Composition about I like to eat braised fish, more than 300 words in grade three.

So, it became mom's specialty. In the evening, it's already half past five. My mother suddenly called and said that she had to work overtime. Let my father and I wait for a while.

It's raining outside the window, my eyes are fixed on the distance, and I hope my mother will come back soon. I am doing my homework in my room alone. I looked at my watch. It was already seven ten. At this moment, I heard the sound of the key opening the door. Yes, my mother is back. I saw my mother holding an umbrella in her left hand and two bags of things in her right hand. They were all wet and even her hair stuck together. She put down her bag in a hurry and panted, "I bought a fish and some vegetables."

The words sound just fell and people rushed into the kitchen to get busy. I stood at the door of the kitchen watching, quietly watching. After a while, my mother came out with two pots of vegetables, which contained my favorite braised fish. I quickly filled three bowls of rice, and then I couldn't wait to sit at the table and wolfed it down. My mother put a big piece of fish in my bowl and said apologetically, "Slow down, slow down ..."

With a mouthful of rice in my mouth, I suddenly stopped chopsticks: "Mom, you also eat!"! Otherwise, the dishes are cold! " Mother rubbed her hands and said softly, "Leave me alone, come on, eat more fish, it's very nutritious!" " "chunks of stickleless fish are still sent to my bowl continuously, and soon, only the outline of the fish is left on the plate.

Mom just stopped and ate the bowl of rice that was no longer steaming. I looked at the desktop: I saw piles of fishbones in front of my mother's rice bowl, and there was nothing in front of me. A heat wave glides through my heart, and I know it's maternal love.