Moved me.
Aishen is in Class 6, Grade 5.
In life, my parents have always taken good care of me. Whether they are tired or busy at work, or even bored at work, they will give up everything to take care of me and care for me as long as I need it, so that I can always feel maternal love and fatherly love.
I remember once, I had a high fever and kept sweating. My mother touched my head at once, and suddenly I seemed to touch the ice. In fact, my mother's hand touched my hot head. She wrapped me in a thick quilt and called my father. Father quickly found out "Banlangen" and "Antelope Jiedu Tablet" and gave me antipyretics. I was in a daze and let me drink a lot of warm water. At this time, my temperature also dropped a little. My mother brought the medicine again to prevent my illness from recurring. The measures I took were: insisting on not taking medicine, just putting these medicines there as a placebo, and if the fever does not go down tomorrow morning, consulting the hospital before prescribing medicine; My mother can't beat me. She only listens to me, but I wake up uncomfortable at night. When I opened my eyes, my mother fell asleep beside my bed. At this moment, I looked at my watch. It's three o'clock, and my mother seems to have noticed it, too. She quickly sat up and asked, "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?" I nodded, and my mother quickly touched my head. He said to himself, "It's burning again. My son should take medicine quickly, or he will burn his brain and become a little fool. " Said the medicine into my mouth, and let me drink a lot of water, and put a wet towel on my head.
I looked at my mother's bloodshot red eyes and chapped lips, and a tear crept across her cheeks. I deeply felt my mother's love for me, and I secretly made up my mind that I must obey and never make my mother angry again.
2. I used to be so timid at night that I didn't dare to look out when it was dark (qiá o); Mother told this brave story over and over again, but as soon as I told it,
1. Too timid to look out as soon as it gets dark.
Flowers and plants are like day-how can smiling birds sleep in the moonlight?
As long as you explore bravely, you can know a lot of things you didn't know before. (That's right)
The story of my mother and I is in Grade One.
I have a caring mother. She has eyes as bright as a black gem, thick eyebrows and a high nose. ...
My mother is very kind to me. She will buy me almost everything I want except useless things. Next, I will tell you a story that my mother cares about me! Be sure to listen carefully
I remember once, when I was playing with my neighbor, I suddenly fell down, which made my leg hurt again. My mother saw it and took me to the hospital at once. After the doctor's clairvoyant judgment, I want to sew a needle. Because my wound is too big and deep. When I hear the word sewing, I feel like I lost my soul. I started sewing, and I held my mother's hand tightly. Mother said: don't be afraid, it won't hurt for a while. I have no choice but to say yes. The needles went into my flesh one by one, and I was in pain at that time. I secretly saw my mother crying, and suddenly I stopped crying. My mother quickly wiped her tears. My wound is getting better and I can walk. Mother smiled and let all her teeth bask in the sun.
This is my mother.
My mother is an elf story (from the first chapter to saying goodbye to my mother) must be accurate and honest, and you can't copy it online. Please step aside.
An earth-shattering event happened in my family. Before it happened, it was often like every quiet day. This is my experience. That evening, my father opened Xinmin Evening News at the table. My mailbox is so small that every time the postman folds the newspaper, it can be put in. Every time my father peeled them off layer by layer, he said, "You must get a new mailbox tomorrow." But dad is too lazy to do it. Mother took the cooked food out of the kitchen. Today, my mother made fried pork slices with mushrooms, and the top piece of meat was shaking. She said to me, "It's almost ready. You eat first. After eating today's mushrooms, physical education class will run faster than rabbits next time, because the mushrooms eaten by rabbits are not fried. " I never like eating, because I never feel hungry, but I'm in a hurry today and the tables are ready. Mom cooked late today, in order to catch up with the red and black illustrations. And you can't watch "Growing Pains" on educational TV until after dinner. Now, in addition to Chinese and math textbooks, the American drama Growing Pains is something that all the students in our class know. Like many people, I like the beginning best. When the photos are stacked together, a person grows up from a baby, even his parents. We are all looking forward to growing up, so that we can not suffer in class every day. I like this TV series very much, and I also like taking pictures. My parents gave me a small broken camera on my birthday. As long as I have time, I will take some photos myself. It's just that my skills are not good. My mother is always without a trace, vague, but my children are very clear. I am pouring wine for my father. My father is a surgeon, the kind of person who kills his family's stomach with a knife to support me and my mother. He is very tired when he comes home every day. He never opens the door with his own key. He is impatient to touch the keys and always knocks. As soon as he entered the room, his face always looked miserable, as if the most naughty king in our class knew that he was going to be scolded by the teacher and was afraid of stepping on ants step by step. So he often drinks a little wine at night, then his face turns red soon, and then he starts talking as if he were alive. He read the evening paper very carefully, and even read "Looking for You" in the middle, as if someone had lost his family. He sat in his special chair (it was a rocking chair) and shook it hard. Then he told his mother what happened in the newspaper. My mother always follows my father's advice. When my father said that the real estate advertisement in the newspaper was deceptive, my mother said, "What is only 100 meters from the subway, or the speed of the largest wing is 100 meters?" Mother is often busy drawing some illustrations that have not been finished during the day. She is a freelance painter and works from home. There are three cups on the table. My father's cup should be yellow wine, and my cup should be sprite, because I 16 years old and can't drink coke. Mom said that something in the coke would deposit on the child's teeth and make them black. Mom says girls can't have black teeth. Women in ancient China had black teeth, so they never smiled while covering their mouths. Mom often says such things, and dad will say, "Don't talk nonsense." Mom's cup should be full of coke. She likes coke. Three people in our family sit in chairs and eat with their own cups every day. Just then, I found that I had mistaken my father's and mother's cups. By the time I realized it, I had poured a little yellow wine at the bottom of my mother's cup. But its color is really like Shaoxing yellow rice wine. I know my mother never drinks wine or even shrimp. But the little wine at the bottom of the cup really doesn't look dangerous at all. That day, we went running in physical education class, and my legs were sore. Growing pains are about to begin. If I don't sit down and eat quickly, I won't have time to read the beginning. I tasted it through my mother's cup, but it was a little alcoholic, not much different from the traditional Chinese medicine in coke. Dad shouted in the big rocking chair at the back: "Chen, don't steal coke, your teeth will be black." Scared me. Mother heard this and followed her in the kitchen: "Chen Miaomiao, don't steal to drink." The child's soul is not strong enough to be scared. As soon as they called me, I rushed into the real coke at once. I don't know if they found my real little mistake or something. When parents are drinking loudly, children will do inexplicable things. Mom's cup is full of real coke, and I can't pour the whole coke. What a waste. At that time, I thought, I will pay attention next time. Because of my guilty conscience, I specially put a big coke bottle next to my mother's cup to prove that it was full of coke. At this time, my mother brought the rice. Since my father started drinking at night, my mother has been sitting on the table farthest from my father for dinner. She doesn't even like to smell wine. Mother drank her coke. Mother suddenly turned white when she took the first bite of coke, pushed the table open and jumped up. Her eyes widened, she looked at her father in panic, and then she shot me. Dad jumped up and grabbed mom. My mother's body hangs gently in my father's arms, like the lightest piece of silk. Dad took mom's body to their bedroom. When I turned the corner in the corridor, I saw my mother's legs hanging down like silk clothes. Just as the sun climbed out of the cracks in the clouds and the sun shone and steamed on the ground bit by bit, my mother's fluttering feet turned blue bit by bit. I
5. Story House. Early in the morning on the road, my mother pulled me out of the warm bed: "Xiao Gong, your grandmother is ill, please call your uncle."
1. Happy and beautiful shiny green
Lift, grab, hug, kick, jump and fall.
3. Get up early in the morning.
Help my grandmother carry the basket, and my brother who rides a bike helps me carry the basket.
6. Write a story about my mother and me in one paragraph.
My mother gave me life, and one thing impressed me when I was growing up. One night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me, "What's wrong with you? You answered three of the six questions wrong! What a shame! " It turned out that my mother found that I made too many mistakes in doing the questions, and I was so angry that I didn't type. My mother picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I was indignant and said, "Don't miss three questions! You don't have to scold me like that. Are you still hitting me so hard? " Mom is already angry, and seeing me like this adds fuel to the fire, adding fuel to the fire. Angry mother yelled at me again, "Don't you dare talk back …" She picked up a small stick next to me and hit me. My mother didn't stop hitting me until I screamed in pain. So I wrote a piece of paper full of sadness, then tore up the composition, threw the paper all over the floor, climbed into bed and cried. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in, and saw the messy pieces of paper on the ground. Without saying a word, she just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then folded them neatly and put them in the drawer. Then I sat down and reasoned with me calmly, and I slowly calmed down and felt that what I did was really wrong. I gently got out of bed, walked over to my mother and said to her, "Good mother, I won't do this again. Please forgive me, me? " My mother said softly to me, "All right. Mom just wants to tell you that mom is also good for you. "
I am lucky to write such a difficult thing.
7. I watched a movie on the Internet, in which a big brother made a big sister cry and laughed me to death! I told this story to my parents, and they just.
Too violent. It is very violent for men to hit women. Your father does it for your own good and doesn't want you to be a violent person. You think that kind of movie is interesting, which means that you are already interested in this kind of thing and need to stop.
But your father did smash the computer, but don't blame him. Your father doesn't want you to be like that in the future.
8. The touching story of my mother and me 43
A little too much. I'll pay to send it to you.
It is late at night. I'm still watching TV in my room. I changed the channel bored, "click!" The door was opened. It's my father. Father looked angry, so he went straight to the TV and suddenly turned off the power. Pointing to the door, he shouted angrily at me, "Why don't you check the time?"? You're still watching TV. I'll move the TV out tomorrow, so go to bed now! " Father's roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Not convinced, I huddled in the quilt, covered my head with the quilt and made no noise. After a while, I only heard the sound of turning off the lights, and it was dark all around. When I put my head out, my father had already left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up at the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a dignified atmosphere hung over the room, as if suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, I suddenly felt a nameless fire rushing in my heart. I just watched TV for a while. As for it, I finally had a weekend, and I couldn't relax after watching TV ... I don't know how long it took. Under the darkness, a sense of sleepiness came to my mind. In the twilight, I suddenly heard a slight door opening sound. I struggled to open my eyes a little. In the light outside, a long and narrow shadow hit the wall, and it was my father again. My father leaned in and looked inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he quietly walked into the room for fear of waking me up. He came to the bed, and I quickly pretended to sleep. My father carefully pulled the quilt I kicked up. In the dark, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was standing at the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. Busy family affairs led to white silk in his dark head. The faint light outside the door made a few plasters stuck on my father's lower back appear and disappear. These days, I often hear my father complain about his lower back pain. Too much work exhausted his father, but he still went to bed late and got up early every day, rushing about for many things. Looking at my father's generous back, a sense of self-blame rises from my heart. "Wow!" Father gently closed the curtains to isolate the poor moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion came to my mind. Every weekend, I always get up the latest, not because I am lazy, but because of this little curtain. It is it that makes my room dark, and my father pulls it every day. Looking at the closed curtains, the shock hit my heart again and again. Doesn't my father just want me to sleep more every day, eat enough, wear warm clothes and be comfortable? Looking at my father's generous back, thinking of his sternness and teachings, and then thinking of his running and fatigue, I understand. I finally understand the corner of my father's great love. If you want your son to make progress, close your kind face; If you want to make your son comfortable, you will be meticulous. Only when you love to the extreme can your heart curtain be so bright and strong. The curtain is gently closed, and my father's love flows into my heart from the gap of the curtain like running water, which makes me feel warm and happy.
Affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the little golden goldfish ... I remember going to school just after the New Year in the third grade, and my classmates were talking happily about the beauty of spring, but I felt bad. Because I went to school in the chilly spring, my teeth trembled with cold when I got up in the morning. The classmate said, "Look, her lips are all blue." After a few classes, I went home. Xiao Yan! "When I woke up, I saw that it was my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever. "My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer. My temperature is 40 degrees. My mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave. Then, my mother quickly picked up the cup and poured me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that my mother had sweat on her forehead and rolled straight down. I think my mother must be very anxious. I must get better soon. You can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. I didn't expect to stay in the hospital for a week and four days. You can also contribute. Every day, I open my eyes and see my mother by my side.
These are just references. There are many such things around us. Parents' care is not so vigorous, but what they give you is the little care in life.
9. The Story of My Mom and I tells several things.
Step 1: Extracurricular Kung Fu.
Students can find that, generally speaking, students who write well prefer reading, or have a good habit of excerpting. As the saying goes, "Rome was not built in a day" makes sense. We will feel that life is dull and there is nothing to write about, which is wrong. Life is not dull, even if it is dull, there are many subtle things that shock you and make your mood fluctuate. We think that life is dull only because of lack of observation and understanding. More often, even if there is something around us that moves you, we often let good materials pass by because of the habit of lacking records; In addition, in addition to the truth of life, we can also get inspiration from other people's articles and see how others portray characters, which can be used as a reference; You can also use the characters described by others as a character template to associate with others around you, even if you take an impressive character as your writing object. As long as it meets the requirements of the topic, the fictional truth is no different from the real truth. In a word:
1. Observe life with your heart and experience it with your heart.
2. Take a notebook with you, don't miss any small inspiration, any moment that touches you and shocks you.
3. Imitate characterization from reading and draw material from reading.
Step 2: Determine the center.
Since it is a personal article, students usually choose people they are familiar with to write, so it won't be a problem to choose who. What will become a problem is how to describe this person. Obviously, it is impossible to write according to our old method. Writing people is usually to show some personality characteristics of prominent people, and then to go deeper, perhaps to praise or criticize this person and express his nostalgia for this person; Or perhaps, through the description of this character, we can reflect the social background from a small angle, such as Kong Yiji. Therefore, we can establish several centers when writing human narratives:
1, which simply expresses a character's personality characteristics;
2. praise or criticize this person's quality characteristics;
3. Express my memory of this person by recalling my association with him;
Through the description of a specific character, we can show a group of people with the same characteristics in this society and reflect a social background.
Generally speaking, we choose the first three centers, and the fourth center will be brilliant if it can be written, but the theme is big and difficult to grasp.
The third step is to determine a few people and a few things.
The writer's narrative can be divided into single narrative, double narrative and group narrative. To write a single person, you can "write a person with one thing" or "write a person with many things". Writing a group article is like "Who is the cutest person". It's actually about the gender of a group. We do not advocate writing groups. Other modes have their own advantages and disadvantages, and also have their own points to pay attention to.
(1) One person and one thing
This kind of narrative expresses a person through a relatively complete thing, which needs concrete and vivid things. Therefore, we should choose the typical events that can best express the character, choose the things that can impress us the most, and ask this event to show the most typical characteristics of this character, or several characteristics of this person are slowly presented in this event. It's like when we take a photo, the camera slowly advances and the characters gradually plump up in the process of narration.
(2) one person is involved.
The number of words required for narrative writing in junior high school is 600, so there is a limit to how many things we can write alone, usually two or three. If there are more than four or five articles, such articles will be boring, because there are so many things to write that we can only rush through them. Such an article needs appropriate details and paragraphs can complement each other. Writing a lot of things usually represents a person's different characteristics from multiple angles; Of course, it is not excluded to write a certain aspect of a person's typical personality with several interrelated things.
(3) Articles for two persons
Usually it is to show some kind of friendship between two people, or a new relationship between people. Before writing this kind of article, it is necessary to clarify the relationship and primary and secondary status between two people and realize that two characters should set off each other and influence each other.
We talked about this step because only by determining how many people to write, how to write, and knowing what the focus should be, can we be prepared when we really start writing. Please refer to the next chapter, and we'll talk about how to start when you officially start writing.
10. A short story about my mother and me (short story)
My little story with my mother.
My mother is very tall. Her eyes are big and bright, and sometimes she wears a pair of answering glasses. She looks very gentle and delicate. But when she doesn't wear glasses, that's my favorite look.
My mother is very gentle. She always speaks softly, for fear of scaring others. My mother loves me very much. When I am sick, she will patiently coax me to take medicine. When I get the results, she will share the joy with me; When I sometimes do something wrong, she will tell me something I don't understand; When I encounter difficulties in my study, she will explain them carefully for me.
My mother has done a lot for me, and there is one thing I will never forget: one day after school, it began to rain, and it rained harder and harder. I didn't bring rain gear, so I was stuck at the school gate. I'm anxious. How can I get home? Just when I was at a loss, a familiar figure came up to me with an umbrella. I looked intently: it's mom! My mother's trousers and shoes are wet because she ran in a hurry. I ran to my mother's umbrella. My mother is worried that my clothes and schoolbag will get wet. She handed me the umbrella. When she was caught in the rain, she took off a coat to keep out the rain. When I got home, I was very upset to see my mother shivering with cold.
Motherly love is really priceless. I will care and love my mother more and understand her in the future.