Write a composition with the characteristics of describing characters, my mother.

1. "My mother" composition highlights the characteristics of people not less than 300 words. At an early age, I thought about writing an article to my mother more than once, always fantasizing about adding all the gorgeous words.

Unexpectedly, this masterpiece will be "born" in such a vulgar way today (hehe, it is self-deprecating). "My mother" should be a title that even primary school students disdain to quote.

I have also thought about calling my mother an "angel" or writing a beautiful prose poem for her, as if only in this way can I express my passion. So, I'm annoyed. My clumsy hands can't describe the loving mother who worked hard for me day and night, year after year. It seems that as long as she wrote it, it would be a great blasphemy to her.

Today, many years later, I finally understand that my mother, she is not a work of art, and she does not need endless praise from the outside world. She is just my mother, an unpretentious mother with the richest emotional core. I remember I said before that if I had to use an animal to describe my mother, then I would think my mother was a cow, a hardworking cow; A selfless dedication, regardless of return; A tireless, gentle and kind cow.

Mom and dad grew up in a poor family, ranking first in the family, and she prematurely provoked a family burden that did not match her age. Poor living conditions deprived her of the right to a better education.

I will never forget the day when my mother looked at my textbook in a daze. What kind of eyes that should be! Infinite longing and hope, as if she lost not only her whole childhood, but also the hope and happiness of growth.

At that time, I actually scoffed at this and thought it was a very vulgar and contemptuous look. This should be my biggest mistake so far.

I am not a person who can take care of other people's emotions. To put it bluntly, I am selfish, even selfish. When I was a child, I couldn't think of anything comforting except endless fatigue and boredom with my mother.

Maybe, but compared with hard work, it is simply shameful. But mom doesn't seem to be angry with me for this.

I remember the only time I confronted her like this: at that time, I just went to preschool, and on the first day of class, the teacher didn't teach new lessons, but just said something irrelevant. As for what was specifically said, I really can't remember now. When I came home from school that afternoon, my mother asked me what my teacher had taught me. I said "no", very simple.

Mom asked me to recite another children's song, and I said "no". I think whoever's mother hears such a "neat" answer will be anxious.

What happened next, I can't remember clearly, vaguely, as if I could still see my mother's eyes, gray, gloomy, and perhaps, more, disappointed. Fortunately, in the days to come, I didn't embarrass her in my studies. Primary school has been going well, even if it is not good, but at least a few times I saw my mother's smile, with a hint of joy, comfort and satisfaction.

Yes, it is the wish of all mothers in the world to see that their children's efforts have paid off. When I was a child, under the guidance of my mother, I developed a good habit of being polite to people.

Naturally, I am more used to looking for ways to do things from my mother's eyes. A candy given by my uncle, my mother closed her eyes and motioned for me to accept it; My aunt's dollar, my mother's eyes told me, no.

Over the years, I have learned to restrain myself with courtesy in this way. So I often say to myself, "My favorite is my mother, and my favorite is my mother's eyes".

I like to hear people say to me, "You look just like your mother". Similarly, I like to hear people praise me for being smart and beautiful, whether it's a sincere compliment or a fake lesbian relationship, in short, they said it, and my mother laughed. At this moment, I know that my mother is happy and I feel richer.

I know I have some good qualities or beautiful things, even only one or two, but they all come from my mother, who taught me, infected me and nurtured me. If I were a sailboat, my mother would be the helmsman. When I was young, I had set a good course for my life, so as not to deviate from the track of life.

And I also firmly believe that my ship will sail to a new world, which my mother had already booked for me when I was still in the womb. Before, I doubted my mother's loyalty to my father.

Because before they got married, there were many suitors behind their mother (my aunts told me later). But when she took good care of her injured father; When she bravely shouldered the burden for her father; I want to commit suicide when her eyes are full of affectionate tears and she tells me her frustration and true feelings. I am so unfilial. I thought I was the stupidest person in the world.

Neighbors and villagers all praised my mother's good character, and she didn't brag at all. My mother deserved it. I asked her that day, "Mom, are you happy that so many people praised you?" My mother said, "I just want to be a good family, a good daughter, a good wife and a good mother."

People love me when they praise me. "My body is surging with a warm current.

I really admire my mother. I grow up day by day, and my mother will grow old day by day.

I don't expect to do much for her in my life. I just want to make her happy, healthy and live a long life. And I, looking back on this wonderful time in my later years, can say to her, "I have done a fact for my mother in my life."

That's enough.

2. My mother writes people's compositions and characters' characteristics. My mother.

Although my mother is plain-looking, she has no social fame or skills. In your eyes, she is just a shop owner, but in my eyes, she is the best mother in the world.

She has big eyes, long shiny black hair and spots on her face, but you can't tell without looking carefully. She looks ordinary, and like other mothers, she is a little overweight.

But something about her impressed me the most. I still remember when I was doing rehabilitation training. One day, the rehabilitation teacher taught us a rehabilitation movement and began to work hard. The legs just can't be raised as high as the teacher asked, so you said to me, "Cao Gong, don't be nervous, take your time. If we can't do it at once, we will come a few times, first lift it bit by bit, and then slowly lift it when you get used to it. " I was ok at first, but I was afraid when I was about to reach the height of a teacher. I'm afraid I'll fall, because it's summer, and falling is very painful. You read my mind like a mind reader, so you said to me, "Don't be timid, be brave, you won't fall, your mother will catch you, don't always think about falling, that won't do." But I just couldn't do it. I failed several times. Mom, you didn't blame me, but gave me reasons again and again, but I just couldn't do it. Finally, the teacher came and said to me, "Be brave, don't you see that you are going to succeed if you are all right?" If you do this, the teacher will ask the tea room to add meat to you. You know, now your brother (the teacher's son) is protesting eating meat every day. "

Ah! As soon as I heard that there is meat to eat (I am a carnivore), I secretly said to myself, "I must succeed, not for my mother, but for meat. I want to fight!" "

I made it! Ding ~ lunch * * * rang, haha, went to eat meat! ~

3. Write an essay about the personality characteristics of the characters. Mother is a lotus leaf, and I am a dewdrop, always rolling on the lotus leaf. "This is grandma Bing Xin's praise for the great mother. My mother, like thousands of mothers in Qian Qian, cares about her children. From the moment I was born, she fed me with her mother's milk. When I grew up, she taught me by example and guided me into every journey of my life. Knock it open gently. Mother's kind face appeared in front of me. I remember once, it was winter, and it was raining heavily outside. After coming home from school, I felt very tired, as if I had caught a cold. So I went to tell my mother. My mother, who was cooking, was very anxious and touched my forehead with her hand. Alas! Have a fever! At this time, my mother didn't say a word, so she quickly put down her work, put on her clothes and drove me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother was busy paying the registration fee. I sat in a chair and looked at my mother's busy figure. I felt that my mother was really hard and my nose was sore. When it was time for the injection, my heart was pounding with fear. When my mother saw it, she seemed to know my mind and touched it.

"I listen to my mother say so, the in the mind suddenly relaxed a lot. I grabbed my mother's hand with my hand, ah! My mother's hands are so cold, like snowballs. It turns out that my mother forgot to bring me gloves. I said to my mother affectionately, "mom, your hands are so cold!" "Is it cold?" When my mother heard this, she looked at me kindly and said with a smile, "Not cold, not cold. As long as you are good, my mother won't feel cold.

"Unconsciously, I * * * seems to be bitten by a mosquito, and it's over. At this moment, I looked at my mother's kind face and suddenly felt the warmth of maternal love, as if there was still a warm current flowing in my heart. I am moved by the selflessness of maternal love. Until today, I really understood what Grandma Bing Xin said. Ah! That thick maternal love is as warm as spring and as delicate as a breeze blowing over the water. It is higher than the mountain, deeper than the water and longer than the sun and the moon.

I love my mother.

4. How to write a composition with personal characteristics? I have a hardworking and kind mother.

He is not tall, and his modest eyes are full of expectations for me. Two eyebrows, a slightly flat nose and two thin lips make up his mother's kind face.

In my heart, my mother is always so strong. On that weather-beaten face, there will always be that confident and strong smile. Since my mother was laid off, she hasn't stayed at home, but has found a new job. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, she never complains and goes to work as usual even on holidays. Sometimes she catches a cold and never takes a rest.

One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and when I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, I struggled to sleep and went over. It turned out to be my mother, who was still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, throwing, and occasionally wiping her forehead with tears. I froze, this is the first time I saw my mother's hard work. Thinking of this, I feel a little uncomfortable: my mother, who has worked hard all day, will wash my clothes until midnight before coming home. If only my mother had gone to bed early, I made up my mind to wear clean clothes in the future to reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I went over and said, "Mom, go to sleep quickly. I have to go to work tomorrow, so I must wear clean clothes in the future." My mother looked back at me and said, "Son.

Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No.2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating for myself, I saw my mother's smile, so happy and hearty. The summer after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the Expo Park. I have been to several places more or less during my spring outing before, but my mother who has never been there is always very busy. This is her.

This is my mother. She always wears such a kind and strong smile on her weather-beaten face. My mother has always inspired me since I was a child. He can't dare to play the godless mode of the world. It is also her smile that has accumulated my confidence and made me forge ahead.

This is my mother, a strong and great mother.

I love my mother.

My mother's composition (highlighting the characteristics of the characters) is 450 words, with short black hair. She has a small mouth and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is particularly concerned about my work and 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. It was my mother knitting a sweater 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 my teacher, my mother will always read it carefully and join me in it.

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. That day, mine didn't fall off, but it grew out. My mother insisted on taking me out. 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 have never spoken to my mother, and I have also scolded 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 got to the hospital, the doctor told me to pull it out. I don't feel any pain. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. Mother said: "Pull out the active deciduous teeth and they will grow neatly. If you don't pull out active deciduous teeth, they will grow new ones. "

The president will be crooked, and it won't look good to laugh back! "Sure enough, because the deciduous teeth in the middle of the row below me have been pulled out, the permanent teeth are very neat, and I am not at home when I smile, and I am also very happy. 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 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.

6. Write an essay "My Mother", and write about your mother's characteristics. When you were in 800 primary school, you wrote many articles about your mother. You always used your mother as your name. In this article, I want to address her solemnly as mother.

My mother is an ordinary person. When she was young, she came to the city from the countryside, worked several times and changed several work units. Later, she married my present father and later had me. Mother works at home all day, and the burden of family life is all on her shoulders, Xin

The degree of diligence sometimes even makes me feel that she is more like a nanny.

Maybe it's because sometimes I look at her like this, and my attitude towards her is not as affectionate as before, especially when I grow up, it becomes more and more awkward to look at her. Her appearance is not good-looking. Carelessness and hard work make her look more like 10 years old. Seeing the surprised eyes of some classmates, although I pretended not to care on the surface, her appearance became a knot in my heart for the sake of saving face, and later a lot of dissatisfaction and bad blood with her also followed.

Because of her appearance, I began to pay attention to my mother, which was a surprise that I didn't find so many shortcomings in her before. Mom loves to take advantage of petty advantages, so everything she sees on the road is her own, and everything left by others at work is taken home. I hate such behavior, but I have no choice. What saddens me even more is that my mother, like most people in China, has poor environmental awareness and many bad habits, such as spitting. I tried to convince her, but how can the habits formed by the previous generation for so many years be easily broken? So I had to give up, but after that, I looked at my mother a little differently.

For various reasons, I don't have much respect for her, and there is a hint of disgust in my words. Perhaps coupled with the generation gap between the two generations, this disgust began to permeate every aspect of my life-I didn't want my mother to touch me, even her voice was too loud to eat ... The gap between my mother and me was getting bigger and bigger.

But while I hate my mother, I am eager to travel abroad, but for various reasons, I have never got it. Finally, in the summer when I graduated from primary school, I attended a summer camp in Beijing.

During my stay in Beijing, I was not too homesick. I sneered when I saw other female players and their mothers crying when they were electrified. However, although I was in full swing with the team members during the day, I still felt a little empty lying in the hotel bed in the dead of night, as if something was missing, but I couldn't say what was missing.

One night, my mother suddenly called. I was a little surprised when I answered the phone, but I was very happy. Mom said that everything is fine at home, so don't worry, let me buy whatever I want, and don't worry about money ... Maybe because I haven't seen you for many days, I lost my usual embarrassment, so I excitedly reported my trip these days to my mother. At the end of the phone call, I said that we would climb the Great Wall tomorrow. Mother paused for a moment, then said, Then you should put on more clothes tomorrow, and don't forget to bring an umbrella. It may rain in Beijing tomorrow. I was surprised to ask my mother how she knew. My mother said in an understatement that I would know when I was eating and watching TV tonight.

Hanging up the phone, my mood is hard to calm down. Thousands of miles away, my mother is still concerned about my health and the weather here. I remember when I was at school, because my mother couldn't go home at noon, I would receive a phone call every noon, asking me if I had eaten, if I had a nap, when to call me and so on. Day after day, I am bored, so I respond with "hmm" every time. Now that I think about it, I was so smart.

When I climbed the Great Wall the next day, it really rained heavily. I stood in the pouring rain with an umbrella and thought of my mother. My mother is not a great person. She has many shortcomings that ordinary people have, but she gave me love that no great man can give. Now I remember how selfish and cold I used to be!

No matter who my mother is, I have always been her daughter. What else do you need to say? It's just the daughter's guilt for her mother.

7. Composition My mother wrote 400 words through specific examples. My mother plays a very important role in my life. She accompanied me to read books, play games and sleep with me at night. My mother has a hobby. She likes watching TV and movies. She will watch good movies again and again, and she will cry when she sees touching plots. My mother also has a hobby, that is, shopping. Once she enters the store, she will go shopping for a long time. Every time she finishes shopping, she will go home with a big bag of things. Every time I go home, I open my bag, which contains perfume, wallet and cosmetics. My mother is a little fat, but she is very kind to me. If I am obedient, she will always satisfy some of my little wishes. These wishes are very important to me, very important. Sometimes my mother is fierce. Why is she fierce? Mostly when I do something wrong. When I get home, my mother will severely criticize me until I remember. I know my mother criticized my high school composition for being excellent. When I sleep at night, I always silently apologize to her. I must firmly remember this lesson.

In short, my mother is happy like a beautiful flower when she is in a good mood, like a tigress showing off on the mountain when she is in a bad mood, and sometimes her mood becomes like clouds in the sky. This is my mother. I will always love my mother.

8. My mother is my role model in my life, my cousin is my role model, and being a little teacher is my ideal and pursuit. These are all worth fighting for. Thanks to my mother's guidance is a part of my life.

My mother is plain: long shawl hair, high eyelashes and a great figure. She is 35 years old and an ordinary staff member of the credit union. She is more responsible than any other mother and is a competent and good mother.

"I was born useful" means: I was born with a purpose. My mother's duty as a mother is to educate me silently and help me become a little writer, a knowledgeable and sensible person. Since I bought a computer at home, my mother has helped me find a shortcut to improve my composition and encouraged me to continue to contribute to the mountain house. My mother tried her best to help me revise my composition when I entered the mountain room to contribute. I was awarded the honorary title of "Little Writer" by Lanzhou Work Department. My mother has gradually become more and more demanding of my composition. To my regret, an unpleasant thing happened a few days ago. My mother checked my composition and found that I didn't write it myself. She was very angry. She said earnestly, "if you cheat like this, you will eventually hurt yourself." Copying your composition is a sneak attack. Didn't you say that? " After listening to this, I feel that there is a heavy stone in my heart, and I can't fall down. Thinking, thinking, tears of regret fell, I found an exercise book and concentrated on writing an article.

My mother is very concerned about my study. In the spring morning, she let me watch the sunrise. In hot summer, she asked me to observe people's aversion to heat; In autumn, she let me enjoy fruitful fields, and in winter, she let me exercise.

My mother loves newspaper clippings, and every newspaper clippings is her mentor. My mother is a special correspondent of rural credit cooperatives. My mother always invites all the newspaper clippings for every spare time exercise and takes whatever she needs. Every newspaper clipping is my mother's nutrition storehouse, and she is a silent teacher. My father and I enjoyed my mother's newspaper clippings in our spare time, which made us have a good time and had to give a thumbs up.

This is my ordinary and great mother.

9. My mother writes 500 words, pay attention to the characteristics (personality, hobbies) of this character. My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with silky black hair, oval face and arch eyebrows, bright eyes, a small nose and a small cherry mouth below. People say that people with cherry mouths sing well. Although my mother has a small mouth, she always sings out of tune, and eight horses can't come back. Really ugly. She is tone-deaf.

My mother is kind. She was walking on the road, wondering if she was a liar or really needed help. She will generously give them food, clothing, use and sometimes money. 5 12 during the Sichuan earthquake, I cried while watching TV every day, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She also said that she would take an orphan as a child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screamed with fear when she saw a caterpillar. When her father was not at home, she ran to a hotel. There is nothing she can do.

My mother loves beauty very much. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive wallets and beautiful shoes. The night before, she would be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, shoes and bags to wear the next day, so it was always so beautiful when she came out. However, she has a little spot on her face recently. Every morning and evening, she kept wiping and drawing in front of the mirror, and kept saying in her mouth, "Spot, Spot, disappear!" " "It's ridiculous and sad.

My mother likes to hear compliments. She lets us praise her cooking every day. If we forget, she will say unhappily, "I won't cook for you next time." So now my father and I have to praise each other before eating every day. Another time, my mother and I wore mother-daughter costumes to play badminton. An old man asked, "Are you sisters?" Mother happily replied, "No, we are mother and daughter." In the future, my mother often shows off her youth and beauty with this incident.

My mother works in the power supply bureau. She is conscientious and responsible in her work. Last year, she was named "Top Ten Excellent Service Stars"!

This is my mother, a beautiful, young and conscientious mother.