, and the child survived by sucking her blood.

This is a true story, which happened in Tangshan in that year's earthquake.

(2) My mother's short story (short story)

My little story with my mother.

My mother is very tall. Her eyes are big and bright, and sometimes she wears a pair of answering glasses. She looks very gentle and delicate. But when she doesn't wear glasses, that's my favorite look.

My mother is very gentle. She always speaks softly, for fear of scaring others. My mother loves me very much. When I am sick, she will patiently coax me to take medicine. When I get the results, she will share the joy with me; When I sometimes do something wrong, she will tell me something I don't understand; When I encounter difficulties in my study, she will explain them carefully for me.

My mother has done a lot for me, and there is one thing I will never forget: one day after school, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. I didn't bring rain gear, so I was stuck at the school gate. I'm anxious. How can I get home? Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure came up to me with an umbrella. I looked intently: it's mom! My mother's trousers and shoes are wet because she ran in a hurry. I ran to my mother's umbrella. My mother is worried that my clothes and schoolbag will get wet. She handed me the umbrella. When she was caught in the rain, she took off a coat to keep out the rain. When I got home, I was very upset to see my mother shivering with cold.

Motherly love is really priceless. I will care and love my mother more and understand her in the future.

Mom's story composition is 200 words in a hurry.

One winter, I was playing downstairs and accidentally fell down, covered in mud. At that time, I hurried home to wash this dirty suit. However, how cold the water should be on such a cold day! I hid my dirty clothes when my mother was still at work.

In the evening, I was doing my homework at my desk when suddenly a voice of "Chen Wenjing" came into my ears, very clear and rhythmic. I walked over and saw my mother squatting in the bathroom to wash clothes. Isn't that the dress I hid? Watching my mother go up and down, back and forth, I feel ashamed and crowded.

How cold it is! The howling north wind blew in through the screen window, and I couldn't help shivering. I saw my mother's soap slip from her hand. She picked it up several times in a row and didn't pick it up. Every time it slipped from her hand, I ran to pick up the soap and handed it to my mother. I saw my mother's hands were red and purple with cold. I touched them gently. Those wet hands are as cold as ice, and my heart is as cold as an ice room.

At night, I lie in bed and can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes, I seem to see my mother's hands shaking constantly: these are the hands that wash clothes with cold water, the hands that carry baskets to buy food for work, the hands that cook and cook at night, and the hands that sew at night. ...

Mom! You have worked hard!

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Do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world? Let me tell you, that is maternal love, because maternal love is the most precious thing in the world, and it can't be bought with money. I once heard a story that a cow was not afraid of all difficulties in order to get a pot of water. No matter how people whipped it and beat it, it stood there firmly without saying a word. Finally, the hungry cow left the hard-earned water to the calf. What a touching story! Therefore, maternal love is great. I remember one time, my mother knitted me a "love" sweater!

One morning that winter, it was very cold. I went shopping with my mother. Passing a fashion clothing store. Through the window, I saw a very beautiful sweater, which was worn on the model. If only it were on me! I really wanted to buy it, so I begged my mother. My mother walked into the shop, carefully picked up the price list and said to me gently, "This sweater is too expensive. I'll knit you one when I get home I am a good craftsman! " As soon as I got home, I saw my mother pick up the adventure she bought on the way back and start knitting. I also turned on the TV with peace of mind and watched it with relish.

In the evening, it's time to eat. Dad said, "Come and have dinner! Today's meal is really delicious! " I hurried to wash my hands and came to the table. "Wow, there are curry potatoes, chicken wings and Luo Songtang!" I also asked my mother to come over for dinner. My mother said, "I'm busy knitting you a sweater. I must finish it tomorrow. It will be colder tomorrow. I must put on a new sweater for you. You eat first, I'll eat later! " "After a while, my mother began to eat. I found that she simply took a few bites and knitted me a sweater. It was late at night, and she was still knitting a sweater under the lamp. ...

The next morning, when I woke up, I found a brand-new sweater on the bed. I quickly put it on in front of my mother. Ah, there is a special smell on it. My mother said that this is the smell of love. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes and rough hands, suddenly, I was moved …

In the days to come, my mother gave me more love. A child with a mother is happy. When I grow up, I must repay my mother with excellent results. Now I must study harder.

My parents and I wrote 200 words in a warm moment.

Once, my mother met me at the bus stop, but it rained heavily and I couldn't walk.

At that time, the rain poured down like recycled water, and I couldn't see the raindrops clearly. The rain kept falling, and the rain fell on the road, forming a stream that flowed like a river.

Although my mother and I stood under the publicity column with a big umbrella, it kept raining and our clothes were soaked. Standing in the wind and rain, I feel cold.

Because my mother didn't drive that day, we had to take a taxi. When I saw taxis passing by, but none of them were empty, I was really worried.

Just when I was about to despair, a beautiful silver-gray car slowly stopped in front of us. The window of this car rolled down, and a kind uncle said to us, "Please take my car."

My mother and I were very grateful, so we got on the bus. Suddenly, I felt a lot of warmth. But it seems that the heavy rain still won't let us go, even though we have got into the car. It's raining harder, and I can't even see what's outside the car. Only when the wiper keeps wiping can we barely see the road. But all this didn't scare me. The car that separated us in the heavy rain moved me very much.

Later, I learned that this uncle actually took a long detour for our convenience and embarked on a road that took a lot of time. How touching! Convenient and helpful to others is really true love everywhere in the world!

⑤ A 200-word fragment of A Thing between My Parents and Me.

On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow, and the ground was particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I was afraid of slipping. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.

Write a short story about me and my mother.

I always feel that my mother is talkative and knows that it is good for me and cares about me. Motherly love is the most selfless love in the world, but when my mother's words are opened, I still can't help secretly frowning. God, if my mother doesn't repeat the same thing all day, she must be the kindest, most caring and greatest mother in the world! But that day, my mother's words deeply touched me.

It was a Sunday, and I naturally lay in bed and slept late. This is a rare day off. It's past eleven noon. Actually, I woke up early and knew it was time to get up, but I was waiting for my mother to wake me up. This has become a habit. Sure enough, my mother's loud voice came from the kitchen: "XX, get up, the meal is ready, and then sleep after eating." I was deeply moved by this ordinary sentence. How can my mother be so kind and great? I suddenly found myself really unfilial, so dependent on my mother, and her selfless dedication, I even think my mother is the greatest mother in the world. At this moment, I deeply realized that my mother is the greatest mother in the world, and I even had an idea that I could even stand in front of my mother if necessary one day. I died for my mother. I ran into the kitchen with a runny nose and tears. My mother was shocked when she saw it. I hugged her and kissed her and said to her, "Mom, you are the best mother in the world, and I will be filial to you." Yes, although this is the only thing I can do at present, I will be an obedient girl and a diligent, considerate and filial daughter in the future, because one day I will.

⑦ Look at the picture and write a warm story between you and your mother in Grade One.

I have a caring mother. She has eyes as bright as a black gem, thick eyebrows and a high nose. ...

My mother is very kind to me. She will buy me almost everything I want except useless things. Next, I will tell you a story that my mother cares about me! Be sure to listen carefully

I remember once, when I was playing with my neighbor, I suddenly fell down, which made my leg hurt again. My mother saw it and sent me to the hospital quickly. After the doctor's clairvoyant judgment, I want to sew a needle. Because my wound is too big and deep. When I hear the word sewing, I feel like I lost my soul. I started sewing, and I held my mother's hand tightly. Mother said: don't be afraid, it won't hurt for a while. I have no choice but to say yes. The needles went into my flesh one by one, and I was in pain at that time. I secretly saw my mother crying, and suddenly I stopped crying. My mother quickly wiped her tears. My wound is getting better and I can walk. Mother smiled and let all her teeth bask in the sun.

This is my mother.

Ending with Mother's Warm Story Composition 200.

From birth to now, there is a person who has been caring for me and taking care of me, and that is my mother. My mother gave me a lot of love and warmth.

I remember one year, it was very cold and it was snowing heavily outside. It happened to be my birthday. I know in my heart that my mother will never forget it.

I still remember my birthday, so I'm going to test what my mother prepared for me, so that I can be psychologically prepared.

I walked up to my mother and said, "Mom, do you know what day it is today?" Mother casually said, "I know, I know." Hearing this sentence, I am secretly happy: mom didn't forget my birthday, great, great, mom didn't forget my birthday! I thought and laughed. "What are you smirking about? There is a solar term today-heavy snow. Put on more clothes and don't catch cold. " Mother said while cutting vegetables, "huh?" Mom, that's not what I asked you. "I said." Then what do you ask? "Mom said with a puzzled face." I'll give you a hint. I was born in winter. "I looked at my mother and said. Mom gave me a look and said, "I still don't know what you are talking about." Go away, I want to cook! " "Hearing this, I was very angry and shouted at my mother," Today is my birthday, and you forgot it, huh! " I ignore you! "Say that finish, I angrily returned to the room and closed the door.

After a while, my anger gradually subsided and I was going to apologize to my mother, but I searched the whole house and couldn't find my mother. I ran over and asked my father, "Dad, where's mom?" Dad said to me, "Mom is out." "It's so cold outside, my mother is still outside. You are really, why don't you persuade your mother? " I said angrily.

Then I ran to my room and sat on the bed waiting for my mother. After a while, it was almost evening, and my mother had not come back yet. I'm starting to worry. At this moment, there was a knock at the door. I know that must be my mother. I quickly opened the door and saw that it was my mother. I saw my mother's face and hands flushed with cold and holding a cake in her hand. So my mother went to buy me a cake. Before I could speak, my mother said, "Happy birthday! Daughter, this is my birthday present for you. Let's eat together later. " Hearing this sentence, I don't know what to say at the moment. I opened the cake box according to my mother's words. When I opened the box, my eyes lit up. There is a line on the cake: Happy Birthday! I was very moved when I saw this line. We got together, and with the singing of my parents, I made a wish. At the moment when the candle was blown out, tears unconsciously flowed out from behind the cheeks. Although it was very cold that night, our family didn't feel anything. Only warmth surrounds every corner of my home, and only happiness surrounds us.

Mom, you made me feel selfless maternal love, thank you!

Pet-name ruby what touching story between my mother and me, don't write celebrities, just briefly introduce the plot, about 200 words!

* * * The real thing, without a long story, may be a very small thing will be very touching, just like the back of Zhu Ziqing's father.

Take part in the role model story of my mother and me.

Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth.

Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.

Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?

The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.

In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.

Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath.

Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she rushed to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad.

Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet.

But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

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.

Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."