For the sake of mom I am willing to become a prose poem 600 words 50

Since you were in your mother's womb, your mother has melted love in her blood and passed it on to you bit by bit!

Mom nurtures you, educates you, grows with you, and looks forward to your future. I hope you can study hard and grow up healthily.

Mom hopes that you can learn to solve problems by yourself when you encounter them, instead of retreating when you encounter difficulties.

Mom has dreams and expectations for you! Even if you don't make your own world as your mom expects! Mom still loves you silently and supports you!

Mom hopes that you will study hard and work hard! Even if you fail, you have no regrets! At least you've worked hard and worked hard!

At that time, you can say to your mother, I did my best

You also know that mom won't blame you!

And you, now, are constantly depraying, and you don't even bother to write a piece of composition! It's not that I can't write, it's that I haven't tried to write at all!

Every action, every habit, every thought, every decision!

Think about your mother!

..Write your own essays!

The prodigal son does not change his money! Think! Think for Mom!

Suddenly, isn't it wow?

During the holidays, my parents assigned me study tasks, so that I should seize the time and use the holidays to review the homework I had learned. Don't let me do anything else.

At noon that day, my mother came home from work and hurriedly cooked. She prepared several dishes, both meat and vegetarian, to strengthen my nutrition. I sat in the house, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping of vegetables, and felt a little hectic than usual.

Yes! During this time, my mother's work unit was very busy, and I often rushed to the unit after eating and putting down my chopsticks. In order to add food to me, I naturally have to be busier than usual.

Ah! "Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the kitchen. I hurriedly put down my book and ran to the kitchen.

I saw that my mother's right hand was only holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood was pouring from between her fingers. I panicked and hurriedly went back to the house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mom simply rinsed the wound with water, put a band-aid on it, and continued to get busy.

When it was time to eat, my mother was in a hurry as usual. Putting down the chopsticks, while instructing me, I picked up my handbag and hurried to work. At home, I was alone, and I stared at the table full of food, and suddenly I felt that I couldn't eat at all.

The shot of my mother's bleeding fingers just now appeared in front of my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart was pounding, my vision was blurry, and tears were streaming down my ......

I tidied up the table and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at me in the dressing mirror, my eyes were still red, and I stared at myself blankly. Suddenly, a voice from the heart seemed to ring in my ears:

You're a junior high school student, you need to learn how to take care of housework! You're at home on vacation right now, and you're going to help mom cook! Let mom be able to eat calmly at noon, don't be so nervous.

Suddenly, it was as if I had suddenly grown up.

I hurriedly sat down at the desk and wrote down the day's homework carefully, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn the skills of cooking and cook for my parents!

I went to the kitchen and started washing and cooking. I searched in my mind for the way my mother usually cooked, and imitated it. I want to do it like I want to recite a mantra: cut the meat, the size should be even; Cut the potatoes, to shreds; Don't forget to put sugar in fried tomatoes; The amount of water to be mastered for rice.

The clock was ticking, and my mother was coming home at half past five, so I finally got the meal on the table before my mother got off work. With the sound of the door opening, my mother came home, she smelled the vegetables, came over in surprise, looked at me strangely, and seemed to understand everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag, didn't even wash her hands, walked straight to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted them one by one:

The fried taste of this dish is good, but the heat is small; This is delicious, but there is no salt, this ......I saw that my mother had a satisfied smile on her face all the time. My mother turned to me and said, "Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it."

I thank my mom. It was my mother who gave me life, it was my mother who cared for me meticulously in my life experience, and it was my mother who gave me endless obstacles. Since this incident, I have slowly learned to repay my mother.

Is it "think about my mother" in 600 words or "think about my mother in 600 words"?