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我的妈妈作文1
我的妈妈中等身材，圆圆的脸蛋上长着一对大大的眼睛，红红嘴巴上长着一个肉呼呼的大鼻子，我总是拿她的鼻子开玩笑，她也不生气，而且还说，这就是我的福气，一般人还长不上。
我的妈妈很关心我，不是怕我饿，就是怕我生病，我出门玩时妈妈总是要把我喂的饱饱的，生怕我肚子饿，我就是这样一点一点长胖的。冬天我出门堆雪人时，妈妈就给我既穿大衣，又带口罩、手套的，生怕我冻着，你们说，我的妈妈是不是太关心我了。
我的妈妈做饭也很好吃，只要尝一口，肯定忘不了。有一次我的妈妈做了一盘菜，我尝了一口，“太好吃了，真的太好吃了”我说的话被爸爸听见了，也尝了一口，一会儿就把盘子里的菜全都吃光了。吃光后才说：“比饭店里的饭还好吃。”听了这些话，我的妈妈乐的直笑。
我的妈妈好处太多。不过，她也有缺点。
‘唠叨’就是她的缺点，有一次，她看见我躺在沙发上看电视，就大声嚷嚷：“我跟你说过多少次，有空就要多读英语，多看书，你这样下去，学习能不退步。”
“又来了，真烦，我去还不行吗！”我不情愿的走进我的房间。
我的妈妈就是这样的人，一天总是忙忙碌碌，管这管那，不过，我只要一天听不到妈妈的声音，就觉得空荡荡。我想告诉大家，我爱我的妈妈。
我的妈妈作文2
我的妈妈中等身材，红润的脸，弯弯的眉，两眼总是带着微笑，让我感到很慈祥，很亲切。
有一天放学后，我正在和几个小伙伴在院子里踢毽子。妈妈下班回来了，和蔼地问：“妮妮，作业做好了吗？”我玩得正起劲，有些不耐烦，大声说道：“早做好啦！”
妈妈走到我的身边，轻轻地说：“那你给我看看。”说完拉着我的手，走进屋子。
我连忙打开书包，把作业本一本一本拿出来。糟了！刚才忘了一样作业没有做。
我一下子感到脸上发烫。妈妈总是要求我放学回家先完成作业，再做别的事情。我也一直是这么做的，可没想到今天……
想到这里，我只好低着头，一只手不自觉地卷着自己的衣角，不敢看妈妈的脸。“是不是没有做完啊？”妈妈又问道。我轻轻地点了点头。“那你今天做好了作业才能吃饭！”我偷偷地看了一眼妈妈，妈妈的脸上不再有笑容了。
四点，四点一刻，四点半……吃晚饭的时间到了，我又听到了往桌子上放碗筷的声音，闻到了妈妈的拿手好菜糖醋排骨的香味。我竖起耳朵，眼睛老盯着房门口。可是，妈妈一直没有叫我吃饭。
我哭了，而且哭得很伤心。
还有一次，我感冒发高烧了，妈妈急忙把我送进了医院，医生给我挂上了盐水，我倒在妈妈的怀里，迷迷糊糊地睡着了。等我醒过来之后，只见妈妈笑眯眯地看着我。我伸出双臂，紧紧的抱住了妈妈。
我又哭了，这次哭得很甜蜜。
我的妈妈作文3
今天我来向大家介绍一下我的妈妈，我的妈妈有一个，椭圆形的脸，脸上长满了大大小小的痣，脸上带了一幅眼镜，后来做手术，才不带眼镜的，我妈妈想问题的时候总爱皱眉头，我以为妈妈很生气，给妈妈说了好几遍，妈妈你别皱眉头了，她想问题的时候，还是在皱眉头，在妈妈皱眉头的时候，我有个方法，让妈妈少皱眉头，这个办法是妈妈一皱眉头，我就说：“妈妈你是不是生气啦？。”妈妈总回答：“没有呀。”这会儿妈妈就不皱眉头了，而且还是笑着的，直到今天，我又问妈妈：“妈妈你是不是生气了呢？”妈妈没有回答我的问题，但是妈妈说了一句话：“你还记不记得狼来了那个故事。”我说：“知道。”妈妈又问：“里面讲得是什么？”我说：“那个小孩爱骗人。”
我又问妈妈：“你为什么提到这个问题？”妈妈说：“我给你举个例子你就知道了，最近有个小朋友在吃饭的时候老爱啊的一声叫。”我妈妈一说这话，我说：“你说的就是我。”妈妈说：“我爱皱眉头是我的习惯，就像你粗心一样。很难改正过来，再加上，我在单位很忙，也顾不上管皱眉头的事。现在你还在学习阶段，一定要把粗心这个毛病改过来，要不然对将来工作会造成很大的影响。”
我的妈妈作文4
1、I have bought food that I hope will please my mother, and that will be easy for her to eat: orzo salad with little pieces of crayfish cut into it, potato salad, small chunks of marinated tomatoes.
2、l have brought her a bouquet of crimson, yellow, and salmon-pink snapdragons. She likes the flowers very much.
3、 As I wipe my mother's face, I see that her skin is still beautiful I hold her chin in my hand and kiss her forehead.
My mother has no idea that her ninetieth birthday is coming up. She has no notion of the time of day, the day of the week. the season of the year, the year of the century. No notion of the approaching millennium. And no idea any longer, who I am. Her forgetting of me happened just a few months ago, after I had been traveling for more than a month and hadn't been to see her. When I came back, she asked me if I were her niece, l said no, I was her daughter. "Does that mean I had you?" she asked. 1 said yes. "Where was I when l had you?" she asked me. I told her she was in a hospital in Far Rockaway. New York. "So much has happened to me in my life." she said "You can't expect me to remember everything."
My mother was once a beautiful woman, but all her teeth are gone now. Toothless. No woman can be considered beautiful. Whenever I visit her in the nursing home, she is sitting at the table in the common dining room, her head in her hands, rocking. Medication has eased her anxiety, but nothing moves her from her stupor except occasional moments of fear, too deep for medication. This is a room that has no windows, that lets in no light, in which an overlarge TV is constantly blaring, sending images that no one looks at where the floors are beige tiles, the walls cream colored at the bottom, papered halfway up with a pattern of nearly invisible grayish leaves. Many of the residents sit staring, slack-jawed, open mouthed. I find it impossible to imagine what they might be looking at.
When I walk into the dining room on the day of my mother's birthday, I see that she has already been served lunch. The staff has forgotten to hold it back. Though I told them a week ago that I would be providing lunch. She hasn’t touched anything on her tray except a piece of carrot cake, which she holds in her hands. The icing is smeared on her hands and face. I don't want my friends to see her smeared with icing, so I wet a paper towel and wipe her. This fills me with a terrible tenderness, recalling, as it does. a gesture I have performed for my children. As I wipe my mother's face, I see that her skin is still beautiful I hold her chin in my hand and kiss her forehead. I tell her it's her birthday, that she's ninety years old. "How did that happen?" she asks. "I can't understand how that could happen."
l have brought her a bouquet of crimson, yellow, and salmon-pink snapdragons. She likes the flowers very much. She likes the name. "Snapdragons. It seems like an animal that's going to bite inc. But it's not an animal, it's a plant. That's a funny thing,"
I have bought food that I hope will please my mother, and that will be easy for her to eat: orzo salad with little pieces of crayfish cut into it, potato salad, small chunks of marinated tomatoes. I have bought paper plates with a rust-colored background, upon which are painted yellow and gold flowers and blue leaves.
My friends Nola and Gary come for my mother's birthday. When we are about to leave, I tell my mother that I'm going on vacation, mat I won't see her for three weeks, that 1 am going to the sea. "How will I stand that, how will I stand that's she says, but I know that a minute after I’m gone she'll forget I was there.
我的妈妈作文5
我的妈妈是一名煤矿工人，她很胖但是心细，她用辛苦劳动的汗水换来了宝贵的金钱。一天中午放学后，我和妈妈就做了这样一件好事。
放学了，我和妈妈说考生字的情况，“今天考生字怎么样啊？”“一个字没错”我说，“那我请你吃肯德。”
吃完了肯德鸡我们到家了。“作业写完了。”妈妈说：“让我看看对了看电视去吧。”看完了电视，我们洗脸，然后我和妈妈坐公交车去上学。过了一会到了商城有一个老太太上来了。白白的头发，浑浊的眼珠，象是70多岁的老人。我的妈妈赶紧把座位让给了这位老人，“您坐下吧。”老人说：“没事。我还是站着吧。”“没事，请您坐下吧，坐下。”老人坐下了，我和妈妈都很高兴。
这就是我的妈妈很有内在美的女人！
我的妈妈作文6
俗话说的好世上只有妈妈好!有妈的孩子幸福少不了!让我体会到了博大的母爱，给我了无私的爱啊!
就从一件小事说起，一天，天冷，我没听妈妈的话，少穿了一件衣服，放学以后，我感到头重脚轻，走到妈妈面前，妈妈一摸我的头啊!怎么这么烫啊?你肯定发烧了!妈妈让我做上车子，奔向医院。。。。。。。。。。。。
到了医院妈妈背起我挂号，到了儿科，大夫给我开了药妈妈要去交医药费，完了以后妈妈带我回家，路上妈妈温和的对我说：“你要知道妈妈说的话是永远不会害你的!”我心想：“以后我一定要听妈妈说的话。妈妈说的话一定永远也没有错!”我想着一定要报答妈妈，妈妈把我从生下来养到9岁这是一件多么不易的`事情啊!”
我在想：“我一定要考个好成绩来报答妈妈，不能辜负妈妈对我的一片期望!妈妈不管是刮风还是下雨都会来接送我，这是一件多么不容易的事情啊!我一定在学校里好好学习天天向上，妈妈告诉我一个学习好的人会得到别人的敬佩，一个不好好学习的人会叫别人看不起，所以我要好好学习不能让妈妈对我失去信心。
啊!亲爱的妈妈，我爱您。
我的妈妈作文7
My mother is a teacher of primary school. She teaches in countryside, and there are only several teachers in her school. Therefore, except for math, she also teaches Chinese and music. My mother is a good teacher and she is popular among her students. She cares every student in her class, both in study and life. Her class seems to be relaxed and lively, but students can learn a lot from her. To some extend, she is strict to her students. When they make mistakes in study, she would point it out directly and tells the student correct it by himself or herself firstly. If they can’t, my mother helps them at last. Besides the study, my mother is a good teacher in life. She focuses on healthy growth of her students. So she always cares about their life. No matter what happens to them, she is ready to listen and help.
我的妈妈作文8
我的妈妈是一个普普通通的人，她虽然不能像别人那样天天给我检查作业，给我辅导功课，但我非常爱她。
我的妈妈很爱干净，我爱妈妈不仅仅是因为她爱干净，更重要的是她很孝敬老人。爷爷两年前夏天得了脑血栓，在医院抢救的时候，由于爸爸工作忙，脱不开身，妈妈和姑姑就一刻也不离开爷爷，精心地照顾，护理爷爷。
您教给了我做人的道理。我爱您，妈妈。
我的妈妈作文9
要论起与我最为亲近的人，我必然会首先想到我的母亲。父亲在我很小的时候就忙，一个月里有一半都出差在外是常有的事，自然母亲就成了我身边一直形影不离的人，今天回想起她为我所做的哪怕是一点一滴的小事，我都深切地体会到母爱的柔和与我所拥有的幸福。
母亲对我幼时的一切都念念不忘，她所对我的了解，可能比我还要更加细致。我对小学之前的时光没有任何的记忆，而她在空闲时与我聊天也总会愿意提起我那幼稚的童年。她讲，我三四岁的时候喜欢在屋子里蹦来跳去极不安分，更令我吃惊的是那时除了睡觉，其余时间都在一直滔滔不绝地与大人说话，而缠得最多的必然是母亲。她每每讲到这儿，就停下来，脸上慢慢展出灿烂而有美好的笑意，然后伸过手来捏捏我的脸；“谁知道呢，你现在怎么养成这么个性格，提前把几年的话一起都说出来了吗？”剩下的小学到初中的日子，她都不怎么提，反而就对那一阵我傻乎乎的样子情有独钟。即使是我不喜欢听她的话，抑或是因为心烦而大声和她吵闹时，她总是在数落一通之后神情黯然地把自己放在沙发的角落，垂着眼帘喃喃着：“你小时候可从来不敢这样啊……每每我留意到她这种安静而忧伤的样子，总会些许地感觉到她的不易，岁月的流离，但是因为赌气，我又从不愿认错，现在想来，真是大大的不应该啊！
从小一直被母亲倍加呵护的缘故，我直到四年级才逐渐自立。虽然我并不觉得自己有多么让人担心，可是母亲依旧会一遍一遍地叮嘱我注意这注意那，恨不得我独自去哪都要跟着我一起似的。就在假期出游准备出发的前夕，她就早早地打听国外的温度，向别的家长打电话问该带些什么，为了能够与我及时的保持联系，硬是开通国际漫游，临走的上午，我站在一边瞅着她来来回回的身形或蹲或立，甚至要把那个沉重的保温壶都硬挤进满满的箱子里。我终于忍不住，“带得太多了，我又不是什么也不明白的小孩！”母亲却并未停下动作，仍是一边塞着像以往一般平静而认真地教导我：“一定要记得别总在外面喝凉水，对身体不好……”等她终于忙完起身才慈爱地摸着我的头发：“在外面注意安全。”我笑着应答，但是一看到那塞满衣物的箱子，和面前比我明显矮了一截的母亲，眼眶不禁再一次变得湿润。
母爱是成长道路上的诗篇，是时光里遮风挡雨的伞，也是我人生中收获的第一份真情，而我现在所能感受到的温暖，也是那么多，那么多都是来自那为我操劳的母亲呀！
我的妈妈作文10
我有一个妈妈，她对我很好。
我的妈妈身材不胖不瘦，她穿着彩色的衣服，像彩虹。
她的头发黑黑的，像乌云，她的眉毛像一个月牙，眼睛的颜色是黑黑的，像两颗珍珠，嘴巴的颜色火红火红的，干干的。
我小时候我妈妈给我讲故事，故事的名字叫《三百六十五夜故事》，我听了很快睡着了，第二天是我的生日妈妈给我买了甜筒，因为我最喜欢吃甜筒。
妈妈对我很好很好，我非常非常喜欢我的妈妈，因为她也非常非常爱我。