My mother essay about 300 words
I have a hard-working and kind-hearted mother.
He is not tall, with a pair of medium-sized eyes full of expectation for me. He has two eyebrows, a flat nose, and two thin lips. I saw my mother’s kind face.
In my mind, my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always has that confident and strong smile. After her mother was laid off, she didn't stay at home. Instead, she found another new job. She left early and came back late every day. Regardless of the severe cold or scorching heat, he never complained about being tired and went to work as usual even on holidays. Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never takes a break. To me, she seems like a robot, never tired.
One day, I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw that the kitchen light was still on, so I walked over with my sleepy eyes. It turned out to be my mother. She was still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but very laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, and shaking. From time to time, she used her arm to wipe her forehead, which was shining with teardrops. I was stunned. This was the first time I saw my mother working so hard. I thought to myself, does he work like this every night? I feel a little uncomfortable when I think of this: After a tiring day, my mother still has to wash my clothes until midnight when she gets home. It would be great if my mother could go to bed early. I made up my mind to wear cleaner clothes in the future, so that I could reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I walked over and said, "Mom, go to bed quickly. I have to go to work tomorrow. I will definitely wear cleaner clothes from now on." My mother looked back at me and said, "My child, it's too late for torture. You should hurry up." Go to sleep." Then she smiled so kindly, as if she was not tired at all. It also seems that Tazai is pleased with my growth.
Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No. 2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily and heartily. In the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the World Expo. In the past, I had visited several places more or less during my spring outings, but as for my mother, she had never been anywhere and was always busy. This is her first time out for fun. At that moment, he released all the pressure and grievances he had accumulated over the years. She was having so much fun and laughing so heartily.
This is my mother. Her weather-beaten face always has such a kind and strong smile. From childhood to now, it has always been my mother who has inspired me. She has taught me to dare to play in the world without God mode, which is impossible. It is also her smile that has built up my confidence and allowed me to move forward bravely.
This is my mother, a strong and great mother.
I love my mother.
After giving our mother a burst of severe pain, we cried and looked at our mother’s smiling eyes. That was the first sight in our lives, and it was those eyes that kept paying attention to us until those eyes were no longer there. Can't keep my eyelids open.
The first "Mom" we called out when we were learning to speak, the heroic words we made to our mothers when we were young; the casual kiss when we were acting coquettishly when we were teenagers; the occasional kisses when we grew up. A greeting from my mother would add a few more crow's feet to the corners of my mother's smiling eyes.
Mothers are easily satisfied, giving the most and asking for the least.
I love my mother, and we should all love our mothers.
My mother is a very stubborn woman. When I was a child, I admired my mother very much. At that time, I did not understand the cruelty of time. It was not until later that my mother’s edges were slowly worn away through hard work. I slowly understood in the ravine of her face.
When I was very young, as a girl, I was not pretty, I was very wild. When I got a little older, my mother started braiding my hair and dressing me in beautiful princess dresses. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to look at myself in the mirror, but every time I only look at the proud mother standing behind me in the mirror. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Later, I turned from a wild child into a little princess. There are so many people who pamper me that my mother's love is a bit inconspicuous. I only remember that if I got out of school late at noon, I would see my mother with anxious eyes in the dusk on the way home. When I threw myself into her arms, her eyes were filled with tenderness. It was the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to take every exam seriously, and I would bring back a lot of certificates to my mother at the end of each term. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "Mom is a gentle and beautiful woman." Woman!"
Later, I turned from a little princess into a big princess. I was able to comb my hair into various beautiful braids, and began to feel that the clothes my mother bought me didn’t look good. But I would still lie on my mother's legs under the warm sun and smell the familiar scent of my mother, watch my mother's seriousness when she fiddled with my hair, listen to my mother's intermittent words, and rest my head on my mother's soft thighs. There is an indescribable sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman!
Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, I began to be pursued by boys. When I shyly showed my mother the letters written by the boys, my mother still smiled at me tenderly. She stroked my head and gently told me, "You are here." At this age, there are only empty promises.
" I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand what this sentence meant. But I saw some wrinkles creeping into the corners of my mother's delicate eyes on her formerly smooth forehead. I stopped showing off my good skin to my mother from then on. Because I know that under my mother’s proud smile is a lost heart. My mother is just a mortal. She is so beautiful.
Later, I could no longer see my mother waiting to take off my schoolbag at the entrance to the courtyard every day after school, and I could no longer hear my mother’s soft voice “I’m hungry” every day when I was most hungry. Is it broken?" I can no longer coquettishly put my hand around my mother's neck and say "GOODNIGHT!" when she comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed every day. Because I was already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week, and each time she would take away my clothes. My mother is a very clean woman. She doesn’t like to use the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with foam next to her. I sat on the edge of the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals that my mother had carefully prepared for me with my roommates. My roommates were chirping in envy.
My mother also asked me to change into clothes during the holiday tomorrow. Take it home. Unfortunately, I found a hair in the dish, which had never happened before. You know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how much I regretted it at that moment, because I saw my mother's face turn red instantly and murmured to myself, "I'm so careless, I'm so careless..." I She quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, just kidding you!" Then my mother breathed a sigh of relief. I hurriedly buried my head in eating. I couldn't let my mother see my red eyes, because I felt very distressed when I saw my mother's somewhat cloudy eyes. If my mother saw my red eyes, she would be very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother and watch her wash clothes. My mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home - clear and tranquil. I continued to play with my bubble. As I was playing, I suddenly noticed beads of sweat oozing out from my mother's forehead. My mother's back became more and more bent, her hand movements became slower and weaker, but she still smiled and spoke softly. After that incident, I never wanted to take the clothes I changed home again. Every time I face my mother's anger, I always raise the corners of my mouth mischievously and say, "I've grown up!" However, I didn't say the last sentence, that is, "You're old."
Later, I am almost going to college as I sit here, and my mother comes to take me home every day for my health. Compared with other classmates, I have better food, guaranteed sleep, and a worry-free life. People who meet me think that I am a junior high school student. I am not upset about my naivety, because I understand that my ability to live a simple life is my mother's. A little gray hair, new wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and even faint spots are what I'm looking forward to
. Although my mother's vision is very different from mine, I still coquettishly ask my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes... because I like to see my mother's smiling face with a sense of accomplishment. My mother once said, "Mom likes you to be pretty!"...
My mother taught me all the good hospitality etiquette since I was a child, sitting posture, standing posture...even the posture of holding chopsticks. My classmates think that This is very feudal, but whenever others praise me for being generous and gentle, I understand my mother's good intentions. My mother hopes that her daughter will always be the best in the future.
My mother is really old!
The teeth are also old, and she can no longer chew slowly and gently like she taught me to eat without showing her teeth when eating; the ears are also old, and she is afraid that others will not hear her, so she can no longer She speaks softly like she taught me; her legs are getting old, and the splayed feet she has because of giving birth to me are becoming more and more obvious, and her steps can no longer be as light as she taught me... But I will not blame her, I will only I took more time to massage her. Although the bones in her body made my hands hurt, all the external matters disappeared instantly when I saw my mother's satisfied smile.
There are always two mirrors in my mind.
On one side, my mother is standing behind me, looking proudly at my good daughter in the mirror, who is wearing a beautiful princess dress
and with braids; on the other side, my mother is standing in front of me, looking at her with happiness. Her daughter in the mirror is taller than her but still pouting naughtily