Whether in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. What is the composition you have seen? The following are six compositions of seventh grade maternal love that I compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you. Composition 1

One evening in the twelfth lunar month last year, it was snowing all over the sky. I was sitting at my desk doing my homework. My sister, who had encephalitis when I was a child, sat next to me, singing at once, shaking my eyes with a flashlight, and turning on the tape recorder at once.

"It's really annoying," I said angrily with tears in my eyes. My mother was washing dishes, so she came over and said kindly to my sister, "Let my brother do his homework quietly." But my sister won't listen, and she can't calm down at all.

I was so angry that I was angry with my mother. My mother glared at me and said, "Xiao Kun, mom and your sister are going to my aunt's house. You do your homework at home and watch the door, okay?" My mother and sister just stepped out of the threshold and turned to me and said, "You should do your homework well at home, and put on your coat when it's cold." I repeatedly said, "I know, I know." It was very quiet at home. I did a lot of homework at once, and my notebook was finished. I locked the door with my money and walked to the grocery store.

It's still snowing outside. I moved my feet carefully and walked to the grocery store. Suddenly I saw two people standing under the eaves of a house that was locked outside. They stamped their feet for a while, rubbed their hands for a while and kept shaking. Judging from their clothes and figures, they really looked like my mother and sister. When they walked in, my heart suddenly froze!

ah! I see! My mother lied to me that they had gone to my aunt's house in order not to let my sister interfere with my study. In fact, they simply ...

Tears blurred my eyes, and I saw my mother take off her coat and put it on her body. I couldn't help shouting, "Mom ..." I ran quickly and threw myself into my mother's arms. Tears of guilt rolled down my cheeks and dripped on my mother's cold hands.

Mother rubbed her face and said, "Now it's time to have dinner at my aunt's house, so ..."

"Mom, stop it." With tears in my eyes, I hurried to drag my mother home, but she turned back and cried. I couldn't help but burst into tears when I thought about my mother's affection for her children and her love for her children. Motherly love composition 2

The lamp in the night and the umbrella in the rain are very similar to my agreement with my mother. Inscription

Rain or shine. Waiting for you

Against the backdrop of the rainstorm, I feel particularly helpless. Looking at the empty school gate, a wisp of acidity climbed to the bottom of my heart. It is another rainy season, and at this time, my mood is very irritable.

you are sure to be late today. I think you won't come, because you are a clean person, and you don't want to stick to the muddy water on the road, get your beloved shirt wet to pick me up, and put on heavy raincoat and rain boots. It seems that I can only be a drowned rat once. I made a big decision and rushed forward without hesitation.

suddenly, the dazzling light, like a rainbow after a storm, rekindled my hope. I looked at the familiar canvas shoes, the familiar white shirt, and the familiar you with surprise. Tears kept falling like pearls with broken threads. I climbed into your car with joy, hugged your waist tightly and asked, Mom, why do you have time to pick me up today? How could I not pick you up? You are my child, no matter rain or shine, no matter cold, I will come to wait for you after school and take you home. My mother said firmly to me in less proficient Mandarin. At this time, my heart is as sweet as honey, as if I had forgotten the threatening rain. Since then, it has become an agreement between us to pick me up and wait for me, rain or shine.

When you are old, I will raise you

It's spring and March again. I look at the peach blossoms full of trees, and then I look at you talking with my father, as if the beauty has become an exquisite painting. I crept up to you with the intention of scaring you, but I happened to find the silver thread that you couldn't hide on your head. When did your shiny black hair turn into silver thread? Ah! It's the torrential rainy season! I remembered the agreement between you and me in rainy days, the agreement that warmed my heart. At this moment, I seem to feel tears in my eyes. I just say behind your back: Mom, when you are old, I will give you a pension like you take care of me. From then on, rain or shine, I will accompany you. You didn't turn around, but I heard you sobbing in a low voice, as if to be glad that your daughter has grown up and become sensible and has become your dependence.

This is my promise to you all my life. In the promise between you and me, I seem to understand your love for me overnight, rain or shine, firm and unrepentant love, and even greater maternal love!

but how much love has the inch-long grass, rewarded with three spring rays, and the agreement engraved in maternal love will never die out. Motherly love seventh grade composition 3

Motherly love is great.

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My mother not only gave me life, but also gave me endless love.

Mother's love is great. Mother's love is like a candle, always illuminating our road. I want to thank my mother for her great contribution.

My mother has a pair of hardworking hands, sparkling eyes under slender eyebrows and a simple ponytail behind her head. He is simple and kind, and he is a good wife and mother.

one night, at 12 o'clock, my stomach suddenly hurt, and then I vomited into a ball. When my mother saw this, she got up quickly to scrub the dirty things on my face and quilt, poured me a cup of boiling water, and rubbed my stomach after boiling water to relieve my pain. Mom finally got everything done, and I'm much better, slowly calming down. But it was already a little after one o'clock, and my mother came to the bed weakly. After just sleeping for a while, I vomited again, so my mother had to get up again to do this and that for me. At that time, although I was very sad, I could notice the thick sweat on my mother's head. At that moment, I realized that my mother's love was selfless. Another time, I didn't do well in the exam, and I went home and told my mother about my grades. My mother didn't criticize me after listening, but seriously analyzed the reasons for the wrong questions with me. Later, with the help of my mother, I made rapid progress. At this moment, I feel that my mother's love is the encouragement of passion.

I thank your mother for your selfless love, endless encouragement and a wonderful childhood. Motherly love seventh grade composition 4

May 13th, Mother's Day. Mother, the one who loves us the most in this world, is the only one who is willing to give everything for us. From small to large, care for us, care for us, and love us dearly. For mothers, children are not only their own flesh and blood, but also the most precious gift given to them by God.

Motherly love is like a bowl of warm milk, sweet and warm; A mother's love is like the rain falling in spring, which moistens everything but loses itself; Motherly love is like a bright star in the sky, always illuminating the way forward for you in the darkest time; A mother's love is like clear water with a long history. It is extremely soft, but it will never die out.

who gives you encouragement and care when you are sad, and tells you to smile no matter how hard it is, so that life will be better? Who is silly to accompany you with a smile when you are happy, and you don't know what you are laughing at, just laughing? Who taught you earnestly when you failed that it is not terrible to fall, but what is terrible is that you dare not get up again after falling? Who congratulates you and is happy for you when you succeed, but does not forget to give you a warning, modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind? Who covers you in the middle of the night for fear that you will catch cold? And who keeps adding food to your meal for fear that you will be hungry? Who advised you to go to bed early when you were doing your homework or working late at night, for fear that you would be tired?

it's her! Everything, everything is her! Our great and honorable mother!

She has given too much, but she seldom gets anything in return, but she is willing to ask for nothing in return. Worrying every day and every night has already become her daily routine. Obviously, it is the most energetic period in a person's life. She has grown a lot of white hair, and all the crow's feet are shining in her temples. Her face is ruddy, which has been abused by time and no longer exists.

mother, you have worked hard!

There is a little talk on the Internet; When I was a child, I asked my mother; Mom, when will you be relieved?' Mother; When you grow up, mom will be relieved.' When I grow up, I say; Mom, when will you be relieved when I grow up?' Mother; Mom will be relieved when you get married.' After marriage, I said; Mom, I'm married. When can you rest assured?' Mother; When you have a child, mom will be relieved.' After having children, I said; Mom, I have a child. When will you be relieved?' Mother, I'll be relieved when your children have children. After I became a grandmother, mom, I have grandchildren. You can rest assured, can you hear me?

in the eyes of mothers, children will always be children, and they will never grow up, so that they will never let go. Even when you grow up, you have to ask questions and take care of them like a child.

maternal love is great and selfless. For the mother, the child is undoubtedly afraid of breaking in the hand and melting in the mouth. I have never thought of others, not myself. To this end, they all lost their youth, abandoned their beauty, and only wanted peace, progress and happiness for their children.

So, I hope that on May 13th, anyone who has a mother will give her the most sincere blessing and give her a gift of love, even if it's just a word, even if it's just a happy Mother's Day. I believe that our mothers will be very pleased and happy. Motherly love seventh grade composition 5

Dawn gradually dawned, and there were a few remnant stars in the silver-gray sky. The earth is like a veil, showing hazy beauty.

I was awakened by a noise, and there was some anger in my heart. I thought, it's finally a Sunday, and it's really annoying not to have a good sleep!

The sky is gray, and the cold wind roared into my collar, like an ice skate stabbing me. I can't help getting angrier.

I saw my mother sitting by the washing bucket, rubbing the clothes in the bucket. Curiosity attracted me to the past. "Isn't there a washing machine? Besides, it's so cold, I really don't feel sorry for myself, "I thought to myself." A few yellow leaves are floating around in the cold wind, which seems to freeze them to death, so I have to move. I couldn't help shivering.

The gate was whistling in the wind, and my mother's hands were red and purple, but I still chose to reach into the biting water again and again. My mother gritted her teeth and washed her clothes hard. I couldn't stand the cold, so I rubbed my hands with each other, and then blew hot air through my mouth to warm my hands … but my mother never stopped. Finally, the tears in my eyes can no longer be hidden, like the tide, flowing downwards.

mother is very attentive. I ran to the laundry room to find out. It turned out that the washing machine was broken. My heart shook and my nose began to sour again. It turned out that this was my task to my mother, who knew that I only had one school uniform and had to wear it at school. Graduation is near, and there is only one day off. The weather is cold, so you should wash it early in case you don't do it.

after washing my clothes, my mother took a hanger to hang them up. Inadvertently, my mother saw me. I quickly wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and said, "Mom, why do you get up so early to do laundry? It's very cold today.". Mother said in that trembling voice, I'm not cold, I have strong resistance. Immediately with clothes in my hand, I could clearly see that my mother's hands were shaking, but my mother gritted her teeth and restrained herself. Tears surged again, and I couldn't stop it any longer.

The cold wind got into my collar again, and I didn't seem to feel cold at all. I smell the smell of washing powder mixed with the cold wind, and the smell of mother's love. Mother's love composition 6

After graduating from college, I went to work in Guangzhou. Half a year later, my mother came to see me from my hometown in Hubei and brought me two newly knitted sweaters. My mother's hands are very clever. When I was a child, I liked to wear my mother's sweater, which was warm and beautiful. But now, I have been changed into a fashionable and elegant girl by Guangzhou. I have always been with the vain girls in the company, talking about Chanel, STYLE, Ports and other famous brands. Mother's hand-knitted sweater, I don't like it anymore. Afraid of disappointing my mother, I only told her euphemistically: "The weather in Guangzhou is hot for a long time, and there are few opportunities to wear sweaters. You should stop knitting sweaters for me in the future." Mother quickly said: "Guangzhou also has winter." Anyway, mom is idle at home, and besides, the sweater she bought is not as warm as her own hand-woven. " I smiled, only to lock my mother's love into the closet.

in the evening, I took my mother shopping. In the mall, I took a fancy to a black wool crocheted shawl, dotted with many silver beads, which was fascinating. In my memory, a Hong Kong actress once wore this shawl in TV entertainment news. I immediately fondled it. The friendly and tactful voice of the shopping guide lady sounded in her ear: "Miss, this shawl was designed by an Italian designer and suits your temperament very well. Today, it happens that our counter is selling at a discount. This shawl is only in 62 yuan at a discount of 2%. You can consider buying one. " My mother standing next to me immediately exclaimed in her hometown dialect: "This little thing is worth so much money! It's really not worthwhile. " I was too expensive, so I smiled apologetically at the young lady and put back my shawl.

On the way, my mother was still nagging: "A shawl costs so much money. Guangzhou people's money is really not money." Of course, my mother who has knitted sweaters all her life can't understand the sky-high price of a shawl, and I'm too lazy to explain it to her. "I can hook that flower shape. I'll buy wool tomorrow and crochet the same one for you. " As soon as I heard this, I quickly dissuaded myself: "Mom, you finally came to Guangzhou. I'm going to show you around this weekend, so don't bother yourself."

But the next day, my mother bought wool and beads, saying that she must crochet a beautiful shawl for me in the next few days. One afternoon a few days later, I strolled into the mall after work from the company. In the "Ports" women's clothing counter, I caught a glimpse of a long white dress. After I asked the salesgirl to take it off and try it on, I never wanted to take it off again. I am as beautiful and dazzling as a star in the mirror. I gritted my teeth, opened my wallet and handed over my newly paid salary.

I went home happily with my clothes and told my mother that it only cost more than 1 yuan. If she tells the truth, she will be nagging with pain. Sleeping in bed at night, imagining the glamorous scenes surrounded by my female colleagues tomorrow, I was very happy ...

When I got up the next morning and shook off my skirt, my face changed greatly. I shouted at my mother, "Mom, how did you tear down the trademark? Who told you to tear down the trademark of my clothes?" My mother looked at me in surprise. When I was a child, in order to protect my delicate skin, she carefully removed the trademark on the back neck of every piece of my close-fitting clothes. She didn't expect that her years of habits would make me angry today. Mother looked at me anxiously and asked, "What's the matter?"