Sixth grade composition

Mother is still a child in my eyes. She is afraid of the dark and dare not sleep alone at home. For example, when Dad was not at home that day, she called my cell phone and told me to go home early. I said, go to sleep first. She said piteously, you won't let me sleep alone, will you? I'm scared. She also does housework, but she gets tired after being busy for a while. When I was at a friend's house, I saw my mother standing on the windowsill, busy cleaning the glass. I found that my mother had never done such a thing. My mother has a bad temper and poor restraint. When she is unhappy, she will knock on my doors and windows. I don't know how many times I've bothered her since I was a child. She threw potatoes, loofah, hair gel bottle, comb, bench, mop and kitchen knife at me. Then she will scream in a loud voice: Why should I raise you to bother me when you grow up? One day I will be forced to die by you, and you will regret it when I die ... I will be able to recite her words fluently when I am about 12 years old. Whenever she said this, I felt that I was unlikely to force her to death, but it was not easy for me to live safely under her knife, gun and stick. Fortunately, she never won when she threw a knife at me, otherwise I would really die.

Mom is venting. She is emotional like a child. Everything can only be expressed in the simplest and most elementary way. The next day, as if nothing had happened, she prepared breakfast for me early in the morning, as if the storm the night before was a dream. I can understand my mother. Although I hate her deformed face full of gunpowder, my mother loves me the most in the world, which I have understood since I was a child.

My mother is very beautiful. I didn't say that. I have heard such comments from my classmates since I was a child, and now even my colleagues say so. My figure and appearance are not worthy of her, which is a genetic error. But I'm actually forgetting the beauty of her youth. What I saw was her charming figure. When I opened the old photo album, I was amazed at the ability of time to make people old. The young mother is white, tall, sweet and quiet. When she smiles, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, which reminds me of soft daffodils or graceful lotus flowers.

Anyone who looks at Lao Zhang's black-and-white photos will be amazed, and his smile will be concentrated in his eyes, as if he were longing or immersed in satisfaction. I seem to see the white paper in the girl's heart waiting for the most beautiful picture. The girl picked up something and met someone. He is my father.

(2)

Dad was very graceful when he was young, and he was proficient in piano, chess, painting and calligraphy. At first, my father taught my mother that group of girls played badminton, so in the long run, my father had the pursuit of action. Mom is thinking, this man is simple and honest, his parents are old revolutionaries, and he is a little gifted and considerate to himself, so let him be. My mother set the tone with a hammer. This relationship lasted for four years, and my mother put on a wedding dress.

The sweetness of newly-married life soon passed, and mother, a child who knows nothing, developed in the direction of housewife. She is really talented and can cook delicious meals in a short time, even surpassing my grandmother. But dad soon exposed a big shortcoming-no sense of responsibility for the family. He lives a free life, playing ball games, playing chess and drinking with friends, often neglecting his home and mother. Mom is a little depressed. She decided to have a child, and that was me. But my father couldn't take care of her when I was sleeping in her belly. Grandma loves her mother dearly and moved to my house to be a full-time nanny. That winter afternoon, I was born with cheers. My mother was full of joy after the pain, but I couldn't find my father at that time. Whose house is he playing chess in?

I began to grow up, which is inseparable from my mother's hard work. At the end of the Cultural Revolution that year, the university system was restored. Father concentrates on his studies, and everything in the family is run by my mother and grandmother. I still remember that every afternoon, after my grandmother cooked dinner, she took me to the station to pick up my mother who came home from work, and then the three of them went home happily. What my father remembers most is probably the quarrel and fight with my mother.

When I was a child, I was smart, lively and lovely, and I was very loved by my elders. My mother devoted all her love and hoped that I would grow up. Unfortunately, I have no perseverance in learning anything, and often give up halfway in those art classes. She doesn't indulge children either, which I just realized recently. For example, just a few days ago, she saw a two-year-old girl upstairs crying and clamoring for her mother to eat snacks. Her mother shouted: What do you want to eat? It's outrageous not to listen to her mother at all. The child was too scared to cry and looked at her with frightened little eyes. I was amused. The baby usually calls her grandma. Does she need to be so fierce? She probably yelled at me like this all her childhood. I asked, did I eat what I saw when I was a child? She said, don't do this, you never do it. I think I'm fucking precocious. I have known since I was a child that willfulness has no good result. But I was scolded by my strict mother since I was a child.

Dad has been ignoring this family, and their relationship is getting more and more tense. Every time a family of three goes out, they make a scene in the park and then go home in two teams. At the age of 9, they began to divorce. I have witnessed too many quarrels between them. Although no one asked me if I was against it, I was not against it at all. I think they are divorced, so they don't have to live together. I know my mother set a date, and I, she and grandma disappeared into our house together and moved everything away. A few days before preparation, I secretly cried three times while no one was at home, holding my father's clothes. Although my father has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, the kind of affection thicker than blood in his bones still makes me attached to him.

I did well. I don't care. I'm happy. Who says children whose parents are divorced will be taken back? I transferred to another school and changed my name. At school, I am a lively little princess. At home, I didn't mention the word dad, as if nothing had happened. I subconsciously feel that if I am sad, she will be sad. The old house has been demolished and I don't know where my father lives. Two months later, my parents went to apply for the demolition permit together. I held my father in one hand and my mother in the other. Long-lost feeling, very happy and satisfied. We went shopping and my father bought a pair of leather shoes for my mother. They are boat-shaped, pointed, with pointed heels behind them, shiny pearlescent leather and a sapphire in front, which is the most beautiful pair of all my mother's shoes I have ever seen. I think it really suits her. They also bought me a flying pigeon brand 24 women's bicycle, and I like it very much. It seems that while it was still late, we went to the park and had dinner in the snack bar. Dad takes us home when I am sleepy. I slept soundly that night. I think they will make up soon. There's no need.-divorce.

As it turned out, it was a dead end, and my parents did not hesitate to get the divorce certificate. Mother's pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and her temper is getting worse and worse. In this family, we all depend on our mother's salary. I accompanied my mother to buy food and cook, and pushed the gas tank back from the factory with her 28-type bicycle. I often take the initiative to help her ask colleagues to play mahjong. I want to see her smile. But I hate listening to her nagging about my father's bad. Every time I speak for my father, she will say coldly: Your father doesn't want you again! If he wants you, you're already with him. I especially hate it when she says that. As soon as she said it, I hid from crying. She later said it for more than ten years.

(3)

One night, there was a storm. Grandma moved to her aunt's house, and mom went to her relatives' house and hasn't come back yet. I waited for her at my neighbor's house. It is too late. I sleep in my neighbor's daughter's bed. The more I think about it, the more I worry about my mother. I'm anxious. Will mom die? 10 years old, I started thinking like this, and then I was scared to cry. It was the first time that I really felt the fear of death, and even thought that if my mother died, I would reunite with her in that place a long time later. Later, my mother came back safely, and I held her and cried. This is the only time I have expressed my feelings for my mother so directly.

Later, an uncle often came to help at home. He is his mother's colleague. He is not good at words, but he is honest. My household lamp and water pipe are broken, and he can fix them soon. Later, when my house broke down, he would come to play. He doesn't have a good relationship with his wife, but he is just a good colleague with his mother. We don't think there is anything unusual. Later, he also divorced, but he and his mother were just good colleagues. He's a bit of a Mu Na. He only knows what's good for my mother. Over time, my mother was still a little moved. Then, he went to Shenzhen to work to make money.

When I was in junior high school, the demolished house was completed and my family moved back to the newly built house. My uncle gave up his stable job in Shenzhen and wanted to come back and reunite with his mother. It seems that everything has started all over again. There was a smile on my mother's face, and the more she smiled, the sweeter she became. I soon realized that this smile was not for my uncle. I found another uncle. Another uncle's surname is Lin. I call him Uncle Lin. He was my mother's former primary school classmate. They stayed in the country for several years when they jumped the queue together. In my imagination, they have a vague and naive feeling peculiar to that era. Later, when I returned to the city, I missed a batch and accidentally lost contact. Twenty years later, by chance, Uncle Lin invited several of his good friends and introduced them to his mother. Soon, her mother began to be active in their circle.

Uncle Lin now has a small career and is showing the taste of a middle-aged man. His language is humorous, he knows his mood, and he dresses well. What is even more surprising is that he is also in a tense relationship between husband and wife and will leave sooner or later. Mother's behavior is still dignified, gentle and approachable, which is her consistent attitude towards people she doesn't know very well. You can't imagine how terrible her temper is. Uncle Lin often visits, sometimes with many people and sometimes alone. One day the three of us played poker at home for a while, and I fell asleep in bed. I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up. Secretly opened my eyes and saw Uncle Lin and my mother sitting beside my bed with cards. I held my breath and didn't want them to find out that I was awake and wanted to eavesdrop on what they said. Uncle Lin seems to be saying to his mother: I will tell your fortune and settle accounts for you ... I really don't remember clearly, but I clearly see Uncle Lin and his mother sitting side by side, and his right hand sticking out from behind his mother and putting it on the bed, as if trying to hold her waist. I wanted to get up and take his hand away, but I didn't. I continue to observe their words and deeds. But not long after Uncle Lin went out, his mother sent him downstairs and came back alone.

I can see that my mother thinks differently about him, but I don't like him very much. Although he bought me an expensive walkman, I always thought he was frivolous and incredible. Compared with my former uncle, he made me feel more at ease.

My mother verbally hurt me again. What she said when she lost her temper was basically unthinking. How vicious? What did she say? As soon as I arranged everything, I decided to stay with my father first. He refused to take care of me, so I took care of myself. When he left, my uncle came. He sat on the sofa and said nothing. I looked at him carefully and found that he had cried and his eyes were red. Grandma sat opposite him and said nothing. They should be waiting for my mother to come back. Where's mom? I think she should be with Uncle Lin. I am most afraid of seeing a man with red eyes. I feel sad. My uncle is a good man, although he has never been nice to me on purpose. I can feel his mother's heart bit by bit, and he shouldn't accept such an ending. He told his grandmother that this was the last time he came. Mom has broken up with him. I put down my backpack, found a piece of writing paper, and left a note for my mother, saying that I went to my father's house to live, so that she wouldn't worry. Besides, I think my uncle is a good man. Don't break up with him. I want him to be my father.

I went to my dad's house and he had a new girlfriend. At night, pulling the sofa is my bed. I didn't cry. I learned not to cry casually. The next afternoon after school, my uncle and mother came to school together. They took me home. I think my uncle is very happy and my mother's expression is also very cheerful. I got my backpack from my father's house and went home with them. My grandmother was very excited and prepared snacks for me. I really think everything is a little different.

I never listened to my mother's uncle Taryn again, and I never asked. My uncle comes more often, but he never stays overnight. He always comes early and leaves late. My relationship with my mother has been very tense. I'm not afraid of her anymore. This is an era of betrayal. I'm not afraid to fight or scold. What am I afraid of? Actually, she doesn't know either. I'm afraid she will be sad. I wrote her a long letter and told her what I thought. I said I am not a small tree. You can't touch me. I have my own ideas. You can't ask me to think in the same way about everything. At that time, I didn't like going home I told her that the air at home was depressing and I was very nervous as soon as I got home. My best friend and I chatted by the railway, walked along the tracks and walked back and forth. I began to imagine a big boy who knew that I cared about me and took me away from this boring place. However, my mother is still very grumpy and will be furious because I came home half an hour late, tossing and turning all night. I deeply understand the taste of both sides, but she is stubborn and I am stubborn.

Shortly after grandma died, I always forgot to describe her. She is a great mother and grandmother, and she loves me as much as her mother does. She raised me one by one after I was born. Mother is far less patient and meticulous than her. Mom is in a bad mood most of the time, and grandma is also uncomfortable, and she is often worried about her. I can't imagine how grandma hung me on her body to cook for her family when I was a child. The first few days after I was sent to kindergarten, I cried inside, and my grandmother hid outside and cried while watching. I cried myself hoarse, clamoring for grandma. Grandma, who has no income, likes to take me to the photo studio on the road to take pictures of me, and finally buy me colorful balloons that blow up. I accidentally released my hand and the balloon flew away. I cried badly. My grandmother felt sorry for the balloon and me, but she had no money to buy it for me.

My mother's closest grandmother and I left us, and there was no one at home. Mom and uncle decorated the house together, and then they got married. I don't know why, as soon as this house is renovated, I feel that it is not my home. My mother whispered occasionally, and I was still happy. She remembered something. I always comfort myself that she may have reached menopause, but after so many years, how can it be far away? The relationship between mother and uncle has always been fluid, and I know that love is the reason why uncle can take care of mother. He carefully kept his distance from me, didn't discipline me very much, and couldn't let me go. A year later, I decided to change my mind and call it uncle and dad. Although I don't often scream at home, he gets excited for several days when I occasionally scream.

Unfortunately, under my mother's strict education and correction, I still adhered to all my bad habits. I love being late, making a mess at home, eating without food, washing clothes when I'm not wearing them ... My mother is totally helpless, which is what she hates most. I have used countless forces to force me to change, but I still can't change my nature. But after I grew up and worked, my mother moved away.

(4)

Mom's change is gradual, and I didn't care. Play late into the night after work, and play for a long time before going home. I haven't been home once for the meal cooked by my mother. I always have one reason or another. I am used to not communicating with her for a long time and living my own life style for a long time. I even rented a house outside and didn't go home for a month or two. I never did it on purpose. That's how I grew up. I won't think of asking her for help when I encounter great difficulties. My mother once called me jokingly and asked me if I had gone to support Kosovo. Why haven't I even seen the movie? I realized that my heart was too far away from my mother, although I was always sure that I loved her.

I moved back home, but I went out early and came back late. Eating is important everywhere except at home. My mother has changed. She silently washed my clothes and ironed them in the closet, which surprised me because she hadn't washed my clothes since junior high school. She cut the apple into pieces, put a toothpick in it and left it for me to eat before going to bed. She got up early in the morning to make me an omelet, cook milk and watch me eat and drink before going to bed. She sleeps in my bed every night and waits for me to come back, just to talk to me, and I always complain that I am uncomfortable sleeping alone. I fully enjoy this belated luxury care. But I still haven't paid, and I don't know how to pay.

I have been away from Wuhan for more than a year because of my work. The homesick child also began to miss his mother's warmth. I remembered my mother's love hidden in my childhood. The nature of the younger generation is endless demand. I can't wait to remember my mother's bad words all my life. I saw my cruelty. Although I am talking about my mother, I am full of feelings. Unfortunately, when I really faced her, I was indifferent. During the Dragon Boat Festival, I heard firecrackers and wanted to call my mother. I said, I'll be with you when I get back. I seem to see that a year ago, my mother begged me to go home for dinner, but I didn't come back. She waited sadly for the dishes to be ready. When I heard my mother's voice again, I choked up.

Emotional twists and turns made me sink to the bottom, quit my job and returned to my hometown. I am familiar with touching every inch of my home. Mom has white hair, and every one scares me. She began to get shorter and put on weight. She's really not young anymore. I put down my luggage and ate the noodles cooked by my mother, which felt like the most delicious food. It feels good to be at home, but I didn't open my eyes until I was 22.

It seems that we are back to my childhood. Stay at home every day, go nowhere, watch movies, surf the Internet, sleep and chat with my mother. When my mother cooked three meals, the family sat around the round table and ate, talking and laughing. For three months, I didn't go to work, and the injured child was recuperating at home in the harbor. We walked a long way and finally came back, mother's daughter and her mother.

Now that life is getting better and better, my mother always has reason to worry. "Others say that women are not allowed to stay. Why not have a boyfriend? " From time to time, she will bring the topic to the boys I know and say this is good and that is good. She taught me the key to finding a good husband: really good for me. "It's not easy to do this for a lifetime." My mother is very satisfied with my father now, although once she lost her temper and shouted, "I must get a divorce." I witnessed the whole process of their quarrel and laughed until my stomach ached. Mom was very angry, and I advised her for half a night. A few days later, they made up, and I said, "Hey, hey, you're not leaving?" She just giggled happily.

(5)

When I grow up, when I meet love, I will always feel a little guilty and confused when I look back on my mother's love life for half a lifetime. My initial idea was too simple. I want them to decide their own future freely. I looked at them quietly and didn't shout. I thought it was considerate when I was young, but I didn't know that my parents and husband had no feelings until I was an adult. Would you like to say that? How do you divide it? A while ago, my father came back from other places and invited me to dinner. He asked me: Is your mother still so smelly? I said yes, but I can't change it. He said that your mother is good at everything except her bad temper. The food she cooked is really delicious. I can drink half a catty of white wine at a time. I went back and told my mother, and she said, "I don't really want a divorce. I told his sister about it, and no one in his family helped us save it. " Later, I just left. "But what if I come to save it? I shouted like every child in a divorced family: I want my father, I want my mother, I want us to be together! What will happen? I haven't mentioned this idea to my mother. I don't want her to have too many meaningless memories.

There is another idea that she doesn't know. What if I didn't leave her that note? It is said that Uncle Lin finally got divorced and now has a new wife. Mom said that she decided to stay with dad now because she read the sentence I wrote. If, if I didn't interfere with my mother's emotional world and let her choose freely, what would she be like now? How did my young soul know what love was at that age? I didn't ask my mother to have a good love. No matter who the final choice is, it should be considered by her without any constraints. I really don't understand mom. I shouldn't be too self-righteous

When I write here, I suddenly fear the passage of time when I think that my mother is 48 years old. Time gave my young mother wind, frost, snow and rain, and watched her trudge step by step to middle age. My shadow gave her laughter and pain along the way. She boiled her hair into white hair, reflected her youth on me and continued her dream that she could not follow. I shed tears, no longer for my grievances; I shed tears and watched my mother go away like a song; I shed tears, bearing a thousand pounds of affection, for that maternal love that can't be erased whether I remember it or not.