Is there a fortune-telling place in Xingshan Temple? _ Xingshan Temple can tell fortune.

What is the most special place for mom to write a composition?

1. Write somewhere on mom's mom's hand.

Mom's hands are rough. When I was a child, I was not sensible and always liked to drag my children around. As a result, I either turned myself into a "Xiaohua Mall" or a "king of rags". In this way, I dare not go home for fear that my mother will scold me. Finally, my mother always finds me by the corridor. As soon as she saw the clothes on me, she said, "You." Mother's tone is a pair of hate iron not to produce. I was very sad after listening to it and made up my mind to change it, but I changed it back in a few days. My mother always washes clothes behind me. The original slender hand gradually became a calloused hand. I feel ashamed and sad.

Mom's hands are the world of acne. I remember that at one time, I especially liked to eat fried shrimp slices. I cry and eat fried shrimp slices made by my mother every day. My mother had no choice but to fry it for me. I always see a lot of pimples on my mother's hands. I didn't know it at that time, because my mother accidentally spilled hot oil on her hand in order to give it to me quickly, and she bit her lips when she felt pain. At that time, I felt that I was the happiest child in the world. I always say to my classmates, "My mother is the best in the world!" " "Mom smiled at me when I heard that. Mom's hands are very dexterous. Often my clothes are either torn or torn into strips, and my mother will always say humorously, "Oh, my heart will always be on the battlefield!" " "Every time I hear this sentence, I always smile shyly. Then, let mother mend clothes. I always like to see my mother sitting in a place where the golden sun can shine with a cane chair, and her hands are flying up and down like butterflies. It's beautiful. In a short time, the clothes were mended as before.

This is my mother's hand, rough but flexible. These hands are full of love and accompany me through every day. Do you envy me for having such a good mother?

Comments: This paper describes Mother's Hand from three aspects. It's rough, full of acne and smart. It can be seen that the little author is a very careful child. Every sentence tells the mother's love for herself.

This is a narrative, taking Mother's Hand as a clue to select organizational materials. Write mother's hand from three aspects: rough hand, acne-covered world and dexterous hand. Through careful observation, the little author wrote his mother's distinctive hands in an orderly way. What is revealed between the lines is love for mother.

2. Write a composition about mother somewhere, and manage 600 words about mother and tears.

My mother has been living in the city with my father since she was six years old, because the economic conditions don't allow it. We can only foster our younger brothers and sisters in grandparents' homes, and seldom go back to see us except for the holiday in 2008. This kind of life has lasted for two years. When I was eight years old, my brother and sister and I bumped on the mountain road for two hours before we reached our destination. At the moment I got off the bus, my mother looked at us for a long time and couldn't speak. Her eyes were red, but she tried not to let her tears overflow. When she turned her back on us, her shoulders were shaking all the time, but the sobbing that was deliberately suppressed was still so clear. ...

The pain made me burst into tears. I can't sit or lie down to sleep because I have blood bubbles on my ass. At night, my mother always holds me in a chair and rocks me to sleep. She couldn't sleep when I was asleep. That night, my mother just put me back to bed. I woke up in pain before I lay down, and then crying tore the silence of the night. My mother held me in her arms and shook me with tears in her heart to comfort me. That night, I cried in my mother's arms, waiting for dawn. And my mother comforted me affectionately with tears until dawn.

My mother has been living in the city with my father since she was six years old, because the economic conditions don't allow it. We can only foster our younger brothers and sisters in grandparents' homes, and seldom go back to see us except for the holiday in 2008. This kind of life has lasted for two years. When I was eight years old, my brother and sister and I bumped on the mountain road for two hours before we reached our destination. At the moment I got off the bus, my mother looked at us for a long time and couldn't speak. Her eyes were red, but she tried not to let her tears overflow. When she turned her back on us, her shoulders were shaking all the time, but the sobbing that was deliberately suppressed was still so clear.

One night after moving to the city for a year, a phone call that rang late at night broke the quiet life we had just started. Mother bit her lip corner and said to us, "Dad and brother had an accident on their way back, and they are still in the hospital." Every word between the lines is biting hard and hitting our hearts hard. At the gate of the operating room in the hospital, my mother hugged my sister and my brother hugged me and sat in a chair. Silence enveloped us and painted a black scene of fear and anxiety. My sister and I lay in their arms, crying ourselves hoarse. Mom still calmly held our hands and said, "Be good, don't cry, dad and brother will be fine!" " "When the doctor came out of the operating room and said,' The patient is temporarily out of danger', my mother knelt on the ground and hugged our brother and sister hard, sobbing, and hot tears fell on my neck and burned my skin.

A Dream of Red Mansions shows Lin Daiyu's tears in her former life of repaying the Premier League, but what can we use to repay her mother's tears for her family?

3. Composition: My mother is really special. My mother's greatest love in the world comes from maternal love.

Mother's heart is pure, and every supreme mother has the most sincere love. There is a sincere love hidden.

Mom has a pair of bright eyes, and her black hair is mixed with a few silver hairs, which may be a testimony to her hard life. Other mothers are very concerned about their children, and my mother is no exception.

I remember it was a winter afternoon and I came home from school. It's raining hard. I always feel top-heavy when I go upstairs. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back.

Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.

My mother, like a diligent gardener, took great pains to cultivate me. My mother works hard for me and constantly encourages me. I only hope that one day, I can become an ordinary person.

In a word, my mother's devotion and love to me are hard to measure. I will study hard and honor my mother.

My mother has short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, big eyes, a gentle mouth and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life.

I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me.

After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital.

Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother. I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts.

Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.

4. Help me find a composition about my mother's bad points. I have a few articles here that are not suitable for talking about. 1. My mother, my mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose.

My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. 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. I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday.

Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition.

My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily, and in a short time, the whole city became a Xue Hai, a snowy paradise and a snowy world.

On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. I also argued with my mother for a long time, and my mother finally dragged me to the hospital. Along the way, I never talked to my mother. I threw snowballs at my mother.

I thought to myself: Mom is unbelievable. Why do I have to come out for tooth extraction in such a cold day? If you don't pull it out, it will fall by itself. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth. I don't feel any pain.

Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you come back with a smile! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth are very neat and I laugh easily and happily.

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

2. My mother My mother is a doctor in a hospital. She is tall and has short black hair.

There are a pair of bright eyes under the curved eyebrows. A pair of glasses hung on the high bridge of the nose.

Mother likes helping others best. As soon as she answers the phone, she will go out to see the patient and start working. Do you know why my mother likes to help others? Let me tell you something! It turns out that my grandparents all have patients, and patients need help from others. So as soon as my mother received the call from the patient, she immediately found a car to go to the scene. If some patients lose their temper, my mother still patiently explains the treatment.

This is a very hard job. However, due to my mother's efforts, more and more patients are looking for her! I also learned the morality of being a man from my mother's behavior, starting from small things and helping others.

Mom really loves me! I remember I had a fever when I was five years old. During the ten days I went to the hospital, my mother always helped me cook and fed me water. He often sits next to me at night and helps me turn over.

She often touches my head and says with concern, "Yue Yue, you are a strong child. You have to hold on. " She also told me stories and played chess with me, which distracted my attention and relieved my pain.

I always cry at this time. My mother is very hardworking.

Get up before dawn every day and make breakfast for my father and me. Almost all the housework is done by her.

Besides going to work, everyone can see her busy figure. My mother is not only diligent, but also very concerned about my study.

She often helps me check my homework and patiently explains to me when there are mistakes. When there is no school equipment, she always tries her best to help me find it. I remember once saying to my mother, "I need a red pen to correct my homework." Can you help me find one? " My mother promised at once and soon brought me a red pen.

I think being a mother's daughter is really happy! 3. my mother I love my mother. Because you brought me into this beautiful world.

It was you who gave me a warm "angel" when I was sick. It's you, the clown who makes me laugh when I'm unhappy.

It's you who always advised me to find the right "guide" when I was about to do something bad. It's you ... I remember once, I had a high fever at three in the morning.

I can't sleep with a high fever. You are nervous and out of control. Regardless of the strong wind outside, you just put on a fur coat, rushed out of the house and hurried to the 24-hour clinic.

Buy me antipyretic patches and antipyretics. Then I ran back, afraid of burning worse.

When I get home, you gently put a fever-reducing sticker on me. Then he brought me a cup of boiled water and advised me to take medicine.

At that time, I still stubbornly said: "I don't take medicine, I want to sleep!" " You are so annoying! "Mom didn't get angry and said earnestly," Eat it and go to bed, okay? " I replied impatiently, "All right! "Then, I obediently took the medicine. After careful nursing by my mother, my illness soon recovered.

I love my mother. My mother's selfless love for me will never be forgotten.

I will live up to my mother's expectations, study hard and repay your kindness in the future. 4. My mother is Mother's Day today. Let me talk about my mother. She is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, and has a high nose. I like watching her smile best, because she always has a smile on her face and a small dimple when she smiles. It is very beautiful.

My mother is a little grumpy, sincere to people and never haggle over every ounce. In order to experience my mother's "life" at home at ordinary times, I decided to follow my mother to the market early to buy food and visit the market. I found my mother bargaining with others for food.

5. A 600-word composition entitled "Looking for the most beautiful place for mother", a thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Whenever I think of this poem, I think of my beloved mother.

I still remember when I was a child, my mother nursed us, fed us, bought us toys, told us her past stories and gave us a happy and warm home. At that time, we knew nothing. Watching the wrinkles on my mother's face gradually increase, the calluses on my mother's palm are getting thicker and thicker, and my mother's back shines in front of our eyes every day. I am so ignorant.

When you grow up, ask yourself how you came into this world and how you grew up. It's not that easy to forget your parents who gave birth to you and raised you!

I remember my mother's meaningful smile at me when I was born. I still remember my mother's kind expression on my first birthday. I remember my mother's happy smile when she watched me play; I remember that when I first brought my mother a little red flower in grade one, I showed that happy smile; I remember my mother peeling apples for me to eat; I remember my mother's proud smile when she saw me get good grades; commemorate ...

Mother raised us, made us breakfast and peeled apples; Tutoring our lessons, telling stories ... everything my mother gave me was beautiful. Every mother should wear the medal of "selfless dedication" Right? From the mother's weather-beaten face, it reflects the vicissitudes of time.

Behind everyone is a mother who silently supports you. Some mothers are waiting for their children to come home, and some mothers are already living in their hearts. No matter the former or the latter, all mothers are the same and deserve everyone's gratitude. Thank my mother for everything. I think everything is the most beautiful as long as it is given by my mother!

Thank you, mom, I love you! ! !

6. What is the special material for mom's composition? "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass." Whenever I hear this beautiful song, I feel flattered.

I have a good mother! Her big eyes are like a pair of "black gems", and there are a pair of small and exquisite mouths under her high nose. This is my mother. She is always simple, but she dresses me up like a "little princess".

My mother not only likes to decorate me, but also loves me very much. I am a little girl with a nosebleed. I remember one day, when I was at school, my nose suddenly bled. The teacher saw that red blood was constantly flowing out of my nose and immediately called me mom. My mother immediately put down what she was doing and came to school. My mother saw blood running in my nose, and my whole body was red, and my tears came out at once. She quickly came to my side, thanked the teacher and quickly blocked my nose with a cotton ball. Mom hugged me and took a taxi home. In the car, I found a trace of white hair beside my mother's ear and thought, Mom, you have worked hard. I worry you from time to time and make you feel sad. I can't help but say, "Mom, you have worked hard!" "

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." Whenever I hear this beautiful song, I will feel emotional waves in my heart: Mom, you are so kind!

7. What is my mother's composition? Mother's 400 words are a wisp of fragrance in the garden, guiding me to the world of truth, goodness and beauty; Mom's words are a meter of sunshine in the morning, which illuminates my direction; My mother's words are more like an industrious gardener, feeding me patiently and meticulously like a budding flower.

Mom's words are all "nagging" As soon as I get home every afternoon, my mother turns on the "nagging mode": "Wash your hands and eat apples quickly. After eating the apple, do your homework quickly, and mom will make you something to eat ... "And I always listen absently. After a while, I heard another sentence, "Mom has warmed a cup of milk for you, come and drink it while it is hot", but I looked impatient.

Mom's words are the motivation to encourage me to move forward. I remember one exam, I only got 68 points in math, ranking first in my class. My mother didn't beat and scold the children like the mothers of some friends around her, but patiently and gently said to me, "Keep working hard, don't give up, and strive for a good result in the next exam!" " I listened to my mother's words, my heart was sour and I made up my mind to work hard!

Mom's words are a melodious flute that rings when I am lonely and helpless. Mother's words are sunshine full of love, which shines into my heart. Even in the cold winter of ice and snow, I feel warm. Dear mom, I want to say "I love you" to you!

8. How to write my mother's composition My mother has short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, a pair of big eyes and a modest mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. 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.

I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

9. How to Write a Mother's Composition How to Write a Mother's Composition The greatest love in the world is the love from maternal love.

Mother's heart is pure, and every supreme mother has the most sincere love. There is a sincere love hidden.

Mom has a pair of bright eyes, and her black hair is mixed with a few silver hairs, which may be a testimony to her hard life. Other mothers are very concerned about their children, and my mother is no exception.

I remember it was a winter afternoon and I came home from school. It's raining hard. I always feel top-heavy when I go upstairs. As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the bed. At night, after a hard day's work, my mother found me lying in bed, touching my hot forehead, looking at my painful expression and watching the heavy rain outside the window. Without saying anything, she put on her raincoat and walked to the hospital behind my back.

Along the way, the wind roared even harder, and it rained even harder. The wind and rain beat us mercilessly. When I got to the hospital, my mother gave me a number, and the doctor gave me an injection. I fell asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, I found my mother sitting by the bed. When I woke up, my mother finally smiled. I looked at my mother's wet clothes and hair and nodded, too excited to speak.

My mother, like a diligent gardener, took great pains to cultivate me. My mother works hard for me and constantly encourages me. I only hope that one day, I can become an ordinary person.

In a word, my mother's devotion and love to me are hard to measure. I will study hard and honor my mother.