There is a story about mother, 200-word composition, grade five.

① Motherly love. For example, a 200-word composition

"In that remote mountain village, small mountain village ..." The song "Mother's Kiss" suddenly echoed in my ears, making my heart restless and reminding me of great maternal love. When you are tired, maternal love is like a well on a farm. When you are weak, you only need a few drinks to feel refreshed. Motherly love is like a pair of hands when you are helpless. When you are at a loss, as long as you persist, all the difficulties will be solved. Motherly love is like the sunshine in winter. When you are cold and desperate, as long as you bathe in the warmth of this love, all the chill will disappear in an instant. Motherly love is like an idyllic poem, quiet and quiet, elegant and light; Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and unforgettable; Motherly love is like a landscape painting, quiet and beautiful, quiet and elegant. Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth; Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their sickbed; Motherly love is the yearning of children wandering around the world; Motherly love is a child's laughter all his life. I praise maternal love. I praise maternal love, because it makes me thrive. This is an autumn harvest season. When my mother helped my grandmother harvest the crops, she accidentally hurt her foot. She limped, limped, gritted her teeth at every step, and it was very difficult. One day at noon, I came home from school and found that there was no "good food" on the table as I expected. I was so angry that I kept whispering about my mother. Time goes by, it's time for me to go to school, but my mother hasn't come home to cook, and I'm in a hurry. At this moment, I only heard someone panting and running up the stairs. When I opened the door, I saw my mother. I really doubt if I heard wrong. How can I run when my mother's foot hurts like that? "alas! I changed some medicine just now, which was delayed for a while. Don't worry, I'll cook for you right away. " Mother's pale forehead was covered with sweat, gasping for breath and saying sorry. Look at the white socks she is wearing this morning. At this time, some irregular figures have been drawn by red blood. Tears suddenly blurred my eyes, and hot tears dripped on my hands, making me unable to move. I am eating the delicious food I have been waiting for for a long time. At this moment, the taste is so astringent that it has been astringent to the heart. My mother has been weakly urging: "Eat quickly and go to school, and I will cook something good for you when I get home at night." As soon as I entered the room at night, the delicious food came to my nose, but my mother was not there. According to my father, my mother cracked the newly healed wound because she used too much force. She forced me to rest after cooking, and my heart was suddenly stung by something. Seeing the tall image of mother in a trance, I finally understand that maternal love is the kind of selfless behavior that can sacrifice oneself for children. Since then, I have a special feeling for autumn, because it records my mother's little love for me, and it cherishes a memory that I will never forget. It reminds me to do my best to repay this endless maternal love.

(2) Composition about maternal love, about 200 words.

Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of maternal love.

As soon as we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain of maternal love. Because of the care of maternal love, our saplings thrive. When storms come, setbacks come, and sufferings come, don't be afraid, because there must be maternal love to hold up a sunny day for us.

Do you remember that fairy tale that has been handed down for thousands of years? The mother watered the fruit tree with her own blood so that her son wouldn't die of hunger and thirst after fainting. By the time her son woke up to find his mother, her mother had been buried in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountains turned blood red and dazzling.

The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire. Soon, the fire swallowed up the whole building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother covered her with her whole body and ran out through the raging fire, finally saving her daughter, while many others died in the fire. Later, according to the accident expert, I ran from my mother's house to the outside, three meters at a time, without burning.

People are like this, so are animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love just because there is a baby antelope in your stomach? When the old cow in the desert cried and begged the pedestrian to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, wouldn't your heart be shocked by maternal love?

Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, which has made great people's amazing moves, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, enlightened scientists' keen wisdom and enriched our inner feelings. Motherly love is like the stars all over the sky, reflecting each of us.

The world becomes more colorful because of maternal love. Things change, only maternal love can give us magical power, and the glory of maternal love will never change.

③ Is there a 200-word composition about mother?

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 "Wandering Son" said, "But an inch of grass has a few feelings, and I get three rays of spring."

(4) 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.

⑤ About the story of maternal love, about 200 words.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, one day it was raining heavily and other people's parents came to pick me up. I was the only one standing alone at the gate of the garden, waiting for my family to pick me up. I can't help feeling a little resentful towards my parents: Why didn't I pick you up? I am cold and hungry. Suddenly, a familiar figure came slowly from the rain curtain. Let me take a closer look. It's my mother. I am ecstatic. My mother came up to me, touched my hand and said, "What's the matter? Cold! " Say that finish, take off her coat and put it on me. He added, "Come on, put it on my back and I'll carry you." I was still angry at my mother's lateness and ignored her. But my mother is not angry. She seemed to read my mind and smiled and said, "Don't be angry. If you don't go back, your father will have no food. " After listening to my mother, I reluctantly fucked her back. After walking for a while, it rained even harder. Mother moved the umbrella to my side bit by bit. I said, "Mom, don't move your umbrella here, or you'll get wet." My mother completely ignored it and said as if nothing had happened, "It doesn't matter if I get wet, but if you get wet, how will you go to class tomorrow?" After listening to my mother's words, I felt a thrill in my heart, and my anger just vanished. Mother's clothes were wet by the rain, but she went on, on. ...

6. The composition about maternal love is 200 words.

Motherly love is like air.

Beginning: Motherly love is like air, quietly flowing around me. Every breath is full of maternal love.

Event:. . Can you give an example? Tell an ordinary but touching story. For example, I quarreled with my mother at dinner (the reason can be constructed by myself) and I was very hungry in the middle of the night. When I opened the door, I saw that the food in the kitchen was still steaming, and my sleeping mother was lying on the table.

Conclusion: Maybe maternal love is not as deep as father's love and as pure as friendship, but maternal love is more subtle and sincere than father's love. Let me immerse myself in this endless maternal love!

However, I still encourage you to write it yourself. Motherly love is the best. The theme is novel, the narrative is touching, and the beginning and the end complement each other. I wish you success in writing and take a flight of stairs. Hand, hope to adopt.

All landowners about mother's composition, about 200 words.

Everyone has a warm and beautiful mother, but mine is different. The way she caresses you is very special, so I admire her. I remember when I was 8 years old, I went shopping with my mother. I fell down in the street and cried in despair. My mother saw that I was still crying on the ground, so she stepped forward and kicked me. She was not depressed and said that you were crying and I didn't want you. I stopped crying at once, and my mood changed. I understand a truth. Don't cry when things get difficult. Crying won't solve the problem. For example, if you lose 200 yuan, you will be sad. What's the use of being sad? This is a waste of mood, mom. I understand your pain. Mom, I love you.

There is a saying, buried in a secret corner of my memory, a very small sentence, which I will never forget, although it is very short.

In the second grade of primary school, some classmates and I always quarreled over trivial matters. Every time we quarreled, we blushed and often had a cold war.

Mom didn't say anything when she found out.

Until one time, I accidentally cut my mother's hand. Bright red blood flowed from white arms. I quickly took medicine to help my mother bandage her bleeding hand.

Mom still didn't say anything, just smiled. I asked her what she was doing, and she just said, "If only you and your classmates could do this!" "

I started arguing.

My mother waited for me to finish, and when my mood calmed down, she said to me calmly, "I believe that tolerance is necessary to get along with people." Then quietly walk out of the house and close the door for me.

I thought for a long time that night. Now I've changed a lot because of one sentence.

Mothers are all over the world and maternal love is scattered in every corner of the world. Motherly love is selfless and silent.

Today, the primary school students' composition "Mom's Story" is about 200 words.

"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly. Don't let her get hurt Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness. The magic of angels is warm and kind. .........................................................................................................................

At that time, the Spring Festival was coming, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival was everywhere in the street. I am very envious that every child is wearing beautiful new clothes. I looked at my old clothes and felt that my mother didn't love me. So I went to my mother and said, "mom, why don't you buy me clothes?" You see other children have new clothes, why don't I! " My mother listened to my words and said kindly, "Son, it's not that my mother won't buy you new clothes, but that my mother wants to save money for clothes and study for you in the future." You have to understand your mother's painstaking efforts. "I don't appreciate my mother's kindness and shouted," I don't care! "I want new clothes!" After that, I ran out.

The next day, my mother bought me a new suit. I put on new clothes and went out to play happily, but I didn't see my mother sighing beside me.

Afterwards, I regretted it as soon as I saw my new clothes. After all, my mother did it for my own good. I even asked my mother to buy clothes.

From then on, I no longer want my mother to buy unimportant things. Maybe I want to apologize to my mother in this way.

"Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly to protect her ... "Jay Chou's song rang in my ear. I want to grow up quickly to protect my mother and stop making her sad.

Pet-name ruby mother's story composition is 200 words urgent.

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 want to buy it, so I beg 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, 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.