Mother's composition with white hair (1)

Time flies quickly. Once a little girl, she has become a mother. She also has a little girl. She is my mother.

In the past, I didn't know what to do. I often asked my mother to do something. Once, I didn't know what was going on, but I found several white hairs on my mother's head. I think the white hair is caused by my mother's hard work. In the future, I will let my mother take less care of me. I will do what I can, buy less unnecessary things, and find a suitable opportunity to get rid of the white hair on my mother's head, so that she will always have black and shiny hair.

Today is just another Sunday, and my mother has a holiday! I think this is a good opportunity to help my mother pull out those white hairs. I'm afraid my mother will refuse. However, I thought again that if I didn't pull it out again, there might be more and more. That would be great! So I mustered up the courage to walk over and said to my mother slowly: "Mom, do you know how many white hairs you have on your head? Let me help you pull them out, OK? In case more and more will happen." My mother smiled and agreed.

I was very happy. I quickly picked up the comb and combed my mother's hair. Then, I carefully checked my mother's white hair and pulled it out when I found one. I found five white hairs and pulled them out one by one. Later, I found another one in one place. Just as she was about to pull it out, her mother spoke. She said, "Don't pull it out, kid. I'm old, and you're going to grow up. It's up to you in the future! Even if you pull out all my white hair now, it will grow out!" I said, "Mom, let me pull out one more for you. One less is better than the other, OK?" My mother promised me at once.

Looking at the white hair pulled from my mother's head, I couldn't help but think of a modern poem of junior high school students on TV - "He Sheng White Hair".

Mother's composition with white hair (2)

Mom's white hair

Five (2) Da Zhang Yi of Wuzhen Zhicai Primary School, Tongxiang City, Zhejiang Province, is fast passing. A little girl has become a mother, and she also has a little girl. She is my mother.

In the past, I didn't know what to do. I often asked my mother to do something. Once, I didn't know what was going on, but I found several white hairs on my mother's head. I think this white hair is caused by my mother's hard work. In the future, I will let my mother take less care of me. I will do what I can and buy less unnecessary things. I will also find a suitable opportunity to get rid of my mother's white hair and let her always have black and shiny hair.

Today is just another Sunday, and my mother has a holiday! I think this is a good opportunity to help my mother pull out those white hairs. I'm afraid my mother will refuse. However, I thought again that if I didn't pull it out again, there might be more and more. That would be great! So I mustered up the courage to walk over and said to my mother slowly: "Mom, do you know how many white hairs you have on your head? Let me help you pull them out, OK? In case more and more will happen." My mother smiled and agreed.

I was very happy. I quickly picked up the comb and combed my mother's hair. Then, I carefully checked my mother's white hair and pulled it out when I found one. I found five white hairs and pulled them out one by one. Later, I found another one in one place. Just as she was about to pull it out, her mother spoke. She said, "Don't pull it out, kid. I'm old, and you're going to grow up. It's up to you in the future! Even if you pull out all my white hair now, it will grow out!" I said, "Mom, let me pull out one more for you. One less is better than the other, OK?" My mother promised me at once.

Looking at the white hair pulled from my mother's head, I couldn't help but think of a modern poem of junior high school students on TV - "He Sheng White Hair".

Instructor: Feng Yongkang

Mother's composition with white hair (3)

But recently, I found several white hairs on my mother's head. A few days later, I found several new white hairs. These white hairs made their home on my mother's head.

Once, when I was ill, my mother was busy feeding me medicine and water. After giving me some medicine, she took a rest by my bed. "Click", the light turned on, and the light shone vaguely in my eyes. Mother gently touched my feverish forehead, sighed, and quickly peeled an apple for me, cut it into pieces, and fed me little by little, as if to say, get better soon! At this time, the light shines on my mother's head, and her white hair glitters under the light, especially dazzling.

Another time, I did poorly in the exam. I came home dejected and showed my examination paper to my mother. At that time, my mother was happy and sad, frowned and looked very angry. The white hair on her head seemed to increase several times at once

I must let my mother worry less about things and stop making a home for her with white hair.