Mother's excellent composition on Thanksgiving Day

In normal study, work and life, people often come into contact with composition, which is a kind of speech activity for people to express their feelings in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is an excellent composition of gratitude to your mother, which I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

Grateful for Mother's Excellent Composition 1 There is a kind of love in the world that is unparalleled, and that is mother's love! So the most rewarding person in the world is mom.

Yes, in a blink of an eye, I will be 16 years old. 16 years have passed, and you have paid too much for me. Thank you for giving me life, and for your meticulous care and love for me.

I remember I was in poor health when I was three years old. It happened that one night I had a high fever and it rained heavily, and my father was not at home. So it's almost two o'clock in the middle of the night, and there is no car outside. You took me three stops to the hospital, but I woke up the next day to know that you had been lying in my hospital bed all night. I didn't feel anything at the time. But when you grow up, you will know how great you are when you think about it.

Mom, you not only take care of me in life, but also tell me how to be a man; "Fire should be hollow, and people should be loyal. People in the world are most afraid of the word "serious" ... these words were all answered casually at that time, but I never remembered them. At the moment, your words are as good as those of the great philosopher. Although they are not famous sayings handed down from generation to generation, I will regard them as treasures, as my code of conduct, and bury them in the deepest part of my heart.

Mom, you are like a cup of tea. It's your tenderness, drinking your warmth in cold nights, drinking your mellowness in loneliness, drinking your indifference in tears, and caring for your whole life.

I was doing my homework at home this day, and my mother took my brother out. I was alone at home facing all kinds of food in the kitchen and decided to cook a dish for my mother.

I put the bread in the toaster, started baking bread, poured the porridge into the rice cooker and started cooking. I brushed the pot clean and put it aside, ready to cut vegetables. I first put the meat on the chopping block and picked up a knife to cut it. As a result, the knife almost cut my hand, and I screamed with fear. But I thought my mother would do the same thing when cooking every day. She never makes a fuss. I only did it once. What is there to be afraid of?

So I continued to cut vegetables and put them in the pot. After a while, the meal was ready and my mother just came back.

When I saw my mother coming back, I immediately said, "Mom, try my craft." Hearing this, my mother immediately changed her clothes and sat down and said, "I want to see how my son's craftsmanship is." So she began to eat. She ate my cooked meat first, then closed her eyes and said, "Well, my son is a good cook and can be a chef." I'm ecstatic about it.

After my mother finished eating, I returned to my room, and I tasted my food curiously, only to find a problem: I put sugar when I should have put salt, but the sugar put salt. But my mother is still very happy. I must be more filial to her in the future.

Thanks to my mother's excellent composition. 3 Whose heart, like an angel, tolerates our faults? Whose face is like chrysanthemum's face, and always smiles every day? Whose hand is omnipotent and omnipotent like Superman? Whose love is like the love of pearls, so pure, precious and priceless?

The angel's heart is the mother's heart. From before to now, when I stepped on my mother's mine, although you were so angry, I saw that the volcano was about to erupt. At this time, my mother will leave the scene instantly, and the scene is silent. When you appeared again, I felt more guilty with my favorite fruit in my hand. Mom! Your angel heart is infinite. Always tolerate my mistakes and give me a chance to correct them.

Pearl's love is maternal love. From a hungry baby to a lively and healthy me, I have received great concern and positive encouragement in my daily life and academic knowledge. My mother watched over me day and night when I was ill. Although you are tired, you are not careless for a moment. When I encounter setbacks, my mother is my eternal supporter. Your words inspired my heart and gave me more strength to break through the tight encirclement. How precious and priceless your pure love is!

Mom! Thank you for everything you have done for me, and thank God for giving me a smart and conscientious mother, which makes me feel warm and happy. I hope you will be healthy and happy forever. This is my greatest blessing.

I want to thank my great mother. Why should I say great? Let me tell you something!

Last night, I said to my mother, "Mom, you don't need to drive me tomorrow. I can go to school by bus alone. " Mother said, "Well, you can go by bus tomorrow." After listening to my mother's words, I jumped two feet high happily, then walked into the room without saying a word, and soon fell asleep in bed.

The next morning, I got up early, brushed my teeth, said goodbye to my mother after breakfast and set off. I walked under the platform, looked at the stop sign and waited patiently for the no.38 bus. After a while, the No.38 bus finally arrived, and I queued up to get on the bus in order. At first, I listened carefully to the radio for fear of taking the wrong channel. When I listened, I remembered what the teacher told us yesterday. Suddenly, I heard the last stop. When I got off the bus, I suddenly heard my mother's voice She looked at me with a battery car and said, "son, why are you here?" Isn't your school behind? " I blushed and said, "Yes, Mom, I took the wrong station." I asked my mother, "Why are you here?" . Mom said, "I happened to pass by here when I was shopping." You go to school in my car. "I said," OK ",and then I got on the bus.

In fact, I know that my mother has been riding behind me, and I am afraid that this little tiger will park in the wrong place. I love my mother.

To tell the truth, I rely on my mother very much at home, but one thing inspired me deeply.

This is a homecoming festival.

My mother is very capable. Although she is really busy, because she runs a factory at home and works endlessly all day, she dare not be a little vague about me and my sister. This is called meticulous! I love my mother, too, alas! A wonderful one-month holiday has passed, so I should go back to school.

My mother was too busy to take care of my sister, so she sent me there. Today, my mother said, "Son, you are going to school! Whose car are you taking? " "oh? Really? " I looked at my watch. It was 2: 3, and it was almost too late! "mom! We have to hurry! " Just then, suddenly, my mother said, "Can you take the bus?" In an instant, my heart was cold, and my mother was so heartless! Let me take the bus alone! I was just about to say "no!" However, what popped out of his mouth was "Oh … Um … OK." Maybe it's because I don't want to disappoint my mother!

My mother's figure disappeared until I stared at the old place. My heart is full of fear. The bus doesn't seem to take me to Yueqing, but to the land of bad luck. My idea of Lige is cold and diligent. However, this is the first time to take the bus alone.

An hour's journey seems to have passed more than ten years in my heart.

When I got off the bus and met my aunt, I felt much more comfortable. Later, I found that taking the bus was a trivial matter for me, and I was very independent.

Mom, your indifference is always selfless love! I am grateful to you! I love you!

This day is a special day, and my birthday is also my mother's Good Friday. Thank you very much for bringing me to this colorful world. I gave my mother a deep kiss. On this happy day, I want to say to my mother: Mom, I love you.

Although my mother is very strict with me and will beat me, I know that my mother is good for me and wants me to be successful when I grow up, so I never blame my mother. My mother goes to work during the day and comes back at night to cook, wash clothes and help me with my homework. How hard mom works! So I said to myself, I must study hard to repay my mother in the future.

On this day, my mother satisfied my desire for a good meal. I can eat whatever I want. Usually in my mother's eyes, I can feast my eyes on those junk foods. This is a great birthday! My mother also ordered a beautiful fruit cake for me, which contains all kinds of fruits, a group of cute pigs and my animal symbol-a cute monkey. I can't bear to eat them.

I want to thank my mother for all this. My mother is old, so I must take care of her as my mother takes care of me.

On July 8th, Wan Li was clear, which was a special day-March 8th Women's Day. On this day, the school held an open day for parents, which made all the students deeply feel the maternal love.

The activity has begun. We sat quietly next to our mother one by one. The host stepped onto the stage, announced the start of the team and began to watch the wonderful program with relish. What impressed me most was the poems recited by three classes. The reciting students walked on the stage neatly, arranged in several triangles, and then began to recite. The sound is pure and simple, warm and powerful. It is this ordinary and kind voice that touched many people.

Yes, maternal love is like a ray of sunshine, which nourishes our growth all the time every day, leaving us with dead leaves; Motherly love is like an invisible fuse. No matter how far her children go, she still cares deeply. Motherly love is like a mountain, hugging us tightly, protecting us, regardless of our own safety.

Next, the host said, "Let's talk to mothers!" The students suddenly became twittering birds, and they told their mother what they thought. March 8 activities ended in everyone's complaints, and everyone reluctantly separated from their mother.

This March 8 activity let me know my mother's concern and how to repay my mother. I really want to say, "Mom, I love you."

I have been in this world for eleven years. In these eleven years, many people have cared about me and helped me, but it is my mother who has paid the most for me.

But my mother gave it to you, and you are my personal teacher. You are an example to learn from in my life. You should write down my growth: your love for me is like a boat, carrying me to a better future; Your love for me is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; You always pay for me silently.

Mom, you said you loved me and were afraid I was hungry. I remember one time, it was so cold that I stuck my head out of bed, but there was the sound of pots and pans in my ear, which kept me awake. So I went to the balcony and looked into the kitchen. I vaguely saw my mother's figure shaking in the kitchen, as if cooking for me. After a while, I smelled a delicious smell. This is, when you came to my room and saw that I had got up, you smiled and said to me, "You have got up. I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but I didn't expect you to get up. Come to dinner and go to school. " "Mom, today is Sunday. I don't have to go to school. My mother raised me and gave me selfless care. I am grateful to my mother.

I remember it was a Friday night, and the cold wind was blowing violently. Snowflakes are floating in the sky. Although it didn't rain much, it covered the road.

My friends and I are playing in the warm classroom, waiting for my mother to take me home. I don't know how cold it is outside. Half an hour passed, my mother finally came, and I walked out of the classroom. At this time, a biting cold wind, like a sword, seems to be able to wear through the skin. Although wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, I was still shivering with cold, so I had to endure the cold and sit behind the battery car. A cold wind blew, and I kept trembling. I didn't want to enjoy the snowflakes any more.

My mother suddenly stopped the car. Without saying anything, she took off her coat and put it on me, while riding against the wind in a thin sweater. At this point, I don't know what to say. The only thing I can do is to hug my mother tightly.

Unconsciously, the snow stopped and the sun emerged from the thick clouds. Although the wind is still blowing, I don't feel the chill at all. Because my mother's love for me, like this warm sunshine, drove away all the cold for me.

Thank my mother for giving me life and bringing me to this colorful world.

Thanks to my mother for raising me, let me grow up in teaching and grow up healthily in caring.

When I behaved well, my mother smiled a little at the corner of her mouth.

Encourage me "you are great".

My mother stared at me coldly with a straight face and said "no".

I made a mistake and didn't consider others.

My mother frowned and her eyes were red, telling me that she was very sad.

One hot summer night, my mother fanned me with a fan. On a cold rainy day, my mother covered my head with an umbrella, but she got wet.

When I was sick, my mother went to the hospital behind my back and touched my hot forehead. I was so anxious that I shed tears.

Cool breeze, umbrella and tears are all mom's love.

I want to learn to be grateful. I want to thank my mother with my own actions: greet my mother in the morning and evening;

Go out, listen to your mother and respond with "I know" to reassure her; When I came home from school, I reported "I am back" to my mother.

Remember to send a cup of hot water when mom is tired; Give mom a hug when she is unhappy;

I want to give happiness and happiness back to my mother.

Thank your mother for her excellent composition 1 1 Last Sunday, I went to an English class, but the teacher asked us to be a maple leaf to thank my mother.

First of all, I prepared scissors, maple leaves, white film and pens. First of all, I wrote the words of thanks to my mother on the maple leaf: Thankyou, which means, thank you, because you gave me the grace to raise me since I was a child. You gave me food, clothes and fun. To thank you, I made a maple leaf. Thank you. Then, I opened the white film, put the maple leaves in, covered the white film and gave it to the teacher. After reading it, the teacher gave me scissors. Finally, I cut the maple leaf.

I'll cut off the maple leaves first, so be very careful. I accidentally broke the long and thin roots, so I was very careful. I don't care if I'm sweating, I'll keep cutting my roots. When the roots are cut, the next step is to cut around the maple leaves. I'm telling you, maple leaves can't be cut around the edge, but they should come out a little, because if you cut around the edge, the white film will open and the maple leaves will fall. So when I cut it, I cut it along the edge, but when I cut the long leaves, suddenly, I almost cut the white film, almost, I cut it open.

After cutting, I showed the teacher a movie.

The teacher gave me a maple leaf and a steel ring. The teacher asked us to wear iron rings. I brought a hoop, but it's difficult to bring it. It took several turns to bring it. In this way, the maple leaf is finished!

I made a maple leaf today, knowing that it is not easy for mom and dad to make money, so we should scrimp and save in the future, and don't spend money indiscriminately.

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Many people deserve my thanks, including my grandma and grandpa who care about me. Give birth to me and raise my parents. My classmates who started to study and struggle with me in grade one ... but the most grateful person is my mother who raised me with one hand. From the day I was born, my mother cared for me in every way, took care of me and let me eat well. Wear warm clothes. Great ... until I was in the first grade of primary school, my mother taught me attentively and sent me to school by electric car every day, regardless of the cold winter and hot summer. Every morning, my mother gets up early to make breakfast, while I am still sitting in a sweet dream. After breakfast, mother went to wash clothes again. When I get up, she will take me to school. Before going to school, I always say, "Listen carefully in class!" " "I used to think my mother was too wordy, but her wordiness was all my love. I always have a delicious lunch after school every day. Why doesn't my mother do her own thing? Go to qq and play mahjong ... but my mother gave it up just for my little mother's forehead and wrinkles.

Whenever I do not do well in the exam, my mother will say something about me, but she doesn't scold me and tells me to work hard. If I do well in the exam, mom, let me not be proud. Ah, mom, thank you for your love for me.

We don't have to wait until we become mothers to understand our mothers.

Grateful for mom's excellent composition 13 "hurry up, mom!" " A cry came from the school gate. Huh? Why do mothers come to school today? Oh! It turns out that today is "March 8" Women's Day, and the school invited the mothers of fourth-grade students to come to the school to celebrate Women's Day.

In the morning, I came to school with my mother. They first came to the classroom to listen to our morning reading. Lu, the representative of English class, stood in front of the podium and read aloud. She has a beautiful voice and reads English like a little foreigner. Slowly, the sound of our reading spread all over the campus.

In a short time, the most exciting activity began-the March 8th Squadron Conference. Teachers and students have been preparing for this for a long time! My favorite program is Mama Baby, because this program is sung by Xinying and her mother, and I dance with three other students. We held flowers and performed around the singer. The audience under the stage sang along and applauded. Very lively. Another program touched the audience-grateful heart. All our classmates perform, sing and sign together. When we were halfway through, our mother cried and my eyes felt warm. At this time, I felt the greatness of maternal love, and it was the rain that infiltrated my little flower; Motherly love is the bright sunshine that warms my green forest; Motherly love is a bee that brews my sweet honey.

Thank you, mom, and I wish you a happy Women's Day!

Grateful mother's excellent composition 14 Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life. ...

When I heard this song, I saw a pair of tired hands that gave birth to my mother who raised me.

My mother is not tall, her eyes are round and bright, and there is a kind of attraction that attracts you like a black hole. She has several pimples on her nose and a small mouth. But her hands are rough and scarred. Then every scar is about a little love.

I remember once, I wanted to eat an apple, but my lovely and clumsy mother couldn't, so she cut all the meat, leaving only one apple core. I said no, so my mother had to cut another one, and I accidentally cut it. I looked at it and said, "No, no". My mother comforted me and said, "It's okay, baby, mom doesn't hurt." I know in my heart that my mother doesn't feel pain, but wants me to eat the apple. My mother cut it for me despite the pain. I ate the apple peeled by my mother, but my mother was there blowing her hand gently and wiping the wound. My eyes are moist. Looking at the cut made by my mother with a knife, I choked up while eating the apple.

Thank you, mom. I will repay your kindness when I grow up. You grew up with me, and I love you to death.

Thank you for your excellent composition 15. It seems that a stream has been flowing in my mind, which makes me remember it vividly.

On that day, the sky was overcast with lightning and thunder, the wind roared, the rainstorm laughed wildly and the branches swayed. In this bad weather, my home is warm and full of love.

My mother is ill, lying in bed with a painful expression. I looked at my mother in pain and wanted to pour her a glass of water. I ran to pour water and slowly became thirsty. I picked up the cup and tried to swallow it in one gulp, but the thought of my mother's pain immediately made me not thirsty for a while. Thinking about it, I heard my mother speak painfully: I want to drink water. I was lost in thought and looked at the glass of water like a fountain with countless beautiful flowers floating on it, making it more beautiful. My hand involuntarily approached the water, and my tongue involuntarily reached out and drank some, and suddenly stopped. Does my mother usually pour me water to drink by herself? No, when was my mother not with me when I was sick? And every time I come back from work, rain or shine.

I put the cup firmly on the table, then picked it up, strode to my mother and handed her the water. My mother didn't drink, so she hugged me and said, my child has grown up! At that moment, I shed tears, and so did my mother. The heavy rain outside seems to be quelled by these tears.

It can't be imprinted in my mind forever, just like a scar will heal, but I will be filial to my mother and engrave the word gratitude in my heart in the future.