Sun and her mother's short story creation

A story composition about a little girl and her mother at the crossroads at dusk.

Thinking of writing: Describe what happened to two designated people in a designated place, and write out what might happen.

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At the intersection of dusk, bright lights pull the figure of mother dragon. Whenever I come back from school and see this figure, my heart is extremely calm.

I jumped in front of my mother with my schoolbag on my back and suddenly stood up: "Mom!" " My mother saw me and smiled and said, "I'm waiting for you." The food is getting cold. Go home! " I snorted, took my mother's hand and walked in the direction of home.

It was when I was in primary school, and my mother waited for me at this intersection every day. I am used to walking around the corner and seeing my mother at the intersection, and I am used to the warm expectation and joy.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it slipped away from the fundus in five or six years. Mother is still the same mother, but, ah, I don't know when my mother's eyes climbed up the notch left by several years, and several strands of silver thread stood out in the neatly tied braid.

Mom is a little old. She can't stand at the intersection and wait for me as before, because her cervical spine and waist are not good after working in the office for a long time, so she can't stand for a long time.

She can't finish all the housework as before, just like a tireless superman. But she still loves us as before: whether it is cold or hot, she will get up early, cook and wake us up for dinner. I will sit under the lamp and check my homework every night. Our school uniforms are cleaned every weekend.

There is no mother at the intersection, but I know she is busy in the kitchen, waiting for me to go home.

One day, I rode my bike home, and when I passed the intersection, I saw a mother standing at the intersection staring, without impatience or anxiety, with calm joy in her eyes. My nose suddenly soured and there were some tears in my eyes. That long shadow seems to appear in front of my eyes again. I seem to see those eyes again, calm and happy, and hear my mother say, "Go home!" "

Through, I don't know how many mother's footprints and shadow traces have been left on your body. Maybe you can keep this forever, but can you keep the years? In the blink of an eye. The children are old before they come back. We should repay their waiting from now on and warm their hearts with love.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." No matter the ends of the earth, what I can never give up in my heart is the love in my mother's eyes and the long figure at the intersection of dusk.

My little story with my mother is 480 words.

My little story with my mother.

My hair is short because my parents are too busy. Which girl doesn't like to be beautiful? Looking at those companions with pigtails and bows, I envy them.

That was when I was still in kindergarten. On the way home from school one day, some naughty boys pointed at me and said, onion, onion! Suddenly, the tears in my eyes kept spinning, and I ran home angry and anxious. When I got home, I said angrily to my mother, "Mom! From now on, I will grow my hair long and never make onions again! My mother looked at me and said with a smile, "Mom is really not a good mother. I promise you, I will turn you into a beautiful girl with long braids. "My mother keeps her promise. Since then, my hair has never been cut, and my braids have grown day by day. Finally one day, my hair can be combed. I was so excited that I showed two braids in front of the mirror, like a beaming bird. However, from then on, every day at school, my mother always got up early for ten minutes to comb my hair. Even if she works overtime until the early morning, she will open the door on time to comb my hair.

Once, I just got up and went to the living room and saw my mother open the door with a key. I know she stayed out all night because of work. My mother sat on the sofa and looked at me in a daze. Seeing my messy hair, she doesn't care about being tired. She came to comb my hair and looked at my mother's pale face in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she were several years older at once. The work these days must have overwhelmed her. But for my naughty daughter, in order to get what I want, I would rather dress myself without rest. I secretly made a bold decision. After school, I cut off my beautiful braid myself. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw the long hair in my hand, everything understood.

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The story of me and my mother

I have a happy home. My parents love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my study and my life, and often tells me some truth about being a man.

My mother is most concerned about my study. Since I was born, when she and her father named me, they placed infinite hopes on me. My mother calls me "Bin" because she wants me to be "both civil and military" and become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in primary school, my mother has often checked my homework and helped me with my study. She goes to bed late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother bought me a lot of exercise books from the bookstore for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother has enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes in the Children's Palace. When I was in the third grade, I signed up for the composition class and the Olympics class, and I also invited an English tutor. In recent years, whether it is hot summer or cold winter, my mother rides my bike to pick me up from school, four times a day; Every holiday and Sunday, rain or shine, take me to extracurricular classes. In order for me to learn the Olympics well, my mother sat in the same classroom with me like a primary school student. She listened so carefully and remembered so carefully, all to help me study better. Sometimes I can't do Olympic math problems, and my mother always explains them to me carefully. When she can't do it, she will call other parents to discuss it. Several times I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Olympic math problems. Sometimes I climb onto the table and fall asleep.

My mother is very strict with me. As long as I don't study hard and do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and reason with me patiently until I realize my mistake. I remember when I was in the second grade, I couldn't do a math problem, so I copied my classmates' exercise books. My mother learned about it and severely criticized me. Mom said, "You can ask others if you can't do the problem, but you must never copy other people's homework." Then my mother told me the story of "stealing the clock". Another time I went to the Children's Palace for class, and accidentally kicked the flowerpot in the corridor into pieces. As soon as I saw no one around, I hurried into the classroom and escaped the teacher's questioning. When I got home, I was glad to tell my mother about it. Who knows, my mother said solemnly: "Son, you are really good! It is not a good behavior to kick a flowerpot and not admit your mistake to the teacher! "... the next day, I took the money from my mother to 5 yuan and took the initiative to find the teacher to apologize.

My mother is not only strict with me, but also very concerned about me. I remember I was seven years old that year. One winter night, I had a high fever and was in a daze. At that time, my father was not at home, and my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital for intravenous drip. She accompanied me alone, wiping my face and drinking water for a while. She was afraid of boiling water, so she blew it cold with her mouth and let me drink it. She has been sitting beside me telling stories and taking off her cotton-padded clothes to cover me. I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was shivering with cold and sat by the bed all night. The next day, my fever went down, but my mother caught a cold. ...

My mother is very busy at work. On weekends, she either takes me to extracurricular classes or washes clothes and cleans at home. It's really too difficult. I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and keep it in my heart, always thinking about how to repay my mother well. On March 4th, someone issued a movie ticket at the school gate, saying that it was a three-dimensional movie of Peace Cinema, and primary school students were given a discount. I asked for two tickets. I want my mother to accompany me to the movies and have a good rest for half a day. Mother readily agreed. When our mother and son sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily, I felt as sweet as honey when I saw my mother's relaxed and happy mood.

My story composition with my mother, more than 600 words in junior high school.

Mom and I are both fine. Since childhood, I grew up in my mother's arms; Every night, as long as I touch my mother's big and thick ears, I can fall asleep soon. When my mother is away, I am like a little beggar, so pitiful. We are mother and son, but sometimes we are more like friends. I'm willing to tell my mother anything. A child with a mother is really a treasure!

However, not long ago, my mother and I broke out in a "war", and my good days were gone, alas!

Here's the thing. I have slept with my mother since I was a child. Especially in winter, I like sleeping between my parents best. On the one hand, my father's strong arms are particularly safe; On one side is my mother's gentle embrace, especially warm, and my mother's big ears. Sleep is really a kind of happiness. With the growth of age, my mother said that I should learn to be independent and sleep alone when I grow up, so I have my own bed, but my mother often sleeps with me. But just a few days ago, after my tenth birthday, my mother said that I must sleep alone and never come to accompany me again. I don't think so, because my mother always says so, but every time she beats me, she will sleep with me.

That night, it was bedtime, and before my mother came, I ran over and begged her, "Mom, why don't you sleep next to me at night?" Mother stared at the TV, nodded absently and said, "You go to sleep first. I'll come if I want to sleep." I slept peacefully. But I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and the quilt beside me didn't move. I waited and waited, but my mother didn't come. Is mom still watching TV? I lay in bed and continued to wait. The wind roared outside the window, the curtains were lifted and trembled slightly, and occasionally dogs barked, which was particularly loud in this silent night, as if something terrible was about to happen. I have no choice. I got up quickly and ran to my mother's room. The TV has been turned off, and mother is sleeping soundly. My heart is twitching violently. I can't tell whether I am sad or angry. I ran back to my room, hid in my backyard and sobbed softly. My heart is full of resentment: I clearly promised to sleep next to me, and I didn't keep my word! Dad is so old, why do you want to sleep next to him? He also taught me to be honest, so I couldn't do it myself ... The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt, the more wronged I felt, and finally I burst into tears.

Woke up the next morning and found the pillowcase wet with tears. I was very angry. At this time, my mother casually came over and asked me, "Son, what did you eat this morning?" I was so angry that I said bitterly, "I won't eat!" " "Get up and pack everything, carry my book and go to school. I slammed the door when I went out, and there was a loud noise, and my heart was a little relieved.

As soon as I came home from school in the afternoon, I hid in the study and did my homework, completely ignoring my mother. I will hug my mother as usual, because I have been away from my mother for a day. My mother came to me and asked, "What's the matter, son?" Obviously hypocritical, you don't know what you have done?

When I was sleeping at night, my mother didn't watch TV, so she kindly came to sleep next to me. I kicked her away, pulled all the quilts over and said mercilessly, "Go away!" " Mother had to go away. Looking at my mother's back, I am a little reluctant, but as I said, it is difficult to keep her. After a while, she came again and said softly, "I'm sorry, son, I accidentally fell asleep last night." Besides, your father is drunk, and your mother has to watch him. If anything happens to his father, I can take care of him. You are so old that you should learn to be independent. How dare you be angry with me? " Let's see, it's really not easy for my mother to take care of me and my father. Besides, I don't want to sleep alone at night, so I reluctantly said, "Well, I'll forgive you this time! You must sleep next to me tonight. " "Son, mom can't sleep next to you all her life. From now on, mom won't leave without sleeping with you. She can't sleep with you all night. " "This ... this ..." I couldn't help looking at my mother's resolute appearance. Forget it, that's it!

My mother and I are back together. But when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will still go to my parents' room to squeeze the bed. When they are in a good mood, I will succeed and have a good sleep after midnight; When my mother is helpless, she should accompany me back to my room to sleep; When they were in a bad mood, I was yelled at and fled, and went back to the house in anger. As a result, a modest "war" broke out again. And I grew up in this "war".

Mother is also very helpless, always sighing and saying, "When will my son grow up?" ! At that time, if mom wanted to sleep next to you, you would hate it. "

"So I haven't grown up! Then you should cherish the time when I sleep with you! " I don't know what their adults think!

Wu is a story composition about my mother and me.

My hair is short because my parents are too busy. Which girl doesn't like to be beautiful? Looking at those companions with pigtails and bows, I envy them.

That was when I was still in kindergarten. On the way home from school one day, some naughty boys pointed at me and said, onion, onion! Suddenly, the tears in my eyes kept spinning, and I ran home angry and anxious. When I got home, I said angrily to my mother, "Mom! From now on, I will grow my hair long and never make onions again! My mother looked at me and said with a smile, "Mom is really not a good mother. I promise you, I will turn you into a beautiful girl with long braids. "My mother keeps her promise. Since then, my hair has never been cut, and my braids have grown day by day. Finally one day, my hair can be combed. I was so excited that I showed two braids in front of the mirror, like a beaming bird. However, from then on, every day at school, my mother always got up early for ten minutes to comb my hair. Even if she works overtime until the early morning, she will open the door on time to comb my hair.

Once, I just got up and went to the living room and saw my mother open the door with a key. I know she stayed out all night because of work. My mother sat on the sofa and looked at me in a daze. Seeing my messy hair, she doesn't care about being tired. She came to comb my hair and looked at my mother's pale face in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she were several years older at once. The work these days must have overwhelmed her. But for my naughty daughter, in order to get what I want, I would rather dress myself without rest. I secretly made a bold decision. After school, I cut off my beautiful braid myself. At this time, my mother came back. When she saw the long hair in my hand, everything understood.

The story of me and my mother

Lu's mother's story composition when she was a child

[Story composition of mother when she was a child]

When I was a child, my mother told me many stories about her childhood: in the grassland, in Xiangxi, in the south, in the north ... My mother lived in many places, and everywhere she went, there was a beautiful story, a story composition about her childhood. On the plateau my mother lived on the plateau for a while when she was a child. My mother said it was cold there. She can't breathe on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where she goes to primary school. Snow and ice will not melt in winter, and the main activity after winter is to play with snow. Dig a trap in the snow, pour mud into it, cover it with branches and leaves, pile some snow on it, step on a few footprints, walk in a string, and hide to see who steps on it; Also, if the snow doesn't melt all winter, there will be ice under the snow, and there will be ice where there is water. At this time, you can skate on it! However, if the ice is too thin, it will fall into the ditch! In summer, mom doesn't have to wear cotton-padded clothes. The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is beautiful in summer. The sun comes out almost every day. But the temperature is not high, only more than 20 degrees. At this time, the Tibetan antelope on the grassland can fly on the ground again, and the snow chicken comes out. It is a kind of bird with hemp feathers, so it is also called chicken. Everyone knows that Tibetan antelope is a poor plateau animal, with less than 1000. Because its horns are medicine and its skin is a good material for making clothes, it is very rare. In the sixth grade of primary school, it wrote a story composition of my mother when she was a child. Mom says there are not many snow chickens because they are not on the snow-capped mountains, but there are many snow chickens on the snow-capped mountains. Also, at that time, Tibetan antelopes were called antelopes, and they often ran in large groups on the grassland! How interesting! After living on the grassland for a period of time, my mother went to the plateau, left the holy land and came to the Gobi Desert in the corner of the plateau. (2) When I was in the third grade of primary school in Gobi Desert, my mother went to Gobi Desert. The snow on the Gobi desert is very different from that on the plateau. Although it is also very thick, it is very thick, and you will fall down after a few steps. So when my mother goes to school, she has to shovel while walking. If you want to be on duty, you should bring lunch and breakfast. When you get to the classroom, you should make a fire with coal, grab a steamed bread with your black hand and eat it at noon. In summer, licorice grows on the Gobi desert, so my mother picks one and puts it in her mouth. The spring water in the mountain crevice is sweet. When there is no water to drink, she puts a bottle on it. The school also planted sweet potatoes and raised angora rabbits. Everyone can take the sweet potato home, but the rabbit stays at school. Because rabbits are raised in schools. There are many animals in the yard! Cats, birds, a large nest of rabbits and so on. When I was a child, my mother often played with rabbits. One-month-old rabbits were the cutest! But in winter, some rabbits will be killed. Because all the trees in the yard have been skinned, they can't live. My mother lived a life of 14 on the grassland, then went to Xiangxi, then went to the south, and went to high school in the south, ending a wonderful childhood. My mother's story composition when she was a child, 750 words.

"Qi" fragment composition "My Story with Mom" should have a 600-word subtitle.

My mother gave me life. During my growing up, many things happened between my mother and me, and everything impressed me deeply.

I remember one night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me loudly, "Gao Tengxiao, what's wrong with you?" You made three mistakes when you calculated the problem of intersection 6! What a pity! "It turned out that my mother found that I made too many verbal mistakes, and I was so angry that I didn't play. My mother picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I thought indignantly at that time: "Are the questions at the three intersections wrong? "You don't have to scold me like that. Are you still hitting me so hard? " At the thought of this, I jumped up and shouted at my mother, "Why did you hit me?" Why did you hit me? "Mom has been angry, see me so add fuel to the fire, add fuel to the fire. Angry mother yelled at me again, "Don't you dare talk back …", picked up a small stick next to me and hit me until I screamed in pain, and my mother stopped hitting me.

By the time my mother came out of the room, I was already very angry, and the anger in my heart almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of my desk in a daze, and without hesitation, I picked up the notebook of my conversation with my mother-the dialogue record of my heart, tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. I was so happy that I finally threw up. But after a while, I began to regret it again: this is my heart dialogue book with my mother! How can you tear it off at will? I really want to slap myself.

At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in. She saw the messy pieces of paper on the ground. Without saying a word, she just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then folded them neatly and put them in the drawer. Then I sat down and reasoned with me calmly, and I slowly calmed down and felt that what I did was really wrong.

A short story about my mother and me.

When I was a child, my father left home for many years. So I grew up with my mother.

At that time, the family was still relatively poor. My mother has to wash clothes for me to go to school. When I was a child, I was not sensible and often brought a lot of trouble to my mother. Sometimes, I break other people's things and run away immediately, because I know that my mother will come to clean up the mess soon.

Naughty, I don't know how much trouble I have brought to my mother. But whenever I made a mistake, my mother didn't beat and scold me, but taught me patiently until I admitted my mistake.

I remember when I was eight years old, a classmate in a foreign teacher class bullied my classmate. I rushed to help my classmates in desperation. I hurt my classmates in the foreign teacher class and asked my mother to apologize for losing money. When I got home, my mother called me to her side and looked at me with hopeful eyes, waiting quietly for me to admit my mistake. I looked at my mother's tearful eyes and finally bowed my head in shame. ...

At the age of thirteen, my father stopped working in other places, and my family situation improved, but my mother was still frugal.

With a squeak, I accidentally ran away, and my pants tore a long hole. You can also contribute. I thought: Dad will definitely hit me this time. I'd better take my lucky money to a tailor tomorrow. ...

So I snuck home. I finally stayed up until I went to bed at night.

Vaguely, I feel as if there is a light flashing in front of my eyes. So I opened my eyes and found my pants on my mother's lap and a thread and needle in her hand. Alas, I still haven't escaped my mother's eyes. I thought.

It turned out that my mother got up in the middle of the night to mend my clothes in order to save money and prevent me from being scolded. My eyes are getting moist. In the dim light, I vaguely saw my mother covered with cotton-padded clothes and her hands were trembling with cold. But that damn thread can't get through the small pinhole in my mother's hand. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I stood up with tears in my eyes. I'm going to hold the weather-beaten hand I know best.

Send her love and hope. Just because I owe her so much. ...

Make up a short story for the sunflower and the sun.

Sunflower said to the sun

In autumn, walking into the campus, a wisp of fragrance comes to the nose. It must be osmanthus. On Valentine's Day, the girls were injured and took away those flower rights, white, red and black. Oh! That's a rose. On Mother's Day, mothers received flowers from their children with tears in their eyes. Oh! That's carnation. Sunflower is very sad in front of people's deep affection for it.

On this day, Sunflower said sadly to Grandpa Sun, "Grandpa Sun, why am I so tall and conspicuous among the flowers?" But people always describe some flowers such as roses, Chinese rose flowers and carnations as beautiful? " ? I am also a flower! People are equal. Why can't flowers and flowers be equal? It's not fair! "

Grandpa Sun twisted my nose and said kindly, "Children, they are more beautiful than you, but."

"Hum! Even you are sarcastic! Whoops ~ am I really so inferior to them? " Sunflower interrupted Sun's father-in-law and said with inferiority.

Grandfather Sun immediately said, "No, people often say that' a judge by his appearance'. In fact, flowers can't look good! Roses are no better than you. Because you can bear rich and delicious fruits, but they can't. They can produce enchanting and beautiful flowers, but you can't. In fact, you are equal. "

Sunflower was deeply inspired after listening to it. It turns out that everyone has his own uses, and I am the so-called "behind-the-scenes hero".

Write a short story with the sun, heavy rain and forest.

The heavy rain had just come to an end, and then it began to rain lightly, and the puddle was full of muddy rain. I came to the door, a fresh air came to my face, and a few naughty raindrops kissed my face, which made me awake a lot. I went back to the house and began to do my homework again.

After a while, I looked up and saw butterflies flying all over the sky outside the window, including red, yellow, white and blue … Look! A butterfly is still picking honey on that crape myrtle tree! Its wings merge together, as if forgetting the whole world. Look, those dancing butterflies look like dancers. I hurried out to interview these beautiful dancers. The frightened butterfly saw my unexpected guests fly away one by one.

Arriving at the door, the rain stopped. I saw my mother's small vegetable garden. The roots of green onions have leaked out of the ground, and beans are lying on the ground like drunken idlers. The birds chirped, as if singing that beautiful and tactful song, which fascinated me. A gust of wind blew, willow leaves danced in the air, and then fell quietly on my head, awakening me from intoxication.

Slowly, the sun came out. The leaves of beans look delicate in the sun, like pieces of green jade. At this time, the sun is not as gentle as it was just now. People who are blown by hot air are lazy, as if they were "sleepy" whispering in your ear: "Sleep! Sleep! " I like this beautiful summer, and I like the ever-changing and colorful rainy season after the rainstorm.