800 words, high school composition, ups and downs.

There is a kind of love that has been silently dedicated, and that is-maternal love.

One person has always been selfless, and she is-mother.

My mother is over forty years old this year. She is a primary school teacher. She has been teaching me how to be a man and how to learn during my growing up for more than ten years.

Before, I was not sensible and naughty. I hang out with those little boys all day, I am not at home all day, and I often get into trouble. For example, on the way home from school, I cut the plastic sheets sold by others with a knife and decorate my pockets when I buy things. If anyone finds out, they will come to you. My mother apologized for losing money. In the meantime, he will cast a vicious look at me from time to time. When people calm down and leave, my mother can't hold back. She won't hit me, but she will make me kneel. I knelt for hours, and she couldn't bear it anymore, so she made me promise that it wouldn't happen again. I naturally obeyed, but all this was false. To be honest, he did it again a few days later.

One Spring Festival, I saw other children setting off firecrackers, but I didn't. So I stole five dollars while my parents were away. I went to the store with some friends to buy firecrackers and delicious food. I didn't go home until afternoon. When I got home and saw my dad's gloomy face, I knew something was wrong. Then my mother called me over. I know she must have found out, and I am determined to deny it. Unexpectedly, she finally admitted it under her torture. This time she didn't kneel, but cried. She cried and said, "Why are you so disappointing? You can only steal. You will go to the police station sooner or later when you grow up. " This is the first time I have seen her cry. She made me so distressed that I cried with her, and I vowed to turn over a new leaf in the future. I am sincere in this oath. She took out a pack of things, which were firecrackers. She bought it for me specially, and I cried even louder.

Since this incident, I have gradually changed. I don't steal from others, and I don't go crazy all day. I began to stay at home honestly. But I don't like studying. My mother always forces me to study. She often says to me, "Only study is your only way out. Are you willing to grow up and farm? " Be a farmer for life like your father? ""Of course I don't want to, "I said." Then you should study hard from now on. "Gradually, under her education, my grades have been significantly improved and I have some interest in learning. She was very pleased to slowly enter the top few in the class, but I never met her requirements and kept the top three in the class.

Soon I was promoted to junior high school, ranking first in my class. However, due to some reasons such as tight study, heavy tasks and inadaptability, my grades have been declining, but I am still in the top three in my class. When the first semester started, I felt very rebellious and didn't want to communicate with my parents. I often feel that my parents are nagging and want to keep up with the trend. Seeing other students holding MP3 players, MP4 also wants to have one. So I want to ask my mother for money. When I told her, her face suddenly pulled down and said; "As long as you dare to buy it, I dare to blow it for you. I mean it. If you don't believe me, I'll give it a try." I know her temper. This matter is settled. Next is the mid-term exam, which is not ideal and ranks fifth in the class. This made my mother very angry, and of course I was very sad myself, mainly because I didn't concentrate on my studies. This summer vacation, she accompanied me to study. On the one hand, she looked at me. On the other hand, when I have problems that I can't solve, I can easily ask her. Seeing her working so hard, I thought I would improve my study even for her, and I began to study hard.

Now the results are still stable, and there is no impetuousness in the first grade. I also learned to work hard to make her worry less about me. Whenever I want to be lazy, I will be motivated when I see her or think of her inculcation, because I want her to be proud of me and I love her.

My mother is not very beautiful, of medium height, with black hair and a beautiful headdress. Like all mothers, she loves her children deeply. Her love for me gushed from the bottom of my heart is beyond description by any language or vocabulary.

The ruthlessness and heavy work of the years have made the mother's white hair grow longer and more, and the wrinkles on her face are dense. These white hairs and wrinkles verify all the hardships my mother has paid for me.

My mother is very kind to me. There was a math unit exam in grade five, and I didn't do very well. When I got home, I silently listened to my father's reprimand. Climb in front of the desk to correct my mistakes, thinking about what my father said to blame me, and the tears that have been swirling in my eyes still fall on the test paper. At this time, my mother suddenly pushed the door and came in, wiped away the tears in my eyes, picked up the test paper conveniently, and sighed, as if shaking. My mother comforted me and said, "I know you don't want to fail in the exam either." You should study hard and be careful in the future. This exam is really not so good. Summarize and see how to do the next unit. " "I have listened, and I have the motivation. In the next unit exam, my grades really went up again. My mother looked at the paper in this unit and smiled with satisfaction.

My mother is still very responsible for me.

thesis

Once, as soon as I got to the classroom, it began to rain outside the window. Later, it rained harder and harder, and I began to worry because I didn't bring rain gear. A bell rang. After school, I picked up my schoolbag and ran to the eaves at the school gate, waiting for my parents to pick me up. It's almost gone. My heart is half cold and my nose is beginning to sour. But just when I wanted to cry, I saw a familiar figure not far away in the dim light. It's my mother! I jumped up and waved to her happily, and my mother came. Her hands were red with cold, and mud stars were sprayed on her trouser legs. I got on the bus, climbed behind my mother's tall body with an umbrella and went home. Her concern for me touched me for a long time.

My mother took good care of me. She is like a big tree to shelter me from the wind and rain, and she is like a lamp to guide me. Now, only by studying hard can I repay my mother's infinite love!

Mom is so simple. She hopes that all the great spirits of the Chinese nation will be concentrated on me. Because she is my mother and I am her hope.

I seldom pay attention to my mother. In my daily trip, I go back and forth between school and home, and study, eat and do my homework in a planned way every day. Pay little attention to the things and people around you.

After finishing my homework at night, I surf the Internet, post on forums, watch animated chats and do nothing else. Vent your inner emptiness wholeheartedly.

I seldom talk at home one day, and once I estimated that I couldn't even talk to my parents at home with 100 words. I don't know how to face this number, happy or sad?

And fooling around with the computer every day. One day, my mother and I went by bus. Inadvertently, I saw my mother's head. It turns out that a black hair has revealed traces of white hair. On the surface, I seemed indifferent, but my heart suddenly shook (,). I show everything to the silent internet every day. ), but at home, I didn't even fulfill my responsibilities and let my mother worry all day. I can do anything I want online, but in real life, I have never done anything for my family.

I still surf the Internet, but every day when my parents come home, I always bring them slippers or make them a cup of hot tea. Although things are small, they are still happy to praise me for growing up.

One day, when I was surfing the Internet, I saw my mother pumping up my tires. My mother was tired after only a few bumps, but she kept filling my car with gas. I saw her thin sweat swaying with the rhythm of her cheers. I put down the mouse and helped my mother to the chair. I said guiltily, "It's my responsibility to refuel the car. I'll fight myself! " Mom smiled and said, "OK! Spell it yourself, you have grown up. " Although praised, I feel worse than being criticized. My mother is old. Why don't I help her work, but I surf the Internet leisurely here (,). I feel ashamed to slap myself.

The mother who gave birth to me and raised me treated her like this. As soon as I got home, I ignored her and didn't care (at night). I should no longer indulge in the network without feelings and ignore the irreplaceable family ties in real life.

I didn't know where to start at first, because all mothers in the world are so great, and there are countless beautiful articles praising mothers in the world. All mothers love their children, and all children describe their mothers with emotion.

But I have to say, though incoherent. If I have to introduce a person's appearance, then I don't know how to write it, because my mother is very ordinary in others' eyes, but she is the most beautiful person in my heart. If you must specify relevant examples to write about a person, then I don't know how to make it up, because my mother's every move is full of love for me. What I am passionate about is not what the real feelings are, but that my life is full of my mother's feelings.

Therefore, the truest side of my mother is only in my heart. I can only describe a small part tentatively, and write my mother in a way that I haven't developed yet, no matter how clever the author is.

Mother has never left the word "responsibility" in her life, and she has never held an attitude of "giving up" on everything in her life. For me, she should try her best to bear the responsibility she should bear; For her family, she will do her duty from top to bottom; She is sure to finish her work perfectly; For life, she will always strive to make life full of regrets and make life more real and fulfilling.

My mother has never left the word "hard work" in her life, and she has never taken a "leisurely" attitude towards everything in life. Mom has worked hard and tired since she was a child. Share the hardships of parents and help the lives of brothers and sisters, until she has a more worried me, until there are more and more things to work around her, and until she knows that every step of the hard life has to step out of a foot nest, she doesn't stop. It seems that this is her life.

Mother has never left the word "pay" in her life, and she has never taken a "take" attitude towards everything in life. Does she look like a spring silkworm dedicated to silk thread? Don't! After pupation, the mother has no stagnation. Is she like a wax torch dedicated to light and heat? Don't! Mother didn't stop after the wax torch turned to ash. Said she was like a bee that turned flowers into honey? Don't! Mother works hard for the sweetness of others. Said she was like an unknown cow? Don't! Everything a mother pays is definitely more than needing the fruit of grass. My mother, who never takes anything, can't be described by anything else. She gave from the beginning and never stopped.

How many things have gone against her wishes? She just tries to do better. How many people have broken her heart, and she just used sadness to heal her wounds. The years are dignified, the wind and rain are vivid, and my mother silences me with love. I can't say how my mother is. I don't even know whether what I wrote is clear and correct, and whether it conforms to the norms of writing my mother's composition. But after all, I can only read my mother with love, read her love and read it in my heart.