Mom, what would I do without you. Essay 600 words

Mom, you are the one who cares about me the most every day, and you are the one who nagged me the most. I used to wonder what would happen without you?

Mom, without you, there would be no never-ending nagging and nagging. "It's half past six, get up quickly," "Hurry up, brush your teeth first," "Quick, wash your face," "Quick, help you comb your braids," "Come to breakfast," "Hurry up, school is coming." "Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every day.

My ears are almost calloused, you don't feel annoyed, I feel annoyed.

Mom, if it weren't for you, there would be no extracurricular classes, I like to draw, but you let me learn to sing; I like to write, but you let me learn the guzheng ......On weekends, other children are playing, and I am running between extracurricular activities.

Mom, if it weren't for you, there would be no extracurricular homework that is heavier than Tarzan. Whenever I finish my homework, you make me do so much homework that I get so overwhelmed that my head gets dizzy.

But Mom, how could I be without you. If it weren't for you, how could there be me, it was you who gave me life, you let me see the beautiful world, let me hear the birds and flowers, and made me feel warm and happy. Mom, without you, there would be no delicious meals, no novel toys, and no great motherly love in the world!

Mom, I can't live without you.

Mom, you are the warmest sunshine and the sweetest rain and dew in my life! Mom, I can't live without you.

Can't live without you.

There is only a mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure ......"Every time I sing this song, I feel grateful to my mother, how great is mother's love! Now that I'm 14 years old, I've come to understand little by little as I grow up: I can't live without you.

It was a pleasant weekend evening, the house was brightly lit and my sister was eating at my house. At the dinner table, my father kept picking up vegetables for my sister, and ignored me, I was jealous and shouted: "I am your daughter, you should serve me vegetables!"

Dad didn't seem to hear it, and still went his own way. At this time, the old mother spoke: "Your sister is also your father's daughter, but it is a 'bent daughter'."

I asked, confused, "What is a 'bent daughter'?" "'A bend daughter' is a daughter who has turned a corner.

I thought, "Oh, I see, then I'm my father's 'niece's daughter'!" As soon as the words fell, laughter suddenly sounded, everyone laughed, and my mother said while laughing

also said that you have a high IQ, now you can see it, even such a dang, hahaha! ”

I still remember the eve of the last midterm exam, I was in my room revising. You took a glass of boiled water and quietly brought it into my room, I didn't even hear the door open, you said, "Daughter, you are also tired, just drink a glass of water and rest."

I was more irritable, so I said, "Oh, aren't you annoyed, don't you see my town reviewing!" You don't know that I'm going to take an exam tomorrow!

You didn't say anything, just put the boiled water on my table and left quietly. After a while, my writing hand became a little sore, and I shook my hand, but I didn't expect to accidentally knock over the glass with boiled water on the desk. The sound of "clang" led you into the room, and I thought you were going to scold me, but you just came in and cleaned up the broken glass and water on the floor, and just as you were about to leave, I said to you:

Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now! You hurriedly replied, "Oh, it's okay, you can review it well, Mom won't bother you, I'll go back to my room to rest first!"

For some reason, I dare to see your figure blurred......

I finally understand now why I can't live without you, Mom!

A child with a mother is like a treasure.

My mother, the mother of my heart.

The oak blossoms, the fragrance is faint, and the breeze is ...... slowlyWomen's Day is here, and my mother's birthday is coming! Actually, sometimes, I envy Ma Xiaoyue for having a beautiful baby mother, and Shizuka for having an enlightened mother. My mother, who was chubby and only in her thirties, looked to be in her forties.

And she is not a loving mother, she is a strict mother. But she is beautiful in my heart.

The mother is a monkey, but I stubbornly believe that the mother should be an ox. A 9-year-old girl, He Yue, painted a picture of her "mother is a cow", and the cow carried the whole family on her back to express her love for her mother.

Facing Heyue's painting, I burst into tears. Mother, my mother, is also like the cow in the painting, carrying the whole family on the back of the cow. Looking at the painting, I seemed to see my mother's busy figure like a cow and a cup of steaming tea on the table.

Every day, the mother is always the first to get up. With that rhythmic symphony of pots and pans, the mother must be accompanied by the steaming cup of strong tea on the table. At night, the last person to sleep was also the mother who was tired after a long day, and the mother didn't know how much to worry about in order to make the whole family's life comfortable.

But the only thing that has always remained the same is the cup of strong tea that is a spiritual nourishment for the mother.

On a rainy day, I was afraid that I would be drenched, so my mother specially sent an umbrella and said lightly: "I passed by the school ......."”

I like to eat, and my mother always frowned: "I hate eating ...... the most."And there are many good reasons to believe. But he secretly ate all the leftovers.

I was sick, and my mother accompanied **, giving injections and prescribing medicine. I wished that I was sick, but I said: "I told you to wear more, did you listen, now it's okay, you're sick." If you are disobedient, you should be punished, and you should not be too lazy to pay attention to ......”

The lie, along with the generosity and mercy it contains, has deceived me for many years. Mother, why did you never tell me: this is love?

My mother never spoke to me softly and sweetly, she didn't praise me for doing well like other mothers, and she would comfort me if she didn't do well. If I do well, she will only ask me not to be happy too soon, and if I don't do well, she will criticize me harshly, or even beat me, but I understand that it is also a form of mother's love for me. Mother is the kind of person who "loves deeply and preciously".

The mother in my heart, although not gentle, loves me very much, and the reality is the same. The oak blossoms, the fragrance is light, mother, happy birthday......