The fifth grade composition book 2 maternal love

The fifth grade, the second volume of the composition, seven motherly love.

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. The following is the fifth grade composition I arranged for you. I hope I can help you. Welcome to browse and read!

My maternal love article 1 I have a good mother who always cares about me and loves me. Her love warms me like sunshine.

I have been ill since I was a child. Once, I had a "sty" on my right eye. At first, my mother thought it was just a swollen bag bitten by mosquitoes, so she casually rubbed some aloe vera gel to reduce swelling and inflammation. But at night, my pain was unbearable, and my mother hurried to take me to the hospital. My mother hung up the phone at the hospital window and anxiously carried me upstairs. After careful examination by the doctor, the bag on the eye is "sty". After listening to the doctor's words, my mother's hanging heart still didn't let go. She asked the doctor anxiously. The doctor said, "Just a minor operation, it's nothing serious." After the operation, the "sty" on her eyes disappeared, and then a relieved smile appeared on her mother's face. Although it has been a long time, I still remember it vividly, and my mother's anxious expression that day made me unforgettable.

When I was a child, I was not only weak and sick, but also very naughty. Once, in order to show my skateboarding skills to my friends, I deliberately found a downhill. The result was self-defeating and fell to the ground. I felt a sharp pain in my arm and burst into tears. This time, my mother came to help me clean up the mess. My mother quickly took me to the hospital for filming, and the process of waiting for the filming result was too long. My mother kept fidgeting and walking around. The final result came out, and the doctor said it was nothing serious. My mother was angry and said to me, "I told you to skin it." What kind of pain will you have if it is broken? " I really want to hit you. "But I know, that's my mother's angry words.

Mom's love for me is everywhere. I want to say to my mother, "I love you, mom!" " "

Motherly love 2 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Every time I sing this song, I will think of your love for me!

You have given me great care and encouragement in my life, study and life. I really want to jump into your arms and say, "Mom, I love you!" " "

Before going to school every day, you always nag: "Xinyi, go to the right, don't play on the road, listen carefully in class, don't make small moves, talk positively …" When I get home, you nag again: "What classes do you have today? Did the teacher criticize you? Do you speak positively? ..... "I asked the teacher, knowing that your nagging is a deep love for me.

When I have a question that I can't answer, you are a patient guide. On one occasion, the teacher assigned several math problems. I can do the first few questions, but I didn't expect the last one. Mom saw it and taught me the method until I made it.

One day, my neighbor broke one of my pens. I am sad. When I get home, I'll tell you my sadness. Instead of comforting me, you asked me; "What is the biggest in the world?" "It's the ocean." "What is wider than the ocean?" "It's the sky." "What is bigger than the sky?" I was stumped. "What is bigger than the sky is the human mind! Son, a person can't do it without tolerance. "

I bowed my head in shame. You fixed my pen that day and made me and my friends back together.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Mom, your love is boundless, and I can't repay you. Now I will study hard, which is the best reward for you.

Motherly love Chapter III The most selfless, greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. In my study and life, my mother gave me meticulous love and made me grow up healthily and happily.

The weather is getting colder. On a Saturday morning, my father and I were comfortably watching TV and laughing from time to time. Suddenly, I saw my mother sitting at the table, burying her head in sewing a pair of cotton shoes. At this moment, all I heard was my mother screaming. It turned out that my mother's finger was pricked, and suddenly my mother's finger was bleeding. I was distressed when I saw it. I went up to my mother and said, "Mom, I don't want to do this. Just go to the supermarket and buy a pair of cotton shoes. " Mom said, "No, the cotton shoes bought in the supermarket are not warm. It's getting colder and colder. I will make you a pair of cotton shoes this weekend. " After that, he buried his head and made cotton shoes. Mother didn't finish it until the next night.

As soon as I woke up on Monday morning, I saw a pair of beautiful cotton shoes beside my bed. Look at my mother again. I see her eyes are bloodshot and her face is pale. I said silently in my heart, "Mom, I love you."

When I was in the first grade, I didn't do well in the mid-term exam once, and I only got more than 80 points. I dragged my heavy body on my way home. Although I walked slowly, why did I get home so soon? As soon as I entered the door, my mother asked me how my grades were, so I told my mother. My mother touched my head and said, "Nothing, as long as you work hard, your grades will definitely improve!" " "After that, my mother bought me two test papers, math and Chinese, and accompanied me to do it every day. Slowly, my grades improved.

Mother's love is countless. Mother's love is everywhere, all the time. I grew up healthily and happily in maternal love.

I had another fight with my mother. I went back to my room angrily, slammed the door and thought angrily, My mother always quarrels with me like this. That's what my mother does. She always does what she wants, as long as she is satisfied, and never considers my feelings. The more I think about it, the worse it gets. I opened the curtains and saw the bright moonlight, which was so dazzling. I quickly closed the curtain, but what suddenly occurred to me?

When I insisted that I didn't want to bring a raincoat, you put down your work and hurried to school to send me a raincoat. I see a little sweat on your head. I reluctantly put my raincoat in my desk. I looked at the bright sunshine outside and thought it wouldn't rain.

When I was sick, I had a bad appetite and wanted to drink soda and nothing else. I quickly picked up a bottle of soda and was about to drink it, but you immediately stopped me. I changed the soda into medicine and hot water that I thought was the worst. At your request, I took the last sip of hot water and medicine.

I looked up and opened the curtains again, looking at the bright moonlight, which seemed less dazzling, but softer.

I was thinking that if you hadn't sent my raincoat to school, I might have braved the heavy rain to go home that day. Because it rained heavily soon after you left.

If you hadn't insisted on feeding me medicine and not letting me drink soda when I was sick. My illness may not get better so quickly, because the doctor said at that time that I could only drink hot water to take medicine instead of soda?

I feel so warm at this moment that I can finally understand your love for me, mom, I love you!

Fifth grade, the second volume of composition, maternal love 5. Mother is a book, and we should understand her with wisdom; Mom is a world, so we should hug her with gratitude.

On a cold night, the cold wind blew into my body through the window and made me shiver. My mother came into my room, helped me turn off the lights and put me to sleep. Can see me huddled in bed, hiding under the covers, I quickly ran to see what was wrong with me with a frown, only to find that I had a high fever. At 6 degrees, my mother quickly dressed me, put me in the car, drove to the hospital by herself, registered, paid, measured, skin tested, hung the infusion bag or bottle until midnight.

"Cough, cough, cough-"I suddenly coughed violently, and my mother asked me anxiously, "What's the matter, son? Shall I pour you a glass of water? " "No need!" I lowered my hands. But my mother didn't listen to me. She poured me a cup of hot water and told me to drink it. I didn't want to upset my mother, so I drank water.

At one o'clock in the morning, I was starving. My mother seems to understand my heart, took the money, told me not to move, and went out to buy food. I'm on pins and needles, worrying about why my mother hasn't come back yet. Just as I was about to sneak out of bed to find her, my mother pushed open the door and came in with a bowl of hot noodles. I asked her why it took so long. My mother scratched her head and said nothing. Afterwards, I learned that at one o'clock in the morning, many shops were closed, and my mother found a bowl of noodles after looking for more than half of them.

Woke up the next morning, my mother fell asleep on my desk, with a few long white hairs in her black hair. At this moment, I want to say to you: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you!" " "

The fifth grade, the second volume of composition, maternal love 6. Mother is a book, and we should understand her with wisdom; Mom is a world, so we should hug her with gratitude. Mom is a solid lock, and we need a key to open her. ...

The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children." . Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "Yes, since ancient times, people are praising maternal love, and of course, so is my mother.

I remember that just this morning, my mother was going to Lishui, but I asked my mother to send me to composition and composition class. My class time is 8: 20, and there is a train at 8: 20, but my mother chose to send me first, so I can only buy the 8: 40 train. At first, I thought there was a time difference of 20 minutes, so my mother was very timely, but then I suddenly understood that although it was 20 minutes, my mother had to go back to get something. She only has 20 minutes, which makes me feel my mother's love for me, as if she is revisiting the old place at any time for me. ...

Whenever I make a mistake, my mother will look at me with very strict eyes and remind me that I can't do this again. If it is a big deal, I will be severely educated and criticized when I go home. My mother seldom hits me, except when I am angry with my mother, because she doesn't want to ruin the relationship between mother and son, and she knows that I don't really like to make her angry. ...

Mom's voice is the most beautiful voice!

Some people say:

Mother is a warm harbor;

Mother is a beacon of progress;

Mother is an endless grassland. ...

Some people say that "a mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain". Yes, maternal love is like a needle and thread, sewn on our bodies, like a warm current that warms our hearts.

My mother is very strict. She seems to have pinned all her hopes on me. I also study harder: "Listen carefully in class and finish the homework assigned by the school." My efforts finally paid off, and I got a hundred points in the math exam. That night, I went home excitedly and found the test paper from my schoolbag. My mother just smiled at me and said, "Come on, try to get good grades next time." I nodded, and cold tears fell on my cheeks and hands.

On the day of the mid-term exam, I confidently held the math paper and moved my pen back and forth. As time goes by, I'm getting more and more nervous-I can't do a problem. "There are 10 minutes left in the exam time." I feel uneasy. "What should I do?" I thought. "Ding-ding, it's time for the exam." I can't bear it any longer. Another string of tears. They fell like broken beads. Tears ticked down on the table. This is the first time I feel so helpless. I'm sad and miserable.

That night, I came home without saying a word, but I couldn't help crying silently. My mother came and sat next to me and said, "Don't cry, just try again next time. It doesn't matter if you take the exam once. It is important to understand where you are wrong and what you can't do. "

After my mother went out, I thought, "Yes, it doesn't matter if I take the exam once. It's important to know where I made a mistake. " After that night, I finally understood: "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I got three rays of spring." Who says my heart like grass can repay my warm maternal love like spring?