A 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers

In our daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Below are 7 300-word essays for fourth-grade mothers that I have collected. Everyone is welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. 300-word essay for fourth-grade mothers Part 1

My mother is very serious about everything she does, and of course, learning computers is no exception.

That day, due to work needs, my mother turned on the computer to make some forms, but after all, she didn’t use computers often and was not very familiar with making forms, so she was distressed! In desperation, I had no choice but to ask my little teacher for advice. Of course, I readily agreed.

As soon as I got to the computer, I kept talking: "First open the word document, right-click, click 'Draw Table', and then keep pressing the Enter key until you are satisfied with the page. Count until you can, and then click the pencil-like pattern to draw the table. If you are not satisfied, you can click the eraser to erase the dissatisfied parts..." Mom listened attentively, nodding or saying "Well, "Hmm." It can be seen that my mother has gradually mastered many basic steps. Half an hour later, wow! Mom has drawn the tables she needs and has started entering text and data. It seems that my student is quite smart. As I watched, I couldn't help but begin to admire my mother.

Look, she is meticulous, rigorous and serious, this is my mother. 300-word essay for fourth-grade mothers Part 2

When I was a child, my thinking was quite active among my peers, so my parents paid great attention to cultivating me.

One day, my mother asked me: "There are ten fish in the fish tank, three of them have died, how many are left?" I thought: Isn't it just subtraction? 10-3=7 (bars)! So I immediately said: "There are seven left, 10-3=7!" My mother asked: "Apart from this, is there no other answer?" I said: "It could also be 0, or 10, or 3." "My mother asked me: "Why?" I added: "When there were 7 fishes, the owner was a child. He found that the fish had a cold and threw away the dead fish, so there were 7 fishes left. The owner of the goldfish was an old man. He was very sad when he found that the goldfish was dead. He pointed at his nose and cursed that he couldn't even feed the goldfish. So he threw away the dead fish and gave away the live fish, so there were no more ten fish in the fish tank. When there were only three fish left, the owner of the fish was a superstitious person. He thought the feng shui of the fish tank was not good. I put the live fish in another fish tank, and there were only three dead fish left in the original fish tank.”

My mother praised me for being smart at that time. Under their training, I became smarter and smarter! Got it! 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers Part 3

My mother’s eyes are big and round. Double eyelids, those eyes seem to be able to speak.

In a math test, I only got 81 points. I thought to myself, no good, my mother will definitely scold me. When I got home, I quietly put the paper on my mother's bed. After finishing my homework, my mother called me over. I thought to myself, I must be punished. I lowered my head, not daring to see my mother’s murderous eyes, but I couldn’t help but glance at it. When I saw When I looked into my mother's eyes, I found that her mother's eyes were not glaring fiercely like a tiger, but her eyes were peaceful and encouraging, as if to say: It doesn't matter if you didn't do well in the exam this time, but you can't fall into the same pit twice. "This I was confident, and with my mother's help, I figured out all the wrong questions.

Another time, I accidentally broke the vase, and I was very scared. As for Gaosuo, I finally decided not to tell her. When my mother came home at night, she asked me about the broken vase. I said, "I didn't do it." My mother's eyes suddenly became as wide as a tiger's. He was saying: "Be honest and don't lie." My heart was pounding, my face was red to my ears, I was ashamed to say it, and tears fell down. My mother held me in her arms and said, "Don't cry. As long as you know your mistakes and can correct them, don't do it again next time. "I feel a lot more relaxed. Lying will be far away from me in the future. You must be honest in life and be honest in everything you do."

I love my mother’s eyes, they always remind me to be strict with myself. 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers, Part 4

A mother’s love is a big leafy tree, the ever-flowing Yellow River, and a warm spring breeze.

One time, I caught a cold and was lying on a soft bed. My mother pays attention to me all the time, serving me food and pouring water. When it's time to get up and exercise, my mother will help me up and hold my hand to jog together. My mother's love is like a leafy tree in the summer, bringing me a sense of coolness.

Another time, I was playing at home and accidentally broke a vase. Dad saw it and came to me angrily. He picked up the clothes hanger and hit my palm hard. My palms were red from the hangers, and I couldn't help but cry sadly. My mother heard this and rushed over. Looking at my red palms, she felt very sad. She blew on my palms gently, and then picked up the medicine to wipe it for me. Mother's love is like that warm wind blowing deep in my heart.

I remember the last time, when I came out of school, it suddenly started pouring rain. My mother didn’t bring an umbrella. She picked up the book in her schoolbag and put it over my head. I looked at my mother’s shoulders that were wet and was deeply moved. Mother's love is like the water of the Yellow River, flowing endlessly.

Like mother's love, like the warm spring breeze, the big green trees, and like the rushing mother river, they give me warmth and tolerance. I love my mother. 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers, Part 5

Mother’s Day is here, the sun is shining on every child, and they each hold a beautiful flower in their hands. I also want to do something for my mother.

When I saw my mother going out, I was going to cook myself and make a "love egg fried rice".

I got three eggs, a piece of beef, a small pile of rice and some leeks. When putting it in the pot, pour the oil now, and then add the rice. The rice will make a "pop" sound after entering the pot. At this time, something unexpected happened. After the oil became hot, I learned a new skill - "jumping", and it was very hot! This time, they attacked me one by one. I dodged left and right, but still got burned in several places. I gritted my teeth and continued. I cut the beef into pieces and put it into the rice that was fried until golden brown. Suddenly, the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of meat and rice, and the leeks were "dancing" one by one. Looking at the egg fried rice that was about to be made, I felt warm in my heart, so I added several more heart-shaped tomato slices.

At this time, my mother came back, and I immediately threw myself into her arms. "Mom, I love you!" I thought to myself: Mom must be very warm. In the evening, our family was very happy eating the egg fried rice I made.

Finally, I want to say one more thing: "Mom, I love you! You have done so many things for me, and I will do many things for you in the future to repay you." 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers Chapter 6

My mother is an excellent teacher. She works hard and has a gentle temper. The students like her very much. Now, the school is rehearsing a large-scale program for the Dezhou City Autumn Sports Games. My mother is Main person in charge.

In order to arrange the program, she eats at school at noon every day. I was entrusted to other teachers to take care of me, and I had no time to do housework. There are about 300 people in the program directed by my mother. Due to the large number of students, most of the students do not have artistic talent, so it is very difficult to rehearse. At noon, my mother guided the students in various movements under the scorching sun, but the students performed very stiffly. They either couldn't stand straight in line or did the wrong moves. However, my mother patiently guided them. My mother's originally crisp voice has now become hoarse, her white skin has turned gray-black, and her cleaning steps have become heavy. Rehearsed over and over again. At night, my mother sat in front of the computer and listened to the music repeatedly, imagining every detail. The hard work paid off, and the students were finally able to dance to the beautiful music, the rhythmic aerobics, the dancing red flag dance, the cheerful campus group dance... all displayed in front of their eyes, and they saw the graceful movements of the students. , Cooperation and tacit understanding. Mom's frown relaxed.

This is my mother, a mother who is not afraid of hardship or tiredness and has a spirit of persistent pursuit. 300-word composition for fourth-grade mothers, Part 7

I remember that one night I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

After a while, my mother came to my bed and asked me: "What's wrong with you?" I replied: "I'm a little uncomfortable." My mother touched my forehead with her hand and felt it was a little warm, and then tried it on me again. Test table. After a while, my mother took the thermometer and said: "No! I have to go to the hospital." I asked: "Why?" My mother said: "The fever is 38.7°C." Then my mother quickly put on her going out clothes, and then Then she put on my clothes for going out, and after putting them on, she carried me to the parking lot. While waiting for the car, I found that my mother's clothes were completely wet, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. After a while, the car was picked up and I immediately drove to the hospital. My mother was so anxious that she was sweating on the way. At this time I said: "Mom, if you turn on the air conditioner, it won't be hot." Mom said: "No! You are still sick, you can't turn on the air conditioner."

When I got to the hospital, my mother carried me on her back to queue up again. , my mother used an ice pack to physically cool me down while lining up. I was finally called, and my mother carried me in. The doctor said: "Your son is fine, he just caught a cold. He should take medicine on time and drink more water when he goes home."

When I got home, I lay on the bed, and my mother wiped my back with alcohol. . After a while I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw my mother still sitting next to my bed. My mother had not slept all night.

In the future, I will drink more water and eat more vegetables to avoid getting sick, so that my mother can worry less about me.