It's good to have a mother at home.

On a quiet night, the sky was shrouded in darkness, and the twinkling stars originally embedded in the sky disappeared. My pen rustled in the orange light. A cold wind blew in from the window and brushed my cheek. I can't help sneezing. Maybe the loud sneeze disturbed my sensitive mother. My mother gently pushed open the door, put a steaming cup of coffee on my desk and said kindly, "Go to bed early and don't catch a cold." When my mother left, I looked at her back and suddenly found that my mother was only wearing thin clothes. I hold this cup of warm coffee and smell the refreshing and attractive aroma. The scene that comes to my mind is hazy and clear. Like ripples in water. ...

Winter in primary and secondary schools is colder in my memory, and the world is dyed white with goose feather-like snow, creating a sad atmosphere. One day after school, it began to snow again. I walked on my way home and regretted not listening to my mother and putting on more clothes. The cold wind on the road waved like a sickle of death and cut my skin. I'm surrounded by a snow vortex, and I can't walk a step. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the distance-my mother's figure. I have a warm feeling in my heart. My mother came up to me, held my hand and looked at my red hand. My mother's eyes are moist. Walking home with my mother, my mother held my hand tightly and asked me if I was cold from time to time. I always feel the temperature from my mother on my hands, and my heart is very warm.

I was also very naughty in primary school, because I had a caring mother, and I always showed fearlessness. However, even the Monkey King is afraid of Tang Priest's spell, so I am still afraid of my angry father. I remember one time when I was "playing crazy", I called several partners to have a "party" at home, and we danced happily like brothers who hadn't seen each other for half a century. Suddenly, I jumped and knocked my dad's favorite vase off the windowsill and broke it to the ground. I am very afraid of this troublemaker. I'm afraid of my dad's face when he's angry. I didn't care to clean up the broken bottle residue, so I quickly let my friend go home and got into bed and didn't dare to come out. Slowly, I fell asleep in fear ... It was night after I woke up, and my father came home from work. Strangely, he didn't ask me about the vase or blame me. Later, I bravely asked my father about it, until my mother told him that she accidentally knocked down and broke it while cleaning, and my mother took the blame for me. Suddenly, I remembered that I did hear my father's roar that day, not to me, but to my mother. Because of mom, I didn't get hit that time.

In this quiet night, I hold warm coffee and savor it carefully. What I feel is not only the taste of coffee, but also the maternal love like sunshine and rain.

In this quiet night, my heart is crying: Mom, it's good to have you!

It's good to have a mother at home. It's good to have my mother with me. In the silent night, the sky was shrouded in darkness, and the stars originally embedded in the sky disappeared.

My pen rustled in the orange light.

A cold wind blew in from the window and brushed my cheek. I can't help sneezing. Maybe it's too loud to disturb my sensitive mother. My mother gently pushed open the door, put a steaming cup of coffee on my desk and said kindly, "Go to bed early and don't catch a cold."

"When my mother left, I looked at her back and suddenly found that my mother was only wearing thin clothes. I carried this cup of warm coffee and smelled the refreshing and attractive aroma. The scene that comes to my mind is hazy and clear.

Just like the ripples in the water ... I remember it was even colder in winter when I was in primary school. The heavy snow like goose feathers dyed the world white, creating a sad atmosphere.

One day after school, it began to snow again. I walked on my way home and regretted not listening to my mother and putting on more clothes. The cold wind on the road waved like a sickle of death and cut my skin. I'm surrounded by a snow vortex, and I can't walk a step. At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the distance-my mother's figure.

I have a warm feeling in my heart. My mother came up to me, held my hand and looked at my red hand. My mother's eyes are moist.

Walking home with my mother, my mother held my hand tightly and asked me if I was cold from time to time. I always feel the temperature from my mother on my hands, and my heart is very warm.

I was also very naughty in primary school, because I had a caring mother, and I always showed fearlessness. However, even the Monkey King is afraid of Tang Priest's spell, so I am still afraid of my angry father. I remember one time when I was "playing crazy", I called several partners to have a "party" at home, and we danced happily like brothers who hadn't seen each other for half a century.

Suddenly, I jumped and knocked my dad's favorite vase off the windowsill and broke it to the ground. I am very afraid of this troublemaker. I'm afraid of my dad's face when he's angry. I didn't care to clean up the broken bottle residue, so I quickly let my friend go home and got into bed and didn't dare to come out.

Slowly, I fell asleep in fear ... It was night after I woke up, and my father came home from work. Strangely, he didn't ask me about the vase or blame me.

Later, I bravely asked my father about it, until my mother told him that she accidentally knocked down and broke it while cleaning, and my mother took the blame for me. Suddenly, I remembered that I did hear my father's roar that day, not to me, but to my mother.

Because of mom, I didn't get hit that time.

In this quiet night, I hold warm coffee and savor it carefully. What I feel is not only the taste of coffee, but also the maternal love like sunshine and rain.

In this quiet night, my heart is crying: Mom, it's good to have you! ...

Mom writes so well [Mom writes so well] Mom is so good. I don't know. She helped me. Mom is very good at writing.

Make my thesis better and better.

It's very kind of mom. Once, I accidentally fell on my bike.

Mom saw it and ran to help me stop wrestling.

My mother is so nice. Once my mother was ill.

I'm hungry, so my mother quickly got out of bed and fried the rice to make me full.

Mom is so good, we are like saplings, and each one is like a gardener, which makes us grow up quickly.

It's very kind of my mother to write 100 for primary school students (/).

Mom, it's good to have you. It's good to have a mother. "Only mothers are good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is like grass.

"When I think of this song, I will think of my mother.

My mother is a lovely, kind and hardworking mother. She cooks good food for me every day, takes care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and cares about my study and health in every possible way.

My mother understands me and loves me.

My mother has to do so much housework every day to help me study. Seeing the white hair on my mother's head, I know that my mother has paid a lot for me and gave me a happy childhood.

How attached I am to my mother.

Now that I have grown up, I know how to feel distressed and considerate of my mother. When my mother moves heavy things, I always rush to move them. When it is cold, I will bring a cotton-padded jacket to my mother.

Will leave delicious food for mom.

I gave 600 yuan from the lucky money to my mother to buy beautiful clothes to express my feelings.

Mom, don't mention how happy you are.

She always touches my little face with rough hands, and her eyes show the light of love.

I am lying in my mother's arms, warm and happy.

My mother wants me to study independently, know how to take care of my body and be a self-reliant person. My mother gave me all her love. I will cherish it, study hard and live up to my mother's expectations.

Win glory for yourself and your mother. My mother loves me, and I love her.

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It's good to have a mother. Whenever I hear the song "Only Mom is Good in the World", I can't help but think of my mother's love for me.

My mother is very concerned about me. Every time I go to school, my mother will gently say "be careful crossing the road" to me! My mother says that every morning. I think my mother is nagging, but sometimes I can't hear her nagging and feel something is missing. This is my mother's love for me. Every mother will do this.

My mother will not only give me gentle reminders in my life, but also patiently coach me in my studies.

Once at noon, I couldn't answer a question, but I was in a hurry because I was going to school soon.

Just then, my mother smiled and asked me, "What's the matter? What's the problem? " I should be a morosely.

My mother bent down gently and stared at the problem intently. When my mother was reading the topic, I saw the sweat on her forehead.

After a while, my mother suddenly realized and explained it to me. It is really "thinking about change when you are poor."

I will repay my parents with the best results in the future.

Ah! Motherly love is selfless and great; Motherly love is the galaxy of love. It's good to have maternal love! That's wonderful, Zhuo Fei. Your ability to accept knowledge is really strong. Mom is a good mother, and you are a good boy! I hope that "a hundred feet will go further!"

My mother is so nice. Maternal love is selfless. I believe every mother will warm her baby with a fiery heart-my mother is no exception. I remember one thing. It was a Sunday afternoon in autumn. When I finished my English class in Medina, it rained, but it rained heavily. Some places have become puddles, and the low road surface has formed water flow. Some adults don't use umbrellas. Mother brought a raincoat. She put it on and let me sit in the front seat of the electric car. "You can't get wet in the rain!" "My mother said as she pulled my raincoat forward and closed it for me, and we set off. Along the way, I found through the gap under my raincoat that when the car came, a lot of water splashed in the puddle, as if dancing. Fortunately, I was protected by my mother, otherwise, I would be covered in mud. The rain in the ear, the whistling wind and the "swish" sound of car wheels are mixed together. Finally, I was relieved when I got off the bus. Looking back, I froze. My mother's hair is covered with rain, and it is still dripping. My coat was soaked by the rain and my trouser legs were wet. My eyes were red and swollen by the rain, and my mother's hands were stiff with cold. I was surprised and said, "Why is it so wet? "My mother looked indifferent and said," Nothing, as long as you are not wet. "My in the mind also very sour. It's all for me. When I got home and went into my room to do my homework, I was shocked: my desk was neat, my bed was flat and the floor was spotless. By the way, it's my mother. It must be my mother who came back to clean my room in the rain when I was in class. Mine. When I walked up to my mother and looked at her still swollen eyes and the figure of her wiping her hair, I leaned in my mother's ear and said, "Mom! It's very kind of you ... " ...

It's good to have a home. Home is a big tree. Maybe it can't give you huge fruits, but it can always shelter you from the wind and rain. Home is a harbor. Maybe it can't give you rich harvest, but it will always block the storm for you. Home may be humble, but it is always the warmest.

My childhood home is like the cradle of my growth. Only joy without worry, you can play on your father's back and coquetry in your mother's arms.

I can pester my father to take me to the children's park during the day and listen to stories in my mother's arms at night.

In my spare time, my family sat on the third floor and painted pictures that others could not understand, often songs that others could not understand, but my parents and I were moved because it contained the warmth of home.

As I get older, my father can't carry me, and I have no patience to listen to my mother's stories, but my home is always warm.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, my parents will comfort me and encourage me to get good grades when I get home; Whenever something goes wrong, my parents will enlighten me and make my personality more cheerful.

Day after day, I can't get good grades without the indispensable pillar of my family. When I am in trouble, my home is my safe haven.

It's good to have a home! When encountering problems, my father searched the question bank for information, and soon had a complete answering process, as well as my father's old smile.

When I stay up to review, my mother will wait for me and make me a midnight snack, maybe just a bowl of wonton and a boiled egg, but my bloodshot eyes are full of warmth.

Home, everything makes me warm again.

Home is really so warm and wandering in the distance. If you are homesick, please come back! Although home can't give you superficial wealth, it gives you a lot of spiritual wealth.

After all, it feels good to have a home! ! Home, we are all familiar with this word, but what does it really mean, just an ordinary small family? I don't think so. There must be something else.

Home can be our home anywhere. As long as there is affection and collective feeling, we can call it home.

Aren't those homeless people like that? Although the road is cold, it is still their home. As long as there is a place to live, it may be the greatest happiness! It's good to have a home! Home is the result of my mother's efforts. She worked hard all her life, but never complained, silently supporting this warm little home.

For her, as long as I grow up happily and have a healthy body, this is the driving force for her to persist.

It's good to have a home! Home is a gray hair on my father's head. When my sister gave it to my father, I saw the slightest white hair on his head, and my heart was shaking and tears filled my eyes. He worked tirelessly for this family.

He is responsible for everything at home, which is why he has white hair! His humor, his kindness, and his ... are all in my mind.

It's good to have a home! Home is my attitude of cultivating my teachers hard. The classroom is quiet, and the students are all immersed in their homework. There is a man standing on the podium in the classroom, smiling placidly, and all the students are sitting. Only he stood, day and night, regardless of the season, he still stood without complaint. Maybe he has eaten too much silver chalk, but he still stands there.

It's good to have a home! Home is my school that guards me day and night. There, I got a pair of wings and flew freely with the sails of knowledge.

There, I put aside my troubles and worries and be the happiest myself.

The red flag fluttered in the wind on the playground. He tried his best to push forward and work hard. Those weeping willows hold on to their posts relentlessly. It's good to have a home! Home is my dear motherland, and 56 nationalities are sleeping soundly in its arms. Like a loving mother, she guards her children with her own flesh and blood, and the children live up to her mother's expectations. Everyone has opened up a field of their own with their own efforts. It's good to have a home! Home, a warm harbor, is a warm collective and a dear motherland, where parents support a clear sky with their loving three-dimensional children; Children use filial piety to give meaning to their parents. It's good to have a home! Home can be one, two, three or even countless. As long as it is rooted in the land, it can be called home.

The Sichuan earthquake collapsed their house, but the house can be rebuilt after it collapsed, but Jiale can't be established, so the survivors are very excited to hug their loved ones, because they still have home and affection. It's good to have a home! I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I get home. "I'm back!" "I shouted, but there was no response. The house was empty and dark, just me and the air. Another lonely night.

It happens every time! I looked at the dark night sky, numb and thought I was left behind every time! Is this home or not? So strange, so helpless, so empty. It's like a dead man's grave. It's not angry at all. Maybe this is my grave ... Finally, one day, my parents came home to find me in trouble: "How are your grades?" It gets worse every day! Do you want it or not? We provide schools for you all day, so you can buy anything you want! Want to learn to buy a piano, want to play computer to buy a computer, want to read what books, want to ... "I listened carefully to my parents' scolding and laughed to myself: Hum, this is exactly what I want! When my parents finished speaking, I fought back. I didn't say anything casually, but it was very tactful. I'm not exaggerating, but every word is true. Finally, I summed it up in one sentence: "You don't love me, you don't have this home in your heart!" " Looking at my stunned parents, I was a little proud, and then I walked into my room without looking back. Maybe they didn't expect that their obedience to me became a weapon for me to stab them.

I still remember my words and my parents' expressions.

I appreciate my words, but I hope I will never do it again.

After half a year, I was surprised by the great changes in my parents. Now I am not a friend but a mother in the Spring Festival. During the Spring Festival, I am no longer setting off firecrackers alone in the ice and snow, but my father is with me.

I'm so happy, so excited, and so afraid that time will pass too fast that I won't even take a bite.

That's what I told my mother. My mother patted me on the head with a smile and said, "It's still a long time. I will always accompany you and wait for you to go home every night."

She realized this sentence.

No matter how late you go back every day, you will never face the air again. My mother will light a lamp. ...

My mother's composition is 500 words. My mother is of medium height, fair-skinned, not very beautiful but dignified and generous. She dresses like a human being, not fashionable but elegant.

Mother has a bad personality and often loses her temper.

Every coin has its two sides. Do you want to know? Mother is an ingenious person who can make many exquisite handicrafts.

The wind chimes she made are very beautiful, in all shapes and colors. They hang in front of my window. They are very beautiful, especially some decorations under the wind chimes are very beautiful. Whenever the wind blows, they will emit sweet * * *, which sounds like wings and can fly far away.

I like my mother's handwriting, neat and clear; She is good at typing with five strokes on the computer. Only urr saw ten fingers flying up and down on the keyboard, which dazzled you. With just a few clicks, a long line of words appears on the computer screen.

Mother likes singing and sings very well. I can hum the songs she can sing, but I don't like listening to songs and I don't want to sing.

Mom is also good at conditioning in family life. Her steamed bread is round and white and has a special fragrance. They are delicious. I have a healthy body, and I can't do without those delicious steamed buns.

Mom's cooking is more delicious. I like her snacks best, such as fried cabbage, mutton kebabs, steamed stuffed buns and mushrooms, which are much more delicious than those sold on the road. I don't have enough to eat.

Mom is a very serious and careful person.

When she takes something seriously, her eyes are so wide that she won't stop until there is no result.

She is more careful when typing on the computer. No matter how wonderful any sound or program appears on TV, she seems to have never heard or seen it.

Mom also has many shortcomings. Usually I dare not say that writing a composition today is a good opportunity.

My mother has a bad temper and is always angry for no reason. When she speaks, she often raises her voice by an octave, which scares me. Then the air in the whole room seems to be cold, so I naturally have no good fruit to eat. I think it would be better if she didn't lose her temper. At least I won't be treated as a punching bag.

What's more, sometimes my mother doesn't keep her word.

For example, I once agreed to take me to Tianqi Temple on Sunday afternoon. I was very happy and prepared early, but she didn't take me because she didn't get enough sleep in the afternoon. I was really disappointed.

Also, my mother always compares my shortcomings with the advantages of others, which is what I hate most.

I really hope my mother can get rid of these bad habits and make our family full of joy forever.

This is my mother, a respectable, lovely person with personality, but people can't understand her temper.

I love my mother, forever, forever.

It's good to have a mother at home. It's good to have a mother at home. There were a group of children in the country when their parents were away. You will find that their clothes are poorer than those in the city, and they play crazily than those in the city, but by chance, I found that they have an indescribable power.

During the summer vacation, I made up a month's lessons for a group of children in my hometown primary school. The general impression is that they are playing too crazy and there is too much noise in class. By the standards of good students, they are simply useless. In the afternoon, I often assign them to write compositions. I remember that the topic I assigned that afternoon was housework. At first, I was really worried that they couldn't write, because everyone said that today's children are the prosperous generation. I can't do any housework at all, but unexpectedly, several students stood up and asked if it was okay to write about housework. I nodded in surprise and said, "Of course." For the remaining hour, I watched them work hard and often asked some difficult words in dialect. I can't find the north.

When I put all their compositions on the platform, I moved a chair and sat in front of the platform as usual, reading the students' compositions one by one. After reading the first composition, I choked back my tears, but when I saw the second one, I couldn't help it, so I had to turn my back on the group of students under the podium.

Because my tears have overflowed my eyes, the group of classmates behind me are as noisy as ever, which is completely different from when I wrote my composition just now. So that afternoon, I did the most humiliating thing as a teacher. I turned around and shouted to them with red eyes, "If you make trouble again, go outside the teacher." Then, I fled the classroom with my composition book in my arms, perhaps frightened by my appearance. That afternoon, the students kept silent.

On the surface, I put on a normal expression, but inside, I have never been calm, and I have changed for them since then.

Most of their parents go out to work, and some even live in distant cities. Many children stay at home and go to school with their elderly parents. When they got up in the morning, they were waiting for a plate of dirty clothes they changed last night, so the cold winter floated in my mind.

Their red hands rubbed their clothes in the biting cold water, and many heavy farm work was even done by the children and their father's milk. I always remember the barbell at home. When I was a child, my father always asked me to do a lot of lifting things, so that barbells should not be marked, but always have obvious marks in one third of the place.

I dare not write any comments on their compositions, or even read them for the second time. When I was young, people asked me too many questions, "Do you miss your parents?" Knowing helplessness and sadness, we don't want to make the same mistake again, because we have all learned to cover up loneliness and sadness when our parents are not at home with laughter and slapstick, and understand that the birds in the nest in the forest must stay in the nest and wait for the old birds to bring back food before they can thrive.

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Motherly love remembers that it was a snowy winter and the whole earth became extremely cold.

In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother calling me by the bed, urging me to get up quickly.

I was reluctant to leave the warm bed and kept yawning. After freshening up, I came to the table to have breakfast.

I sat at the table and looked at the delicious breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks.

I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, talking endlessly, complaining to myself, "If you eat these every morning, you won't change your taste!" " Grandma saw that I looked depressed and asked a few questions with concern.

Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack" and kicked off the stool. At this time, I seemed to be out of control, venting all my dissatisfaction on my grandmother, blaming her for cooking badly, why not change my taste ... After "unreasonable", I threw my chopsticks on the ground and sat on the sofa with a pout, panting.

Grandma didn't say anything, just put down the chopsticks gently and stopped eating.

I see. Grandma is unhappy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty.

Grandma worked hard to cook for me, but I was so picky. I want to admit my mistake in front of grandma, but I don't have the courage.

On this day, I came to the classroom with an anxious mood, and I always felt a little sorry.

I dare not face up to the eyes of teachers and classmates, because I am afraid that they will find this "secret", so I keep my head down and keep silent, and the scene at that time always comes to my mind.

I remember that the teacher told us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents and to respect our elders, but I was … so ashamed that I couldn't hold my head any longer, and felt that the days passed so slowly.

The bell rang and I trudged to the door. I looked up and saw a stool and a pair of slippers standing at the door as before. My grandmother used to do this so as not to waste my time. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed.

I put on my slippers and went into the house. The room is empty and there is no one in sight. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom are not at home, but there is a "delicious" table on the table. The delicious food attracted me and I couldn't sit still. This table of different flavors of food makes my mouth water. I "ransacked" it willy-nilly and patted it with satisfaction.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my "garbage dump"-my desk was cleaned and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. The quilt is also spread on the bed, and my favorite doll is placed on my pillow ... Seeing this, my heart was moved infinitely.

I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note under my pillow: "Today, we are not at home. Don't watch it too late at night."

It's cold, put on your clothes, don't catch cold ... "Seeing this scene, I couldn't help it any longer. I cried in bed. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, silent love can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will last forever even under the pressure of winter.

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