Kneel and beg for the composition of "My Story with Mom". (300-400 words) Come on!

Alas, the teacher arranged for my mother to write a composition again. What should I write? My mother is an able person in people's eyes. She loves working and cooks delicious food. But in my eyes, he is a complete child. When she has a problem, she will "conflict" with me, either ignoring me or always opposing me, which makes me nervous.

One of the headaches: Mom is a chatterbox.

"Tingting, it's seven fifty, it's time to get up!" "Please don't worry, I'm up!" I put a pillow corner in my ear, sat up slowly and said weakly. Busy mothers in the kitchen had to say one after another, "Tingting, get up, get up, it's seven fifty!" " "I immediately refreshed, action also immediately accelerated. I picked up the sweater, lifted it hard, put it behind me, jumped out of bed, rolled and crawled out of the bedroom, and looked at the wall clock. Oh, my God, it's only 7: 27. I almost passed out. Mom exaggerates!

Just after school in the afternoon, my mother started her "speech" in succession. "Ah, border guards are really hard! Patrol in the ice and snow. Inferior milk powder is really harmful! The people who produce these milk powders are really wicked. They are crazy about money and do these evil things. The United States has started to fight Iraq again ... "These things have happened for" 800 years ". Why didn't my mother forget them?

In the evening, my mother continued to make a long speech with her "golden words and jade words". Tingting, do your homework quickly, go to bed early, get up early tomorrow, get to school on time, and don't be late. "I see." I sighed and said that I didn't even know where my mother got so many words. Often my father and I will sneak into the study, take out the health box, take out two health balls from the health box and block our ears. When my mother gives a "speech", my father and I will start a "Spring and Autumn Dream".

The second nerve-racking thing: Mom likes to rob me.

One day, my sister and I were drawing the homework assigned by the teacher on the computer. Suddenly, my mother came out of nowhere, unscrewed me from the desk, pulled my sister away from the desk, sat in a chair with only a few erasers, canceled the homework form we drew on the computer and began to play games. No matter how angry we are, we accuse her, beg her and even pull her clothes. My sister and I struggled, but she still sat firmly in the chair without looking back. I was very angry. My sister and I blushed and our necks became thick. We raised our red eyebrows and green eyes at her. But she turned a blind eye and ignored it.

, no way, only we let her yo!

Another time, when I went to menstruation's house, menstruation brought me my favorite toffee. My mother likes toffee, too. She eagerly watched me eat sweet toffee, and her saliva swirled around her mouth. But she was embarrassed to ask her aunt for it, so she rolled her eyes, stood up, grabbed my candy and said, "Tingting, stop it, don't you like candy?" Besides, you can't eat sugar, or your teeth will grow decayed! "Say, peel off the candy paper, put the sugar in your mouth and eat it. I am so angry that I can't speak! "

My mother had a third headache, a fourth headache and so on, which made me shake my head and sigh. She misses her children so much that I, a real child, must let her go!