我的母亲中考满分作文

时间：2021-08-31

我的母亲中考满分作文1

　　我在西餐厅里张望，很快就看见了一张幸福微笑唤我名字的脸。“在这里！这里。”母亲伸手招我过去。

我的母亲中考满分作文

　　坐定，听母亲絮絮叨叨，大意就是你怎么又瘦了这么多，最近过得好不好，成绩如何，会不会有压力……诸如此类。

　　我尽力牵动脸上肌肉让自己笑得十分愉快自然，对她说：“先点菜。”

　　母亲恍然大悟，赶紧去点菜。一边点一边问我要不要多要些什么，嗓门很大，我十分尴尬地连声说不用。

　　气氛渐渐变得自然起来。我开始慢慢有条理地与她交谈，谈到未来时我忍不住高兴地滔滔不绝起来，要一个人住，不结婚，旅行还有工作……说得这样开心，我忽然止住了，因为母亲的眼里流下泪来。

　　“头发弄到眼睛了。”母亲流着泪笑，望着她发红的眼睛，我心里忽然有些难过。

　　母亲在我6岁时就丢下我和父亲离去，我不想说她带来的不快，但与她见面时心中却隐隐有憎恨。毕竟她就这样丢下我，让我很长时间都曾怀疑她根本就不爱我。

　　可是……可是当看她落泪时我忽然明白，事情过去了这么多年，真正悲哀的是孤身一人的她吧？没有丈夫孩子，见面也是少之又少，对彼此的了解甚至不及班里不太熟识的同学。

　　忽然间想拥她入怀，珍惜所有相处的一点一滴。

　　她已经老了。四十出头的女人是否还可能找到终生的伴侣？更何况她已不能生育。

　　她对我并不坏，殷切和关心以及长久不在而造成的不知所措我都能看到，但我从来都认为那是她欠我的，从来不曾想过珍惜。

　　珍惜……看她用纸巾擦眼泪的时候我继续滔滔不绝。

　　母亲啊，以后一起住一起旅行好不好？

　　母亲啊，你是不是也过得很好没有压力？

　　母亲啊，我爱你。

　　所以我在心里悄悄承诺，要珍惜与你在一起的每一瞬间。

　　把它们都铭刻在心底。

我的母亲中考满分作文2

　　When I sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, I found it hard to set pen to paper. Staring at the topic I deliberately chose for myself my mother, I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image of an amicable woman. I recalled a line from the famous movie Sleepless in Seattle. The radio column hostess asked Sam, Whats so special about your wife? He answered, Thats millions of small things. Right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the power of love. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.

　　My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mothers painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.

　　My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasnt teaching at school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.