My mother wrote 800 words to express her feelings.

Mother is the person who gives us life and plays an irreplaceable role in our life. In my opinion, mother is not only an indispensable person in our life, but also a person worthy of our lifelong reverence.

Since I opened my eyes, my mother showed me all kinds of things, or told me many stories, sometimes late at night. My mother is my first teacher when I don't accept any books, so my mother's voice is always hoarse.

When I went to kindergarten, I began to contact some books and had a preliminary concept of knowledge. Since then, my mother has been strict with me (including now). I remember one day, the teacher assigned several homework questions, and I made a mistake. As soon as my mother saw it, she asked me to do it again. "If this is an exam, you are finished. Therefore, son, you must be strict with yourself from now on and try your best to succeed. " My mother told me earnestly. Although the volume is not high, every word is powerful, as if there is an irresistible majesty in it. So, until now, I respect and fear my mother.

Mom is a kind person. One day, on the bus, a passenger stepped on him and walked away proudly without even saying sorry, as if he didn't take his mother seriously. I was already furious, and I really wanted to teach him a lesson. My mother smiled and said to me, "if I quarrel with him, it will definitely affect the driver." If he puts the car away and stops driving, not only will we not be able to go home, but we will also be scolded by other passengers, which will make everyone unable to go home. " So, son, you should always think about the overall situation, and don't affect everyone's public interests for your own selfish interests. You got it? "I nodded thoughtfully.

I was only nine years old, and I don't know what this sentence means. I didn't understand what it meant until I grew up. After junior high school, I told my mother about it, and she just smiled faintly.

Although my mother is not a college student, she is as knowledgeable as my father who graduated from college. She devoted herself to my research. One day, I couldn't work out a physics problem and came out of my study in frustration. After my mother asked me something, she thought with me and patiently explained it to me until I understood it. So I did well in my class, which is inseparable from my mother's teaching. My mother is very worried about my grades. When I get excellent grades, my mother always encourages me to make persistent efforts and continue to refuel; When I failed in the exam, my mother didn't criticize me, but comforted and encouraged me, so that I had plenty of energy to study and meet my success again.

My mother is 40 years old this year, and the beauty of her youth has turned into crow's feet in the corner of her eyes today. In these fourteen years, can my mother count the efforts she has made for me? I won't let her down. Mom, you wait. One day, you will receive an admission notice from a key university. I will not live up to your hard work and dedication. Mom, thank you!

My mother wrote 800 words.

Mother, an employee who never gets paid, always gives her love to her children selflessly. I grew up under the care of my mother.

I was born in a middle-class family. I grew up in my mother's arms. From babbling to now, my mother has paid a lot. Although my mother dyed her hair dark brown, I could tell from it that my mother was old. ...

I remember once, when I got up, I felt top-heavy, disobedient and tired. So I shouted, "Mom, what's wrong with me?" The whole person is very tired! "Mom came in and touched my head. At that time, I couldn't detect the temperature of my mother's hands. "You have a fever. "Mother helped me up as she spoke." Then give me some medicine. I said. Mother went straight out. After a while, she came in and said, "son, there is no medicine at home." Go to the hospital yourself. " Before my mother finished, I asked anxiously, "You always take me, but this time I have to go by myself. What do I think? " !" Mother said calmly, "People always have to learn to grow up by themselves. You have to do what the note says." Then she handed me a card, 300 yuan and a note. And I vaguely heard my mother's words, and I was reluctant, but I still got dressed and ready. Follow the note to see a doctor and find that some procedures are wrong, such as registering first and then looking for a doctor, waiting in line, etc. The whole process of seeing a doctor took me two hours. On the way home by car, I thought to myself, it's great that I did what my mother thought I couldn't do. The door creaked open, and my mother immediately ran out of the room, touched my head, looked at me and murmured, "It's okay, it's okay." Only afterwards did I find out that there was antipyretic in the drawer. Suddenly, I understood my mother's good intentions, and a warm current came to my mind.

My mother let me go out to see a doctor alone and let me learn to take care of myself without anyone. She also hopes that after leaving the arms of herself and her parents in the future, she can fly high and become independent in society. "If you are poor, you will change your mind." When you grow up, it also means the aging of your parents. Sometimes my parents nag and I lose my temper if I don't understand. Later, I learned that they were good for me, so I absorbed them, hoping not to make this mistake again.

This is my mother, a mother who has cast wings before I fly. If I can stand in the society in the future, I will thank some people, especially my parents!

My mother wrote 800 words.

Mother is the most important flower in my life, although she is not as proud as wintersweet; Not as delicate as peony; Not as elegant as Lily. But mothers have a style that is not inferior to theirs.

Once I went out to play because I was careless and didn't finish my homework. When I came back at night, my mother saw that I didn't do my homework well and said, "Are you so careless at all? Don't you know the importance of studying at all?" I ... "I had a big fight with my mother in anger, and then I stormed out." I turned it off because I had my mobile phone and worried that my mother would call. I walked alone, came to the bridge, sat on the pier and looked up at the sky. Said to the star: "Mom is so annoying that she always makes me study, study and manage the east and the west ..."

As time goes on, I feel a little sleepy, but I don't want to go home. Maybe going home is my mother's nagging. I stayed outside for a while, thinking like this, I got off the dock and walked slowly on the road.

Walking, I found myself walking on my way home. I think it's my own fault. Obviously, I didn't do my homework well, so I quarreled with my mother and sulked. Should I? Thinking of my mistakes, I feel a little sorry for my mother. Forget it, I'd better hurry home. I think my mother must be in a hurry. What time is it now? I turned on my cell phone. Oh, my God! Eleven missed calls, twenty short messages, you know, mom rarely sends messages, almost never. Suddenly, how will she feel? I dare not call back for fear of hearing my mother's anxious voice. I quickly sent a short message, "Mom, I'm home." Then I ran home with all my strength, home-that's my refuge.

When I got home, I took out my key and gently opened the door. I crept into the house and the light came on. My mother came out of the room and said to me calmly, "Go to bed after taking a shower." After washing, I lay in bed thinking that my mother would forgive me. My mother's expression has told me that she has forgiven me. My mother is very tolerant to me, but I am always rebellious, always covered with thorns, making others bloody aware of their existence. I rode on the plain of life, and my mother accompanied me all the way in my underage days, with no regrets. Diary daquan

Mother is a flower, let me learn tolerance;

Mother is a flower, which has taught me patience.

Mother is a flower, let me learn to pay;

Mother is a flower, which taught me to be strong;

Mother is a flower, which taught me to persist.

"A loving mother holds a thread in her hand and makes clothes for her wayward boy's body" makes me truly realize the greatness of maternal love. Mom is a flower in my life, the most important flower in my life, and the most beautiful flower in my life. It also made me deeply understand, "But an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and he has three spring scenery." The real meaning!

My mother wrote 800 words.

My mother is my first teacher and a guide on my learning and growth. She taught me the truth of being a man and the principles of doing things.

My mother has always been resolute in her work. As long as she is sure, she is perfect, which is what I admire most. My mother has taken care of me since I was a child. Every time I have a conflict with my mother, I will look at the happy photos with my mother when I was a child. Suddenly my resentment disappears, and I will go to my mother and take the initiative to admit my mistake. My mother saw my serious and kind attitude of admitting mistakes. Every time I hear my mother's words, my heart twitches, then my nose is sour, and then the little stars in my eyes keep turning. Whenever my mother sees me like this, she will say to me, "Silly girl, why are you crying when you are so old?" When I heard this, I cried and laughed.

My mother is very kind to me. Every day at dawn, my mother will wake me up, let me get dressed and sit up, and tell me to wash and get ready for school. The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on my mother's cheek, which looks radiant, just like a "guiding light" to light up the road ahead for me. www.T262.com

My mother is an ordinary person who brings us the noblest, purest and most expensive "love" between heaven and earth with the diligence and simplicity of working people. That kind of "love" is priceless, and nothing can be exchanged. This kind of sincere love is the most common-maternal love.

I love my mother, not her appearance, but her "heart", which is gathered by thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, Qian Qian, including (care, worry, love, rest assured, worry, care ...), which are eternal, priceless and precious. This is "my mother, my teacher, my guide."

My mother wrote 800 words.

Mother is ordinary, but great!

My mother lost her father when she was eight years old. My mother remarried and my brother gave it away. She was sent to her father's house as a child bride and gave birth to ten children in her life. Because the family was poor at that time, my brothers and sisters died one after another. Now that all eight of us are married and have children, my mother is still working hard for her children and grandchildren, even though she is old.

Mother doesn't know a word, but she is proficient in all kinds of housework, especially cooking.

I remember when I was a child, my mother was busy all day, like a hardworking bee, making shoes, mending clothes, brewing vegetables and wine, striving for perfection in every aspect. At that time, my brothers and sisters had new clothes to wear every year, and we could eat processed fresh vegetables and fruits from time to time. Although we are in the countryside, we seem to live in a happy garden. Now, although our brother and sister don't have much promise, they can all do things honestly and conscientiously. Presumably this has something to do with the mother's beloved son and role model.

My mother's drinking capacity is amazing. I remember that when someone gave a banquet in the village, I always saw my mother busy. She is always looking around for her boss and trying to make suggestions to make chaos into order and make noise exciting. She always has everything and says yes to everyone. In the end, of course, my mother was treated as a VIP by my boss. Please sit down, eat and drink. Strangely, my mother seldom gets drunk, but she drinks too much and talks too much. Sometimes she is eloquent and hums in a low voice. Ignorant people simply can't see that their mother is illiterate.

I think my mother is not drunk because she is often in a good mood, and talkative may come from her kind virtue and kindness to others.

Mother is ordinary, but great! I love my mother deeply. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I wish my mother good health and a long life.

My mother wrote 800 words.

It's getting dark and the day has passed. I know my mother is standing at the door again. At this moment, how I wish an angel could appear on my head and bring my heart to my mother. Heiwa has grown up and can take care of herself. You should stop worrying about the baby. It's cold and the room is warm. Don't stand in front of your house. Promise the child, okay?

Mother's life is very hard. And at least half the suffering is related to me.

My mother had suffered for me before I was born. I inherited the landlord's arrogance. Compared with our family being an old landlord, I can't remember from which generation the local landlord started. Anyway, my grandmother is a real landlord. My mother married my father at the age of seventeen and became my grandmother's daughter-in-law. At that time, it was already a socialist society and there was no landlord class. But my grandmother's landlord is still very arrogant and bossy all day, and my mother has suffered a lot for it. My mother is very diligent, and she has to cook and do housework after finishing the work in the field. My mother's tea and rice are very good, and the craftsmanship is very meticulous. Grandma has nothing to say about it. Grandma felt humiliated, because she couldn't find her mother's shortcomings, so she had to go looking for trouble and said that her mother hadn't given birth to a child for four or five years.

I finally made it to the end, and my mother was pregnant with me. /kloc-I was pregnant in October and gave birth to a child. I thought that the world would be peaceful from then on, but I was disappointed. I'm black and full of hair. I'm hardly like a child. My grandmother gave it to my mother when I was just born. Look at that girl (second mother, grandma always calls her second mother that way, which sounds very kind)

The girl born is so white, like a knot in one's heart of white cotton (it seems that grandma has nothing to say, so I have to be rude). My second father's daughter was born a few months before me. She is really white. Not only grandma said so, but also the daughters who are related to grandma said so. My arrival did not bring happiness to my mother, but brought unpredictable disasters to her. Grandma and several aunts think I'm black. They all went to my second dad's house to accompany them with white cotton pimples. My mother was dragged down by me and left out with me in the two small rooms where they are cooking now. It was my father who took care of her and spent the full moon with me. At that time, dad couldn't even cook, and he had to be instructed by his mother to cook, let alone the taste of rice. That's how my mother got stomach trouble after eating the meal cooked by her father. Now don't talk about eating leftovers or a slightly hard meal, even eating more vegetables will make her stomach unbearable.

Time flies, time flies, more than 20 years have passed, and I have already grown up from a little boy and come out to work. Although I'm still dark, I'm still covered with hair. Where's mom? Mother is still doing housework that she seems to never finish, and she is still working hard for her children all the time.

Time left a mark on her face like scissors. Although her mother felt no pain, crow's feet crawled on her face.

In fact, I have long known that from the moment I left home for agricultural school, whenever the sun sets, my mother will stand in front of my house on time and watch the direction I walk. Watch the sunset; Watching the night quietly cover the whole earth; Watching the earth and my snoring fall asleep, my mother will drag her tired body into the house to rest after a day's work. Whether it is cold or hot, cloudy or rainy, my mother never stops. So far, there's something I've always wanted to say to my mother, but every time I dial the home phone and hear my mother calling my name on the other end of the phone, I get choked up and don't know what to say. Instead, my mother asked me to be caring and attentive, so I could only say yes into the microphone. Only when I hung up the phone suddenly remembered that I forgot to say thank you to my mother; This reminds me that I still have a lot of heartfelt words that I haven't told my mother, and I have been deeply disappointed in my heart for a long time.

My mother wrote 800 words.

Looking at my mother's hand, I have a lot of thoughts.

Although I don't know how beautiful my girlhood mother is, I think it must be a fairy. Slowly falling from the sky, holding a petal with slender fingers, the faint fragrance diffuses, and the world has become better since then.

But now, my mother's hands are no longer white and tender, and there will be no more delicate fingers. Rough skin is deeply imprinted on my mind. I blame myself, how viciously I swallowed my mother!

Looking at my mother's hand, I burst into tears.

I don't know what my mother will be like in a few decades, but I think she will be completely different from when she was young, wobbly and faltering. Especially those hands, they must be covered with scars, which is even more terrible.

Now because my mother is busy, my hard hands are no longer so beautiful. Every time mom tries hard, there is one more wrinkle on it. I blame myself. When have I ever swallowed my mother so viciously?

Looking at my mother's hand, I am no longer confused!

My mother's love for me is irreplaceable by anyone. She nourishes me and nurtures me, but I know that he has nothing to pray for. As for me, I don't think I'm that stupid. I know what I should do and I know what I should do. I think I will repay my mother. And those sacred hands.