Mother’s love 妈妈的爱
I think my mother is great.
She is warm-hearted and is always smiling. People like to talk with her because her smiles make them happy. Whenever I see her smiling face, I feel relaxed, too.
She loves me very much. She is only a worker and doesn’t make much money, but she spends most of it on me. She takes very good care of me. Every day she cooks delicious and healthy food for me. And we also have a lot of good times together. She likes to tell me funny stories to make me laugh. On holidays, she enjoys taking me out for trips. Sometimes we even go outside in the evening after the rain has stopped, and we look for frogs. It’s lots of fun. I love my mother.
我认为我的'母亲是伟大的。
她是个热心的人，总是面带微笑。人们喜欢跟她说话是因为她的微笑使他们快乐。每当我看到她微笑的脸，我也感到轻松。
她很爱我。她仅仅是一个工人，赚钱不多，但她花了大部分在我身上。她把我照顾得很好。她每天都为我做可口健康的食物。我们也有很多好的时候。她喜欢给我讲有趣的故事使我发笑。在假期里，她喜欢带我去旅行。有时我们甚至在黄昏后雨停了，我们找青蛙。有很多乐趣。我爱我的母亲。
对夜空来说，享受夺目璀璨的星星来点缀，是一种幸福。
For the night sky, it is a kind of happiness to enjoy the dazzling stars.
对大地来说，享受美丽芬芳的花草来装饰是一种幸福。
For the earth, it is a kind of happiness to enjoy the beautiful and fragrant flowers and plants to decorate.
对我来说，享受你那无微不至的母爱来关照是我最大的幸福。
For me, it's my greatest happiness to enjoy your maternal love.
刚上小学，每每站在村庄口，等你回来。随着你的靠*，模糊不清的影子才越发清晰，是你，你回来了，一年中最幸福的时刻莫过于此，但为了生活。在陪伴我一个假期后，你就要离开了，我哭着向你吼道：“为什么，为什么又要离开我，你是不是不爱我了，我什么都不要，你不要离开好不好。"这时几乎可以用冷漠，残忍这个词来形容你，你硬生生撇开我拉着你的衣服的手，头也不回地上了车，毫不理会我的哭喊，却不曾想到你在车上已哭成了泪人。
Just went to primary school, often standing at the village gate, waiting for you to come back. As you approach, the blurred shadow becomes clearer. It's you. You are back. The happiest moment of the year is better than this, but for the sake of life. After a holiday with me, you are going to leave. I cry and roar to you, "why, why do you want to leave me again? Do you not love me? I don't want anything. Don't you leave, OK. "At this time, you can almost use the words of indifference and cruelty to describe you. You just left my hand holding your clothes and didn't go back to the ground to get on the car. You ignored my cry, but you didn't think you had become a tearful person in the car.
当我步入五年级时，一直照顾我的爷爷，突发脑梗，奶奶又年迈，无法照应我。你终于把我接到你的身旁，为了让我有更好的学*环境，你跑动，跑西，为了让我免受奔波之苦，你毫不犹豫地在社旗买了一套房子，曾经的.你不会做饭，笨到做鱼时，把鱼头当垃圾扔了。现在的你，厨艺可与五星级大厨媲美，曾经的你，只用轻轻松松的干几小时活儿，然后逛街，玩手机，过着小白领的生活，现在的你，天不亮就要起床做饭，打扫卫生，洗碗，完全是家庭主妇的日子，曾经的你，肤白貌美，现在的你被岁月的刻刀刻下一道道皱纹。而这一切都是为了我，我享受着你的爱，是多么幸福啊。
When I entered the fifth grade, I always took care of my grandfather. My grandmother was too old to take care of me. You finally connect me to your side. In order to let me have a better learning environment, you run, run west, in order to let me avoid the hardships of running, you don't hesitate to buy a house in the social flag, once you can't cook, stupid enough to make fish, throw the fish head as garbage. Now you can cook as well as five-star chefs. Once you only worked for a few hours, then went shopping, played with mobile phones, and lived a small white-collar life. Now you have to get up before dawn to cook, clean up, wash dishes. It's the day of housewife. Once you were white and beautiful. Now you have been carved with wrinkles by the years. And all this is for me, I enjoy your love, how happy.
进入九年级后，你突然对我严厉起来，起初也不在意。但后来你对我愈加严厉，也就使我起了不满的念头，但没过几天也就接受了。直到上次家长会，我从你的回信中找到了原因，在信中有这样一段话，“孩子，我不是故意对你严厉。我只是吃了没文化的亏，不想让你长大好为生计而辛苦…”刹那间，泪水蓄满了双眼，拥有并享受着你对我的爱，真幸福。
After entering the ninth grade, you suddenly became stern to me. At first, you didn't care. But then you became more strict with me, which made me dissatisfied, but I accepted it in a few days. Until the last parents' meeting, I found the reason from your re*. In the letter, there is a saying: "child, I didn't mean to be strict with you. I just ate the loss of no culture. I don't want you to grow up and work hard for your livelihood... " In a flash, tears filled my eyes, and I had and enjoyed your love for me. It's so happy.
你就是我最亲爱的母亲，母亲，我爱你。拥有你的我，比国王富有，失去你的我比乞丐落魄。
You are my dearest mother, mother, I love you. I have you, richer than the king, I lose you than beggars.
享受母爱是一种幸福。
It is a kind of happiness to enjoy maternal love.
One day more than ten years ago, our mother greeted us with tears and a happy smile. But when we came to the world, you had a lot of work to do - take care of us. Although this is a heavy burden, but you have no complaints to raise me up. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, you are always so hard, so hard.
十多年前的一天，母亲含泪和幸福的微笑迎接我们。但当我们来到这个世界上，你有很多工作要做-照顾我们。虽然这是一个沉重的负担，但你没有怨言把我养大。为了给我们一个舒适的生活环境，你总是那么辛苦，那么辛苦。
Someone says, love is an endless book, indeed.
A mother's love is like the spring rain, quietly moistening your heart, rooted in the depths of the soul. It brings a piece of green, the harvest is the joy. It is accompanied by growth of every little bit, hiding power, seem to have no bottom. This is the need to feel.
Love is like the wind, gently blowing your heart, in the spirit world to relax myself. It will give you comfort in the kind of care. Like rain, wash away all the worries and sadness.
The maternal love is also like the autumn night sky a bright moon, quiet and not lonely. In silence it encourage you, support you, so that you do not feel lonely. In the night curtain, shot a concern about the moon shine on you, it is a kind of sweet, is also a kind of love.
Maternal love is more like a heater in the winter, the warm love, is the best gift. When the fire in the shine on your face, you feel the warmth and love? It is the greatest in the world, the love of power, it can melt all, remove all obstacles.
Maternal love is boundless, life is full of love.
Maternal love is the early morning a cup of hot water before going out; is a bid; home is after a greeting; is a winter coat; is the movement of a towel; sleep is a " good night "; is ... ...
When the sun rises, when the West sunset gradually faded; when the northern geese swift return, when the southern fishing gradually. Love is never leave. No matter where in the world, the heart of a mother is always worried about, and the line is the motherly love.
Maternal love is priceless, motherly love, motherly love forever I will never finish.
母爱无价
有人说，母爱是一本写不完的书，的确如此。
母爱就像春天的雨露，悄悄地滋润你心，在心灵的深处生根发芽。它带来一片绿色，收获的是喜悦。它伴着成长的一点一滴，隐藏着伟大的力量，似乎深不可测。这是需要用心去感觉的。
母爱也像夏日的海风，微微地吹动你心，在精神的世界放松自我。它给你精神上的安慰于亲切的关怀。就像一场雨，洗去了一切烦恼与哀愁。
母爱还像深秋夜空的一轮明月，安静而不孤单。它在默默地鼓励你，支持你，使你并不感到孤单。在黑夜的幕布中，射出一道关切的月光照在你的身上，那是一种温馨，更是一种爱护。
母爱更像寒冬中的一个暖炉，那是温暖的爱，是最好的礼物。当炉火映照在你的脸庞，你是否感到了温暖与关爱?那是世间最伟大、最有力量的爱，它可以熔化一切，除去所有前进的障碍。
母爱无边，生活处处有母爱。
母爱是清晨的一杯热水;是出门前的一声叮嘱;是回家后的一句问候;是冬日中的一件大衣;是运动后的一条毛巾;是临睡前的一句“晚安”;是……
当东方的红日冉冉升起，当西边的晚霞渐渐褪去;当北方的大雁翩翩归来，当南方的渔船渐渐驶去。母爱却从不离开。不论身在何方，母亲的心总是在牵挂，而那条线就是母爱。
母爱无价，母爱无言，母爱永远也写不完。
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re*. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
My Mother’s Garden【妈妈的花园】
My mother is very good at raising plants and flowers.
We have plants and flowers indoors and outdoors all the year round. Some of our plants were very small in the beginning,
but now they are large and very beautiful.
On top of our roof there is a big glass-enclosed greenhouse.
All our friends love to come to our house to see the beautiful world my mother has made for us. Every morning and evening we see my mother taking care of her plants like little children.
As her real children grow older and more independent,
my mother devotes more time to her garden.
This is a very good way to spend one’s free time.
My Mother【我的母亲】
My mother is sixty-three years old, and for the last forty year she has been the village doctor. She has a small clinic that she prepares medicine and treats small injuries,
and also sells canned powder milk.
Our house has people in and out at all hours of the day and night. The villagers always like to come to her clinic to see the doctor and to meet their neighbors, too.
Almost all the villagers come to my mother when their baby is due. My mother is very good at predicting the day the baby will come.
Sometimes my mother will not get enough sleep if the babies come late at night or early in the morning.
There are special rooms for the mother and baby, and usually they stay at the doctor's house about twenty-four hours.
We always like to see the new babies get their first bath because they look so red and small.
All the village people know and trust my mother because she is such a quiet, kind,
and experienced friend of theirs.
——母爱英语作文合集20篇
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re***. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的.家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I've been bathing in the sunshine of my mother's love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.
世界上最伟大和最高尚的.爱是母爱。我从出生起就沐浴在母爱的阳光下。然而，我母亲对我的爱似乎不同。
I remember when I was a child, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age withdraw from their mother's arms. They were very envious, because my mother always encouraged me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was too unreasonable, and even asked my father, "did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when there are many girls in my class who are bothered by the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care and self-reliance than girls of my age. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's saying that "the road is the way people come out".
我记得小时候，我的家人出去散步，他们看到其他同龄的孩子从母亲怀里缩了出来。他们很羡慕我，因为我妈妈总是鼓励我用自己的脚走路。当时，我觉得妈妈太不讲理了，甚至问爸爸：“我是从妈妈那里来的吗？”。然而，现在我发现当班上有很多女生为800米耐力跑而烦恼时，我很容易达到标准。因为母亲独特的教育，我比同龄人更善于自理自立。这也让我明白了鲁迅“路是人出来的路”这句话的深刻含义。
A little older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is strong and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coax!
年纪大一点，我喜欢缠着妈妈讲故事。但是我妈妈让我给她讲个故事或者复述她的故事来交换我听到的每一个故事。现在看来，我的口语表达能力很强，作文也很容易写，这与哄有关！
But mother's love has something in common with others. When I am ill, my mother will accompany me and take care of me until I recover. When I encountered setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me, gave me courage and confidence. "Fall down and get up!" This is what my mother often said to me, and this sentence accompanied me through more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.
但母爱与其他人有共同之处。当我生病的时候，妈妈会陪着我照顾我直到我康复。当我在学*和生活中遇到挫折时，母亲鼓励我，给了我勇气和信心。”跌倒起来！”这是妈妈经常对我说的话，这句话陪伴着我走过了十多个春夏秋冬。它给我力量，促进我的进步。为此，我衷心感谢母亲的爱。
Time passed by us without mercy, unconsciously I have passed 16 years. In every inch of time, I know my mother didn't worry about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved all this. Everyone can get a great maternal love. Although I don't know how great it is, I dare to say that what I mean by maternal love is what I think is the greatest maternal love - the maternal love that gives me care, encouragement, confidence and strength!
时光无情地流逝，不知不觉地我已经走过了16年。在每一寸时间里，我知道我妈妈并不担心我。她的银线和鱼尾纹证明了这一切。每个人都能得到伟大的母爱。虽然我不知道这有多伟大，但我敢说，我所说的母爱是我认为最伟大的母爱——母爱给了我关爱、鼓励、信心和力量！
All the people often say:"mother's love is the greatest in the world! "Yes, mother's love is very great.We mother give us very too much love. But a big number of us, don't know our mother give us too much love. Mothers are very tired. We don't realize that we should make them to rest. Mothers are thirsty. We don't realize that we should give them a cup of tea. When we beacome father or mother. We will know our parents have gave us much love .So,at this moment. We must reture a good grades to our parents.
人们常常说：“母爱是世界上最伟大的`！”是的，母亲的爱是非常伟大。我们的妈妈给我们带来很大太多的爱。但是，我们中的大多数人，都不知道我们的母亲给了我们太多的爱。母亲是非常累的。我们没有意识到，我们应该让她们休息。母亲们是渴的。我们没有意识到，我们应该给她们一杯茶。当我们成为父亲或母亲。我们才会知道我们的父母已经给了我们太多的爱。所以，在这一刻。我们用好的成绩来报答我们的父母。
外面已是灯火通明，妈妈坐在微弱的灯光下给我缝补那件褪了色的红衬衫，一阵阵的干咳在我耳边回荡。
It was already bright outside. My mother sat in the dim light and mended the faded red shirt for me. The dry cough echoed in my ears.
“妈妈，这件衬衫我已经穿了好几个夏天了，也该换一件新的了。”我边写作业边说。
"Mom, I've been wearing this shirt for several summers, and it's time to get a new one." I said as I wrote my homework.
“孩子，最*妈妈手头紧，等过些日子，妈妈手头活络些再给你买件新衬衫，好吗？”妈妈用商量的口吻对我说。
"My child, my mother is short of money recently. I'll buy you a new shirt when she has more money, OK?" Mother said to me in a consultative tone.
“你整天都说没钱没钱，不是刚卖的麦子吗？”
"You said all day that you had no money, didn't you just sell the wheat?"
妈妈没有再说什么，只是默默地缝着那件衬衫。透过微弱的灯光，我看见妈妈那消瘦的脸上有两行晶莹的泪珠滚了下来，知道又伤了妈妈的心。于是我悄悄地回到房里去了。心里不由得在想：自己是不是太过分了，不应该要求妈妈给我买衣服。
Mom didn't say anything more, just sewed the shirt silently. Through the weak light, I saw two lines of crystal tears rolling down my mother's emaciated face, and I knew it hurt her heart again. So I quietly went back to the room. I can't help thinking: I am not too much, should not ask my mother to buy me clothes.
过了好一会，也没见妈妈进来睡觉，我便出去看妈妈在做些什么。当我跨出房门时，正看见妈妈提着昨天姑姑送来的那只红布包要出去。我不知妈妈要干什么，便悄悄地跟在她的后面。原来，妈妈摸着黑径直往离家不远的那家小店走去了。她进去不一会儿，里面便传来了店主王阿姨的声音：“小宁她妈，这些补品你还是留着自己用吧，你的身体很不好……”
After a long time, I didn't see my mother come in to sleep, so I went out to see what my mother was doing. When I stepped out of the door, I saw my mother carrying the red cloth bag that my aunt had sent yesterday. I didn't know what my mother was going to do, so I followed her quietly. It turned out that my mother went straight to the shop not far away from home in the dark. Soon after she entered, there came the voice of the owner's Aunt Wang: "Xiao Ning, her mother, you'd better keep these supplements for your own use, your health is very bad..."
“她阿姨，这些东西我吃不惯，你还是帮我退了吧！”这时传来了妈妈一阵猛烈的干咳声，“这些年来，她爸不在家，日子也不如往年，小宁这孩子也够苦的，眼看着夏天就要到了，我想……”
"Her aunt, I can't get used to these things. You'd better help me back!" At this time, there was a strong dry cough from my mother. "In recent years, her father is not at home, and the days are not as good as those of the previous years. Xiaoning's child is suffering enough. I think it's summer."
“不，妈妈！我不要衬衫了，这些您还是拿回家补补身子吧！”我再也忍不住了，冲了过去，抱着憔悴消瘦的妈妈，哭喊着说。“傻孩子，妈妈这不是挺好的吗？这些东西妈妈确实也用不着。”“不！不是的，您这么干咳已经拖了好长时间了，又不去看医生，这样下去要拖垮的，还不应该补补？王阿姨，请原谅，这些我们不退了。”说完，我连推带拉地拽着妈妈急急地跨出了小店。
"No, mom! I don't want shirts. Take them home and mend them! " I can't help it any more. I rushed to it, holding my emaciated mother and crying. "Silly child, mom, isn't that good? These things are not really needed by mom. " "No! No, you've been coughing so dry for a long time, and you don't go to see a doctor. If it's going to drag you down, shouldn't you make up for it? Please forgive me, Auntie Wang. We will not return these things. " Finish saying, I push and pull the mother hurriedly to step out of the shop.
在回家的路上，我为自己先前对妈妈提出的要求感到深深的歉疚。作为长女的我，应该孝敬疼我、爱我的妈妈，可我却……唉！
On the way home, I feel dee*** sorry for my previous request to my mother. As the eldest daughter, I should love and love my mother, but I Alas!
亲爱的妈妈，谢谢您对我的爱，在您的爱心下成长，女儿我不苦。因为女儿得到的是世界上最宝贵，最伟大的东西——母爱。
Dear mother, thank you for your love for me. Growing up with your love, my daughter is not bitter. Because what a daughter gets is the most precious and greatest thing in the world - maternal love.
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re***. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的.某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
Mother’s love 妈妈的爱
I think my mother is great.
She is warm-hearted and is always smiling. People like to talk with her because her smiles make them happy. Whenever I see her smiling face, I feel relaxed, too.
She loves me very much. She is only a worker and doesn’t make much money, but she spends most of it on me. She takes very good care of me. Every day she cooks delicious and healthy food for me. And we also have a lot of good times together. She likes to tell me funny stories to make me laugh. On holidays, she enjoys taking me out for trips. Sometimes we even go outside in the evening after the rain has stopped, and we look for frogs. It’s lots of fun. I love my mother.
我认为我的母亲是伟大的。
她是个热心的人，总是面带微笑。人们喜欢跟她说话是因为她的微笑使他们快乐。每当我看到她微笑的脸，我也感到轻松。
她很爱我。她仅仅是一个工人，赚钱不多，但她花了大部分在我身上。她把我照顾得很好。她每天都为我做可口健康的食物。我们也有很多好的'时候。她喜欢给我讲有趣的故事使我发笑。在假期里，她喜欢带我去旅行。有时我们甚至在黄昏后雨停了，我们找青蛙。有很多乐趣。我爱我的母亲。
Mom，I love you! Mothers are great. They’re always there for you. When you’re hungry, they’re there for you with food. When you’re sad, they’re there for you with words of encouragement.
And when you’re lying comfortably in your bed, mother is there...telling you to get up,telling you not to be so lazy, to tidy your room, to do your homework. And later, she’s there telling you that the style of clothes you wear is awful, and your friends are no good, and “Why can’t you be more like your cousin, the brilliant student?”
Yes, mothers are great, sometimes too great. No one in your life is going to know more about you and care more about you than your mother. In many ways, mothers are the centres of their children’s universe. We depend on them for so many things and they give us so much. That can lead to feelings of being “smothered” by mother; of being too dependent on her; of being loved too much. And sometimes we just take “good old” mom for granted. We think she has nothing better to do than take care of our every little need. That she must stop whatever she’s doing and bring us food or sew on a button.
I love you Mum! 我爱你,妈妈
My mother is forty-five years old. She works in a factory from 7:20 a.m. to 4:00 p.m
She works very hard, When she gets home. She does some housework.
She often helps me with any tiredness on her face.
When he I have difficulties,I usually ask my mother for help,
She is not noly any mother, but also my friend. and my teacher.
If I am not happy, She will make me laugh, I think my mother is the best woman in the world.
I love you. Mum!
我的母亲四十五岁。她在一家工厂工作，从早上7点20到下午4点
她工作很努力，当她回家时。她做一些家务。
她经常帮助我任何疲倦的脸上。
当他在我有困难时，我通常会问我的母亲帮助，
她不仅是妈妈，也是我的朋友。和我的`老师。
如果我不开心，她会让我笑，我想我的妈妈是世界上最好的女人。
我爱你。妈妈！
Someone says, love is an endless book, indeed.
A mother's love is like the spring rain, quietly moistening your heart, rooted in the depths of the soul. It brings a piece of green, the harvest is the joy. It is accompanied by growth of every little bit, hiding power, seem to have no bottom. This is the need to feel.
Love is like the wind, gently blowing your heart, in the spirit world to relax myself. It will give you comfort in the kind of care. Like rain, wash away all the worries and sadness.
The maternal love is also like the autumn night sky a bright moon, quiet and not lonely. In silence it encourage you, support you, so that you do not feel lonely. In the night curtain, shot a concern about the moon shine on you, it is a kind of sweet, is also a kind of love.
Maternal love is more like a heater in the winter, the warm love, is the best gift. When the fire in the shine on your face, you feel the warmth and love? It is the greatest in the world, the love of power, it can melt all, remove all obstacles.
Maternal love is boundless, life is full of love.
Maternal love is the early morning a cup of hot water before going out; is a bid; home is after a greeting; is a winter coat; is the movement of a towel; sleep is a " good night "; is ... ...
When the sun rises, when the West sunset gradually faded; when the northern geese swift return, when the southern fishing gradually. Love is never leave. No matter where in the world, the heart of a mother is always worried about, and the line is the motherly love.
Maternal love is priceless, motherly love, motherly love forever I will never finish.
母爱无价
有人说，母爱是一本写不完的书，的确如此。
母爱就像春天的雨露，悄悄地滋润你心，在心灵的深处生根发芽。它带来一片绿色，收获的是喜悦。它伴着成长的一点一滴，隐藏着伟大的力量，似乎深不可测。这是需要用心去感觉的。
母爱也像夏日的海风，微微地吹动你心，在精神的世界放松自我。它给你精神上的.安慰于亲切的关怀。就像一场雨，洗去了一切烦恼与哀愁。
母爱还像深秋夜空的一轮明月，安静而不孤单。它在默默地鼓励你，支持你，使你并不感到孤单。在黑夜的幕布中，射出一道关切的月光照在你的身上，那是一种温馨，更是一种爱护。
母爱更像寒冬中的一个暖炉，那是温暖的爱，是最好的礼物。当炉火映照在你的脸庞，你是否感到了温暖与关爱?那是世间最伟大、最有力量的爱，它可以熔化一切，除去所有前进的障碍。
母爱无边，生活处处有母爱。
母爱是清晨的一杯热水;是出门前的一声叮嘱;是回家后的一句问候;是冬日中的一件大衣;是运动后的一条毛巾;是临睡前的一句“晚安”;是……
当东方的红日冉冉升起，当西边的晚霞渐渐褪去;当北方的大雁翩翩归来，当南方的渔船渐渐驶去。母爱却从不离开。不论身在何方，母亲的心总是在牵挂，而那条线就是母爱。
母爱无价，母爱无言，母爱永远也写不完。
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re***. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的.炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re***. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的'孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
Mother’s love 妈妈的爱
I think my mother is great.
She is warm-hearted and is always smiling. People like to talk with her because her smiles make them happy. Whenever I see her smiling face, I feel relaxed, too.
She loves me very much. She is only a worker and doesn’t make much money, but she spends most of it on me. She takes very good care of me. Every day she cooks delicious and healthy food for me. And we also have a lot of good times together. She likes to tell me funny stories to make me laugh. On holidays, she enjoys taking me out for trips. Sometimes we even go outside in the evening after the rain has stopped, and we look for frogs. It’s lots of fun. I love my mother.
我认为我的母亲是伟大的。
她是个热心的`人，总是面带微笑。人们喜欢跟她说话是因为她的微笑使他们快乐。每当我看到她微笑的脸，我也感到轻松。
她很爱我。她仅仅是一个工人，赚钱不多，但她花了大部分在我身上。她把我照顾得很好。她每天都为我做可口健康的食物。我们也有很多好的时候。她喜欢给我讲有趣的故事使我发笑。在假期里，她喜欢带我去旅行。有时我们甚至在黄昏后雨停了，我们找青蛙。有很多乐趣。我爱我的母亲。
The greatest and selfless love in the world is maternal love.
Last year, my family decided to travel to Bali, Indonesia. I was very excited. Just a few days before I went, I had a high fever of about 40 ℃. My mother picked up the bag and put on the shoes to take me to the hospital in a hurry.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said, "the temperature is very high, so I have to hang salt water. It will take 1-3 days for fast and 5-6 days for slow." After listening to her mother, she said with a pale face, "what can I do for a trip?" "I'll hang the salt water for a few days, and then I'll prescribe some more when I go." Said the doctor.
Mom took the doctor's list, prescribed the medicine, hung up the salt water, and we went home. At dinner, my mother specially bought my favorite food and gave me the medicine one mouthful at a time. After eating the medicine, she gave me a sugar to make me happy. Mother also did a lot of things for me. You see how broad and selfless love it is! Love is priceless, unselfish and irreplaceable.
I love my mother. I love her so much.
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death.
They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats. I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish.
Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn’t eat it, but put it down, then called her children there.
The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit.
On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother’s love, I think.
Someone says, love is an endless book, indeed.
A mother's love is like the spring rain, quietly moistening your heart, rooted in the depths of the soul. It brings a piece of green, the harvest is the joy. It is accompanied by growth of every little bit, hiding power, seem to have no bottom. This is the need to feel.
Love is like the wind, gently blowing your heart, in the spirit world to relax myself. It will give you comfort in the kind of care. Like rain, wash away all the worries and sadness.
The maternal love is also like the autumn night sky a bright moon, quiet and not lonely. In silence it encourage you, support you, so that you do not feel lonely. In the night curtain, shot a concern about the moon shine on you, it is a kind of sweet, is also a kind of love.
Maternal love is more like a heater in the winter, the warm love, is the best gift. When the fire in the shine on your face, you feel the warmth and love? It is the greatest in the world, the love of power, it can melt all, remove all obstacles.
Maternal love is boundless, life is full of love.
Maternal love is the early morning a cup of hot water before going out; is a bid; home is after a greeting; is a winter coat; is the movement of a towel; sleep is a " good night "; is ... ...
When the sun rises, when the West sunset gradually faded; when the northern geese swift return, when the southern fishing gradually. Love is never leave. No matter where in the world, the heart of a mother is always worried about, and the line is the motherly love.
Maternal love is priceless, motherly love, motherly love forever I will never finish.
母爱无价
有人说，母爱是一本写不完的书，的确如此。
母爱就像春天的雨露，悄悄地滋润你心，在心灵的深处生根发芽。它带来一片绿色，收获的是喜悦。它伴着成长的一点一滴，隐藏着伟大的力量，似乎深不可测。这是需要用心去感觉的。
母爱也像夏日的海风，微微地吹动你心，在精神的世界放松自我。它给你精神上的`安慰于亲切的关怀。就像一场雨，洗去了一切烦恼与哀愁。
母爱还像深秋夜空的一轮明月，安静而不孤单。它在默默地鼓励你，支持你，使你并不感到孤单。在黑夜的幕布中，射出一道关切的月光照在你的身上，那是一种温馨，更是一种爱护。
母爱更像寒冬中的一个暖炉，那是温暖的爱，是最好的礼物。当炉火映照在你的脸庞，你是否感到了温暖与关爱?那是世间最伟大、最有力量的爱，它可以熔化一切，除去所有前进的障碍。
母爱无边，生活处处有母爱。
母爱是清晨的一杯热水;是出门前的一声叮嘱;是回家后的一句问候;是冬日中的一件大衣;是运动后的一条毛巾;是临睡前的一句“晚安”;是……
当东方的红日冉冉升起，当西边的晚霞渐渐褪去;当北方的大雁翩翩归来，当南方的渔船渐渐驶去。母爱却从不离开。不论身在何方，母亲的心总是在牵挂，而那条线就是母爱。
母爱无价，母爱无言，母爱永远也写不完。
Mother’s Love
Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I dee*** felt the love.
One day I hurried home for lunch after school, because there would be an exam in the afternoon and I had expected to go back to school early to prepare for the exam. But when I got home, the lunch was not ready yet. I felt unhappy. When the dishes were served, I forund none I like. I ran out of my house angrily and wanderde on the street for a while,hungry. Then I walked to school.When I got into the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. One classmate told me that it was my mother ther that had brought it here.After opening the box, I found my favorite food inside. My eyes was moist with tears.
Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!
译文：
母爱
每个孩子都被深沉的母爱包围着，然而我们经常对这种爱视而不见。一天我深深感受到了这种爱。
一天放学后我匆忙回家吃午饭，因为下午考试，我希望早一点回校准备考试。但是我到家时午饭还没有准备好，我很不高兴。饭菜端上来时，我发现没有一样是我喜欢的。我生气地跑出了家门，饿着肚子在街上游荡了一会，然后往学校走去。走进教室后，我看到书桌上有一个午餐盒，一个同学告诉我那是我妈妈送来的。打开盖子，里面是我喜欢吃的。我的眼睛湿润了。
妈妈无私地把爱给了我，却不求任何回报。多么深沉的母爱啊!
关于母爱的名言：
1、A mother ‘s voice is the most beautiful sound in the world! ( Dante )
世界上有一种最美丽的声音，那便是母亲的`呼唤。（但丁）
2、Loving mother of the arm is composed, the children could not sleep in it sweet? ( Hugo )
慈母的胳膊是慈爱构成的，孩子睡在里面怎能不甜？（雨果）
3、Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. ( mill)
母爱是世间最伟大的力量。（米尔）
4、Motherly love is how strong, selfish, fanatical to take the feelings of the whole heart. ( Duncan )母爱是多么强烈、自私、狂热地占据我们整个心灵的感情。（邓肯）
5、How much like the mother of the world! Their heart is always the same. Every mother has a very pure utter innocence. ( Whitman )
全世界的母亲多么的相像！他们的心始终一样。每一个母亲都有一颗极为纯真的赤子之心。（惠特曼）
A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementaryschool’sfirst teacher-parent conference. To the little boy sdismay, shesaid she would go. This would be the first time that hisclassmatesand teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed byherappearance. Although she was a beautiful woman, there was aseverescar that covered nearly the entire center side of her face.The boynever wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.
At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindnessandnatural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the littleboywas still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. Hedid,however, get within earshot of a conversation between hismotherand his teacher, and heard them speaking.
How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib ,I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.
At this point, the little boy came out running towards hismotherwith tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt anoverwhelmingsense of the sacrifice that his mother had made forhim. He heldher hand tightly for the rest of the day.
有个小男孩邀请他的母亲去参加学校举办的第一次家长会，令他沮丧的是，妈妈竟然答应去。同学们和老师将是第一次见到妈妈，但是，妈妈相貌令他感到难堪。虽然母亲非常漂亮，但她整个右脸几乎被一块严重的伤疤覆盖了。小男孩从来不曾想问母亲伤疤的来历。
家长会上，小男孩妈妈善良和蔼以及天生丽质给人们留下了深刻的印象，没有人在意她脸上的那块伤疤。但是，小男孩却感到局促不安，他藏起来不与人打照面。尽管如此，他还是能听到妈妈和老师的谈话，能听见他们谈话的内容。
“您脸上的伤疤是怎么来的?”老师问道。
小男孩的'妈妈答道：“儿子很小的时候，他的房间突然着火了，大家都不敢进去，因为火势失控了。我进去了。就在我跑向他的婴儿床时，我看到一根房梁就要倒下来，我扑到他的床上，想护住他。房梁把我砸晕了。幸运的是，消防员冲了进来，救了我们。”她摸着脸上的伤疤，说：“这块伤疤会永远留在脸上，但是直到今天，我从没为我做的事后悔过。”
听到这里，小男孩走了出来，满含热泪奔向妈妈，拥抱着她。母亲为自己作出的牺牲让他内心激动无比。那天后来，小男孩紧抓妈妈的手不曾松过。
My mother is forty-five years old. She works in a factory from 7:20 a.m. to 4:00 p.m
She works very hard, When she gets home. She does some housework.
She often helps me with any tiredness on her face.
When he I have difficulties,I usually ask my mother for help,
She is not noly any mother, but also my friend. and my teacher.
If I am not happy, She will make me laugh, I think my mother is the best woman in the world.
I love you. Mum!
我的母亲四十五岁。她在一家工厂工作，从早上7点20到下午4点
她工作很努力，当她回家时。她做一些家务。
她经常帮助我任何疲倦的脸上。
当他在我有困难时，我通常会问我的母亲帮助，
她不仅是妈妈，也是我的朋友。和我的老师。
如果我不开心，她会让我笑，我想我的妈妈是世界上最好的女人。
我爱你。妈妈！
The greatest and noblest love in the world is maternal love. I've been bathing in the sunshine of my mother's love since I was born. However, my mother's love for me seems different.
世界上最伟大和最高尚的爱是母爱。我从出生起就沐浴在母爱的阳光下。然而，我母亲对我的爱似乎不同。
I remember when I was a child, my family went out for a walk, and they saw other children of the same age withdraw from their mother's arms. They were very envious, because my mother always encouraged me to walk with my own feet. At that time, I thought my mother was too unreasonable, and even asked my father, "did I come from my mother?". However, now I find that when there are many girls in my class who are bothered by the 800 meter endurance run, I can easily reach the standard. Because of my mother's unique education, I am better at self-care and self-reliance than girls of my age. This also made me understand the profound meaning of Lu Xun's saying that "the road is the way people come out".
我记得小时候，我的家人出去散步，他们看到其他同龄的孩子从母亲怀里缩了出来。他们很羡慕我，因为我妈妈总是鼓励我用自己的脚走路。当时，我觉得妈妈太不讲理了，甚至问爸爸：“我是从妈妈那里来的吗？”。然而，现在我发现当班上有很多女生为800米耐力跑而烦恼时，我很容易达到标准。因为母亲独特的教育，我比同龄人更善于自理自立。这也让我明白了鲁迅“路是人出来的路”这句话的深刻含义。
A little older, I like to pester my mother to tell stories. But my mother asked me to tell her a story or retell her story in exchange for every story I heard. Now it seems that my oral expression ability is strong and my composition is easy to write, which is related to coax!
年纪大一点，我喜欢缠着妈妈讲故事。但是我妈妈让我给她讲个故事或者复述她的故事来交换我听到的每一个故事。现在看来，我的`口语表达能力很强，作文也很容易写，这与哄有关！
But mother's love has something in common with others. When I am ill, my mother will accompany me and take care of me until I recover. When I encountered setbacks in my study and life, my mother encouraged me, gave me courage and confidence. "Fall down and get up!" This is what my mother often said to me, and this sentence accompanied me through more than ten spring, summer, autumn and winter. It gives me strength and promotes my progress. For this reason, I sincerely thank my mother for her love.
但母爱与其他人有共同之处。当我生病的时候，妈妈会陪着我照顾我直到我康复。当我在学*和生活中遇到挫折时，母亲鼓励我，给了我勇气和信心。”跌倒起来！”这是妈妈经常对我说的话，这句话陪伴着我走过了十多个春夏秋冬。它给我力量，促进我的进步。为此，我衷心感谢母亲的爱。
Time passed by us without mercy, unconsciously I have passed 16 years. In every inch of time, I know my mother didn't worry about me. Her silver thread and fishtail pattern proved all this. Everyone can get a great maternal love. Although I don't know how great it is, I dare to say that what I mean by maternal love is what I think is the greatest maternal love - the maternal love that gives me care, encouragement, confidence and strength!
时光无情地流逝，不知不觉地我已经走过了16年。在每一寸时间里，我知道我妈妈并不担心我。她的银线和鱼尾纹证明了这一切。每个人都能得到伟大的母爱。虽然我不知道这有多伟大，但我敢说，我所说的母爱是我认为最伟大的母爱——母爱给了我关爱、鼓励、信心和力量！
One day more than ten years ago, our mother greeted us with tears and a happy smile. But when we came to the world, you had a lot of work to do - take care of us. Although this is a heavy burden, but you have no complaints to raise me up. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, you are always so hard, so hard.
翻译：
十多年前的`一天，母亲含泪和幸福的微笑迎接我们。但当我们来到这个世界上，你有很多工作要做—照顾我们。虽然这是一个沉重的负担，但你没有怨言把我养大。为了给我们一个舒适的生活环境，你总是那么辛苦，那么辛苦。
——母爱的英语作文通用10篇
我有一个幸福的家庭，还有一位伟大的母亲，更多的是我有许许多多数也数不完的母爱。
I have a happy family and a great mother. What's more, I have many and countless maternal love.
“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子象块宝……”
从小时候起爷爷奶奶、爸爸妈妈就教我唱这首歌。当妈妈从怀我到出生这个阶段，是非常辛苦的，但她又是快乐的，因为有了我，我是她全部的希望和寄托。
"Only a mother is good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure..." Since childhood, my grandparents and parents have taught me to sing this song. It's very hard for mom to be pregnant with me to be born, but she is happy again, because with me, I am her all hope and sustenance.
在我1岁零10个月时，妈妈就把我送到了幼儿园。妈妈除工作忙之外，实际的目的是想让我过有规律的生活，培养我活泼开朗的性格以及独立生活的能力，这就是母爱。当时听妈妈说，很多小朋友一听说要上幼儿园，就不停地哭闹，而且一闹就是几个月。我大概哭闹了一个星期，以后就不闹了，老师经常表扬我是一个坚强、勇敢、能干、漂亮的小女孩。
When I was 1 year old and 10 months old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. In addition to my busy work, my mother's actual purpose is to let me live a regular life, cultivate my lively and cheerful character and the ability to live independently, which is maternal love. At that time, I heard from my mother that many children kept crying when they heard that they were going to kindergarten, and they kept crying for months. I cried for about a week, and then I stopped. The teacher often praised me as a strong, brave, capable and beautiful little girl.
当我快要上学了，妈妈为我买漂亮的新衣服，为我买崭新的文具，叮嘱我要尊敬老师，与同学团结友爱，上课要认真，要养成好的学*和生活*惯，虽然听多了觉着心烦，但我知道如果妈妈不爱我也不会唠叨我。
When I was about to go to school, my mother bought me beautiful new clothes, bought me brand-new stationery, told me to respect the teacher, unite and love with my classmates, be serious in class, and develop good study and living habits. Although I was upset after listening more, I knew that if my mother didn't love me, I would not nag me.
妈妈的爱像冬天里的火炉，总是在我需要的时候给我温暖。冬天即将来临，妈妈怕我着凉。从繁忙的公务中挤出一点点时间为我织毛衣。晚上，她安抚我睡好觉后，便坐到桌前为我缝制毛衣。第二天早上，我醒来的时候惊奇的发现在我的枕头边放着一件还差一个袖子没织好的毛衣。妈妈睡在我旁边，那蜡黄的脸上一双暗淡无光的眼睛外布满了黑眼圈儿。我不由得感到一丝心酸，我抱起那件还没织好的毛衣轻轻哭泣着，生怕惊醒了我那疲惫不堪的母亲……
My mother's love is like a stove in winter. It always warms me when I need it. Winter is coming. My mother is afraid that I will catch cold. Squeeze a little time out of the busy business to knit a sweater for me. In the evening, when she calmed me to sleep, she sat down at the table and sewed sweaters for me. The next morning, when I woke up, I was surprised to find that there was a sweater by my pillow that was still one sleeve short of knitting. My mother was sleeping next to me. Her waxy face was covered with dark eyes. I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I picked up the sweater that hadn't been woven and wept softly for fear that I might wake up my tired mother
由此我知道了：母爱是无私的，母爱是纯洁的；母爱是只知道给予而不求回报的。
From this I know: maternal love is selfless, maternal love is pure; maternal love is only know to give and do not ask for return.
我就像一朵*凡的花，而妈妈就像一个辛勤劳动的园丁为我浇水，为我打造未来。她教我怎样做人，教我做文明人，不要乱吐痰，不要随意拿人家东西……
I am like an ordinary flower, and my mother is like a hard-working gardener to water me and build the future for me. She taught me how to be a human being, how to be a civilized person, how to not spit or take other people's things at will
每当到了周末，本该休息的妈妈却还要陪我上课外班。夏天，妈妈顶着炎热的太阳送我去市内上课。秋天，冒着大风大雨带着我去老师家跳舞。冬天，妈妈又牵着我顶着大风大雪去上作文班以及英语班。妈妈我一定不会辜负您对我的希望，我一定好好学*，长大以后为祖国效力，为您敬孝！
When it comes to the weekend, my mother, who is supposed to have a rest, will accompany me out of class. In summer, my mother took me to school in the city under the hot sun. In autumn, braved the strong wind and heavy rain to take me to the teacher's house to dance. In winter, my mother led me to the composition class and English class under the strong wind and snow. Mom, I will live up to your hope for me. I will study hard, and I will serve the motherland and respect your filial piety when I grow up!
母爱还有很多很多。是说不完道不尽的话语，是尝不透品不腻的深情。妈妈我会永远记住您的爱，对您说一声：“我爱您！”让我们用爱去回报，用情去营造幸福美满的生活吧！
There are many more maternal love. Is to say endless words, is not to taste the deep feeling of not tired. Mom, I will always remember your love and say, "I love you!" Let's return with love and build a happy life with love!
Mom，I love you! Mothers are great. They’re always there for you. When you’re hungry, they’re there for you with food. When you’re sad, they’re there for you with words of encouragement.
And when you’re lying comfortably in your bed, mother is there...telling you to get up,telling you not to be so lazy, to tidy your room, to do your homework. And later, she’s there telling you that the style of clothes you wear is awful, and your friends are no good, and “Why can’t you be more like your cousin, the brilliant student?”
Yes, mothers are great, sometimes too great. No one in your life is going to know more about you and care more about you than your mother. In many ways, mothers are the centres of their children’s universe. We depend on them for so many things and they give us so much. That can lead to feelings of being “smothered” by mother; of being too dependent on her; of being loved too much. And sometimes we just take “good old” mom for granted. We think she has nothing better to do than take care of our every little need. That she must stop whatever she’s doing and bring us food or sew on a button.
我有一个幸福的家庭，还有一位伟大的母亲，更多的是我有许许多多数也数不完的母爱。
I have a happy family and a great mother. What's more, I have many and countless maternal love.
“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子象块宝……”从小时候起爷爷奶奶、爸爸妈妈就教我唱这首歌。当妈妈从怀我到出生这个阶段，是非常辛苦的，但她又是快乐的，因为有了我，我是她全部的希望和寄托。
"Only a mother is good in the world. A mother's child is like a treasure..." Since childhood, my grandparents and parents have taught me to sing this song. It's very hard for mom to be pregnant with me to be born, but she is happy again, because with me, I am her all hope and sustenance.
在我1岁零10个月时，妈妈就把我送到了幼儿园。妈妈除工作忙之外，实际的目的是想让我过有规律的生活，培养我活泼开朗的性格以及独立生活的能力，这就是母爱。当时听妈妈说，很多小朋友一听说要上幼儿园，就不停地哭闹，而且一闹就是几个月。我大概哭闹了一个星期，以后就不闹了，老师经常表扬我是一个坚强、勇敢、能干、漂亮的小女孩。
When I was 1 year old and 10 months old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. In addition to my busy work, my mother's actual purpose is to let me live a regular life, cultivate my lively and cheerful character and the ability to live independently, which is maternal love. At that time, I heard from my mother that many children kept crying when they heard that they were going to kindergarten, and they kept crying for months. I cried for about a week, and then I stopped. The teacher often praised me as a strong, brave, capable and beautiful little girl.
当我快要上学了，妈妈为我买漂亮的新衣服，为我买崭新的文具，叮嘱我要尊敬老师，与同学团结友爱，上课要认真，要养成好的学*和生活*惯，虽然听多了觉着心烦，但我知道如果妈妈不爱我也不会唠叨我。
When I was about to go to school, my mother bought me beautiful new clothes, bought me brand-new stationery, told me to respect the teacher, unite and love with my classmates, be serious in class, and develop good study and living habits. Although I was upset after listening more, I knew that if my mother didn't love me, I would not nag me.
妈妈的爱像冬天里的火炉，总是在我需要的时候给我温暖。冬天即将来临，妈妈怕我着凉。从繁忙的公务中挤出一点点时间为我织毛衣。晚上，她安抚我睡好觉后，便坐到桌前为我缝制毛衣。第二天早上，我醒来的时候惊奇的发现在我的枕头边放着一件还差一个袖子没织好的毛衣。妈妈睡在我旁边，那蜡黄的脸上一双暗淡无光的眼睛外布满了黑眼圈儿。我不由得感到一丝心酸，我抱起那件还没织好的毛衣轻轻哭泣着，生怕惊醒了我那疲惫不堪的母亲……
My mother's love is like a stove in winter. It always warms me when I need it. Winter is coming. My mother is afraid that I will catch cold. Squeeze a little time out of the busy business to knit a sweater for me. In the evening, when she calmed me to sleep, she sat down at the table and sewed sweaters for me. The next morning, when I woke up, I was surprised to find that there was a sweater by my pillow that was still one sleeve short of knitting. My mother was sleeping next to me. Her waxy face was covered with dark eyes. I couldn't help feeling a little sad. I picked up the sweater that hadn't been woven and wept softly for fear that I might wake up my tired mother
由此我知道了：母爱是无私的，母爱是纯洁的；母爱是只知道给予而不求回报的。
From this I know: maternal love is selfless, maternal love is pure; maternal love is only know to give and do not ask for return.
我就像一朵*凡的花，而妈妈就像一个辛勤劳动的园丁为我浇水，为我打造未来。她教我怎样做人，教我做文明人，不要乱吐痰，不要随意拿人家东西……
I am like an ordinary flower, and my mother is like a hard-working gardener to water me and build the future for me. She taught me how to be a human being, how to be a civilized person, how to not spit or take other people's things at will
每当到了周末，本该休息的妈妈却还要陪我上课外班。夏天，妈妈顶着炎热的太阳送我去市内上课。秋天，冒着大风大雨带着我去老师家跳舞。冬天，妈妈又牵着我顶着大风大雪去上作文班以及英语班。妈妈我一定不会辜负您对我的希望，我一定好好学*，长大以后为祖国效力，为您敬孝！
When it comes to the weekend, my mother, who is supposed to have a rest, will accompany me out of class. In summer, my mother took me to school in the city under the hot sun. In autumn, braved the strong wind and heavy rain to take me to the teacher's house to dance. In winter, my mother led me to the composition class and English class under the strong wind and snow. Mom, I will live up to your hope for me. I will study hard, and I will serve the motherland and respect your filial piety when I grow up!
母爱还有很多很多。是说不完道不尽的话语，是尝不透品不腻的深情。妈妈我会永远记住您的爱，对您说一声：“我爱您！”让我们用爱去回报，用情去营造幸福美满的生活吧！
There are many more maternal love. Is to say endless words, is not to taste the deep feeling of not tired. Mom, I will always remember your love and say, "I love you!" Let's return with love and build a happy life with love!
Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love.However,we often turn a blind eye to the love.One day I dee*** felt the love.
One day I hurried home for lunch after school,because there would be an exam in the afternoon and I had expected to go back to school early to prepare for the exam.But when I got home,the lunch was not ready yet.I felt unhappy.When the dishes were served,I forund none I like.I ran out of my house angrily and wandered on the street for a while,hungry.Then I walked to school.
When I got into the classroom,I saw a lunch box on my desk.One classmate told me that it was my mother ther that had brought it here.After opening the box,I found my favorite food inside.My eyes was moist with tears.
Mother gave me her love without asking for return,How deep mother love is!
Someone said: "father is like a mountain, solemn and great. A mother's love is like water, gentle and kind" a mother's love is like water, because it is clear as water, no dirty things, let us bathe in the sea of love, and spring-like weathering rain, moistens our young and small mind. A mother's love to love you not because of any self, her love is selfless, is not return, so she is willing to pay. A mother's love can sometimes be like water, gently pushes us these small boats, filled with strong love around water, protect us. A mother's love is like water, you understand the mother the softness and the purity of love?
Someone said: "father is like a mountain, solemn and great. A mother's love is like water, gentle and kind" a mother's love is like water, because it is clear as water, no dirty things, let us bathe in the sea of love, and spring-like weathering rain, moistens our young and small mind. A mother's love to love you not because of any self, her love is selfless, is not return, so she is willing to pay. A mother's love can sometimes be like water, gently pushes us these small boats, filled with strong love around water, protect us. A mother's love is like water, you understand the mother the softness and the purity of love?
Every child is surrounded by the deep mother love. However, we often turn a blind eye to the love. One day I dee*** felt the love.
One day I hurried home for lunch after school, because there would be an exam in the afternoon and I had expected to go back to school early to prepare for the exam. But when I got home, the lunch was not ready yet. I felt unhappy. When the dishes were served, I forund none I like. I ran out of my house angrily and wanderde on the street for a while,hungry. Then I walked to school.
When I got into the classroom, I saw a lunch box on my desk. One classmate told me that it was my mother ther that had brought it here.After opening the box, I found my favorite food inside. My eyes was moist with tears.
Mother gave me her love without asking for return, How deep mother love is!
每个孩子都被深沉的母爱包围着，然而我们经常对这种爱视而不见。一天我深深感受到了这种爱。
一天放学后我匆忙回家吃午饭，因为下午考试，我希望早一点回校准备考试。但是我到家时午饭还没有准备好，我很不高兴。饭菜端上来时，我发现没有一样是我喜欢的。我生气地跑出了家门，饿着肚子在街上游荡了一会，然后往学校走去。
走进教室后，我看到书桌上有一个午餐盒，一个同学告诉我那是我妈妈送来的。打开盖子，里面是我喜欢吃的。我的眼睛湿润了。
妈妈无私地把爱给了我，却不求任何回报。多么深沉的母爱啊!
关于母爱的英语作文：
A mother's love such as the sea, deep and implicit; A mother's love is like the sun, warm and warm. Perhaps we didn't pay attention to it, but it always when we need most, as we hold up a piece of sunny days.
Naive childhood sneaking off walked at a brisk pace. Twinkling of an eye, I from a toddler, has become a charming boy. Grew up I understand the "mother" this role, also feel the mother's love for me. Remember this summer, the power went out one evening, the silence all round, lying in bed I opened my eyes, sultry air makes me feel to breathe, I toss and turn, difficult to fall asleep. Mother walked to come over, seems to see through my mind, picked up the fan fan wind for me. Mother a busy day, I advised my mother go to bed early, but her gentle said to me: "little jie, do you have classes tomorrow, have a good sleep." Mother is like a cool wind blowing, from my heart and I felt much more comfortable. I don't know where to courage and said to his mother: "mom, I love you!" Mother smiled, very sweet, but seems to be elusive a movement, a smile, a thick love.
Mom, from the moment I was born, you meticulous care me, love me, I can be healthy and happy growth! I think, without you, I have no chance in this world feel life changes in temperature, there is no chance to enjoy the happiness and joy in the world.
Of the loving mother love. The loving mother love, deep as the sea. In the mother great, selfless love, I know a lot of.
参考翻译：
母爱如大海，深沉而含蓄;母爱似太阳，热烈而温暖。或许我们并没有注意它的存在，可是它总会在我们最需要的时候，为我们撑起一片晴天。
幼稚的童年时光迈着轻快的步伐悄悄离去。转眼间，我从一个蹒跚学步的小孩，已变成了一个翩翩少年。渐渐长大的我明白了“母亲“这一角色的难当，也体会到了母亲对我的爱。记得今年夏天，有一天晚上停电了，四周一片寂静，躺在床上的我睁开了眼睛，闷热的空气让我觉得透不过气来，我辗转反侧，难以入睡。妈妈走了过来，似乎看透了我的.心思，拿起扇子帮我扇起风来。妈妈忙碌了一天，我劝妈妈早点休息，她却温和的对我说：”小洁，你明天还要上课呢，好好睡哦。“妈妈的话就像一股凉风从我心田吹过，我顿时觉得舒畅多了。我不知哪来的勇气，对妈妈说：“妈妈，我爱你!“妈妈笑了，很甜，却又似乎捉摸不透一个动作，一个微笑，诠释了一份浓浓的爱。
妈妈，从我呱呱坠地的那一刻起，您就无微不至的照顾我，呵护我，使我能够健康、快乐的成长!我想，要是没有您，我就没有机会在这世界体味人生的冷暖，也就没有机会在这世界上享受幸福和快乐。
慈母情，包容一切;慈母情，深似大海。在妈妈博大、无私的爱中，我懂得了许多。
Night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally, one night, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in re***. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
Well, the years have passed, and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now, my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad, and on special occasions, I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve, as I slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
In my memory, for the thousandth time, I recalled the night my young voice complained, "Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand, I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
That night, I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
伟大的母爱
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个*惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种*惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽*，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙!”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
I got up late this morning and went to school without feeding my cats.When I came home in the afternoon, the cats almost starved to death. They circled around me and crying for food. I took one fish out and threw it to the cats. I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit. On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.
我早上起床晚了，所以没来得及喂猫就上学去了。当我下午放学回家时，猫都快要饿死了。它们围着我“喵喵”地叫着要饭吃。我拿出一条鱼扔过去。我想看看谁先抢到鱼。只见猫妈妈一口叼住鱼，迅速跑开了。它没有吃，而是放下鱼，回头召唤它的孩子们。四个小家伙狼吞虎咽地吃着鱼，而它们的妈妈就在一旁温柔地看着，一口也没吃。我想起了我的妈妈。她也是这样无私地对我的`。这就是母爱了，我想。
time is running out for my friend. while we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "were taking a survey,"she says, half-joking. "do you think i should have a baby?"
"it will change your life," i say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "i know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."
but thats not what i mean at all. i look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. i want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. i want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.
i consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "what if that had been my child?" that every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. that when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. i look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
i feel i should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. she might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her babys sweet smell. she will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.
i want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. that a five-year-old boys desire to go to the mens room rather than the womens at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. the issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. however decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
looking at my attractive friend, i want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. that her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.
i want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. i want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. i want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.
my friends look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "youll never regret it," i say finally. then, squeezing my friends hand, i offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
——母爱亲情作文6篇
我生长在这爱的世界里，被各种爱包围着。老师的关爱，同学间的友爱，爷爷奶奶的宠爱。但我最不能忘怀的是那浓浓的`母爱。
如果你问我，母爱是什么？我会回答你，母爱是风雨中的一把伞。记得在一个夏天，我和妈妈一起去超市购物，返回时，却忽然下起了大雨，因为没想到会下雨，所以妈妈的包里只带了一把遮阳伞。在路上，妈妈把伞使劲地偏向我这边。到家时，我没被雨淋着，妈妈浑身却都湿透了。难道说母爱不是一把能遮风挡雨的伞吗？
如果你问我，母爱是什么？我会回答你，母爱是在你遇到挫折时，一句鼓励的话语。有一次，妈妈领我到公园玩，我看见很多小朋友都在玩*衡木，我也跑去一起玩，可我刚站在*衡木上，就开始摇晃起来，一下子摔倒了下来。小朋友都大声的笑起来。我红着脸跑到妈妈身边，沮丧地对妈妈说：“我害怕，不敢玩儿。”妈妈轻轻的抚摸着我的头，柔声地说；“我的儿子真棒，第一次玩*衡木，不用人扶就敢上去，真勇敢。你之所以掉下来是因为没有掌握好*衡，只要你克服恐惧心理，多多练*就一定行的，记住，信心加努力等于成功。去吧！孩子，妈妈相信你一定行的。于是，我又跑回去，尽管有好几次都摔下来，可当我回头看见妈妈那鼓励的眼神时，我又信心百倍地走上去。现在，我已经是同学中走*衡木最棒的一个。”“信心加努力等于成功”，我会永远记住这句话的。难道说母爱不是一句鼓励的话语吗
如果你问我，母爱是什么？我会回答你，母爱是责备的目光。有一回，我不小心摔坏了一个贵重的花瓶。妈妈回来看到了。问我是怎么回事，我撒谎说是被风吹倒的。可那天没有起大风，妈妈没有立刻揭穿我的谎言，只是用那责备的目光意味深长的望着我。我的脸“腾”地一下红起来，连忙向妈妈承认错误。妈妈安慰我说：“犯了错误并不可怕，可怕的是不敢于承担责任，不去改正错误。”从此以后，每当我犯了错误想要推卸责任时，妈妈的目光就会浮现在我的眼前，我再也没犯过类似的错误。难道说母爱不是责备的目光吗？
如果也有人问你，母爱是什么？那么你大声地回答他吧！
母爱是太阳射下的第一缕霞光，温暖着我们；母爱是一坛历久弥香的陈酒，滋润着我们。母爱是一本永远也读不完的书，指引着我们；母爱又是一条奔腾不息的大河，源源不断，永远伴随着我们。
亲情是冬日里的阳光，给人温暖；亲情是黑暗中的光明，照亮人心；亲情是迷路时的路标，指引方向。
生活中处处都有亲情，我们也是在亲情的包围下成长的，但是，你是否想过要怎样去感恩他们？记得那一次，乌云密布，使原本明媚的天空一下子就暗了下来，总是给人一种即将要下雨的感觉。放学了，我从拥挤的人群中冲了出来，便四处张望，可还是没有看到那个熟悉的身影，我着急地在家长接待室门前走来走去，时不时跳起来张望一下，我急得像热锅上的蚂蚁。马上就要下大雨了，可是妈妈还没有来，如果妈妈不来，我该怎么办，会不会是妈妈忘记了，“不会的，不会的！妈妈不会忘记的！”我边说边打消了这个念头。
突然一个闪电照耀大地，闷雷紧跟而上，一阵寒风呼啸而过，我冻得直哆嗦，可妈妈还是没有来，没办法，我只好先走进家长接待室避避难。随着时间的飞逝，周围的人群逐渐散去，只剩我一人来独自承受这寂寞。闪电继续照耀着，闷雷继续轰鸣着，寒风继续呼啸着，时间在一点点地流逝，就连雨水也忍不住加入其中。只是几分钟，一开始的毛毛细雨竟然已经变成了如今的磅礴大雨。我在等待中睡着了，不知过了多久，妈妈用她那温暖的手摇醒了我，我用手揉了揉惺忪的眼睛，便一下子扑在了妈妈的怀里，说：“妈妈，你怎么才来啊！我等了你好久！”“对不起，对不起，妈妈错了！”回到家里，妈妈早已成了落汤鸡，因为她把唯一一件小雨衣穿在了我的身上，而自己却被雨淋着，我急忙从卫生间里拿出了一块干毛巾来擦去她脸上的雨水。妈妈微笑的看着我，我又扑进了她的怀里，晶莹的泪珠从我脸上滑溜。
母爱是最伟大的，“谁言寸草心，报得三春晖”妈妈为我们付出了这么多，我们又何曾回报过她呢？现在，让我们一起去感恩母爱，用自己的实际行动去报答她们！
我从小喜欢绘画，在漫漫的学画之路上，是母亲在背后默默地支持我。一路的鲜花和掌声，有我的努力，有我的付出，更有母亲的鼓励，母亲的心血……
初学绘画,小时候，我喜欢涂鸦，特别喜欢在墙上画画，母亲没阻止我，而是细心地呵护我，我兴致大增，家中雪白的墙壁上涂满了我花花绿绿的画，母亲总在一旁笑眯眯地看着我。正是这样，母亲擦燃了我心灵深处热爱绘画的火花。七岁那年，我在幼儿园里报了线描兴趣班，老师认为我是画得最好的。这时，细心的母亲发现我在绘画上有点天赋，便打算为我找一位好老师。早就听说李正火老师是上虞小学美术界首屈一指的，母亲就想尽办法让李老师收下我这位学生。从此，在李老师的启蒙教育下，我便走进了绘画的大门。学了一段时间之后，我就厌倦了这简单枯燥的线描。母亲就去请教李老师，她喜滋滋地回来了，一脸的灿烂。后来，每当我画时，母亲也坐在一旁边，拿起画笔，煞有介事地画着。她画得明显不如我，可一笔一画，还挺用心的。我也慢慢地耐下性子，坚持下来了。那一年，我的一幅作品登在上了《上虞日报》上，母亲把那张报纸像宝贝似的珍藏起来，逢人便捧出来。我也初步尝到了画画的甜头。
坚持学画,学了两年之后，李老师去华维当校长。我便拜师于上虞师范的资深美术老师李亦君门下。每个周六，要学整整一天画。母亲就陪在一旁，为我洗盒子、添颜料……做我忠实的助手。外出写生时，无论是刮风下雨，还是烈日炎炎，母亲就撑着一把伞，为我遮阳挡雨。到了高年级，我要完成繁重的作业，还要学数奥，上培训班，周六一天的画画占据了我大半的双休日时间。我不停地埋怨，不停地对母亲发脾气：“我不想学了，是你强迫我学的。”母亲没有多余的语言，只是说了一句“做一件事，要放弃很容易，要坚持不容易。”不由分说，在我的埋怨声中把我送到绘画室，仍然做着我的忠实助手。每逢周六，我和母亲重演这一幕幕。有时，我真是恨透了母亲。
永恒的歌,如今，我的绘画多次获全国大奖，几次举办过个人画展。偶然有一次，我无意中听到周杰伦的一首《听母亲的话》……这首歌让我慢慢地明白了母亲所做的一切。后来，每当我听到这首歌，我的眼眶总会渐渐地湿润。母爱如涓涓细流，无时无刻地滋润着我的心田。
母爱是什么？当我灰心丧气的时候，母爱是一屡屡灿烂的阳光，丝丝屡屡照亮我的心房。
母爱是什么？当我们心灵空虚的时候，母爱是一滴滴甘甜的雨露，点点滴滴滋润着我的心田。
母爱是什么？当我感到身心疲乏的时候，母爱是大山里涌出的一眼温泉，滴滴点点凝成我理想的珠串。
母爱是什么？当我面对前途，心里茫然的时候，母爱是一颗永不落的星星，指引我前进的路向！
一瓶矿泉水
有这样一个故事：在一个比较贫穷落后的家庭中，生活着母亲和女儿两口人。母亲是个下岗工人，靠卖杂货来维持生计。女孩在一所重点中学上学，而这所中学的学生都是很富有的。每次上体育课，同学们总是带来矿泉水喝。而女孩不能节节课买矿泉水喝。
她对母亲说：“妈，您能为我节节体育课买水喝吗？”
母亲默不做声。母亲知道家中的窘境，也理解女儿的要求，她很犹豫，不知如何是好。
第二天的体育课，母亲为女儿递上了一瓶矿泉水，满足了女儿的要求，挽回了女儿的面子。
其实，女孩也知道家中的窘境，于是说：“妈，乐百氏矿泉水贵，不如买那种便宜。”说着指向了货台上的另一种矿泉水。母亲笑了，说：“就喝这种吧！”
以后的每一节体育课，女孩都带着一瓶矿泉水。有一次，她的同桌忘记带矿泉水，女孩把矿泉水递给了他，这个男孩，喝了一口说：“这怎么是白开水呀！”女孩也奇怪了，说：“不会吧！这应该是矿泉水呀！”班里沸腾了，全班同学都说是白开水。
晚上回到家，女孩很不高兴。便说：“妈，这水……。”女孩又沉默了。母亲一愣，明白了，：“孩子，你知道家中的窘境，你每星期有两节体育课，每节课带一瓶矿泉水，每瓶矿泉水2元，每月就要花将*20元的矿泉水费呀！”
是呀！母亲说的对，家中本身就很贫穷，母亲为了自己，已经付出了许多……女孩读懂了母亲。
又是一节体育课女孩依照带着一瓶矿泉水，有些同学便来问：“这里还是白开水吗？”女孩抬起了头，郑重地说：“是的，这是白开水。”
她不再怕那些同学嘲笑，讥讽的眼光，她抬起了头，因为她已经喝出了白开水中的甜蜜的味道。
女孩长大后，成了一位富有的公司老板，但她还是喜欢喝母亲做的白开水。只有白开水才是最可口，最甜蜜的水，好香好香……
天空的幸福源于它的蓝；森林的幸福为的是它的一身绿；阳光的幸福因它的金黄；而我们所拥有的幸福是五彩缤纷的。生活中随处都有“幸福”的风景，哪怕只是一道坡，在那个叫“母爱”的坡上，留有妈妈对我们的深深爱意给他的银发和皱纹。
母亲的爱是伟大的，是无私的，她与父亲是一对前后盾。如果出现危险时，父亲已经倒下，那么，母亲就会筑起最后一道防线，用她那瘦小的肩膀架起一座生命的桥梁。
记得汶川大地震那回，一个母亲，在房子倒塌的那一瞬间，将自己年幼的孩子罩在身下，而她自己却忍受着房屋碎片压在身上的痛苦。孩子被成功的救了出来，可是，他的母亲却永远地闭上了双眼。母亲的爱是渺小的，她们经常把这份爱藏起来，至于让我们感觉不到。
我小的时候，很调皮，妈妈经常把我打得青青紫紫，每次我都会到房间把自己反锁起来大哭，有时候我甚至认为妈妈不爱我了，但谁又能懂做母亲的痛苦呢？她在打我们的时候，也在忍受着心中如刀割般的痛苦。有一次被打的晚上，我从梦中醒来，看见妈妈正哭着揉着她打到我身上伤口，我瞬间明白了妈妈的良苦用心。
母爱是一缕阳光，让你的心灵即便在寒冷的冬天也温暖如春；母爱是一泓清泉，让你的情感即便蒙上岁月的风尘仍然清澈澄清；母爱是一株树，在季节的轮回中固执的坚守家园，撑一树浓阴默默付出。妈妈，我爱你！
你们看到这个题目一定很奇怪，母爱应该像太阳一样热烈，像大海一样宽广，怎么会像空气一样虚无呢？但在我看来，母爱真的像空气一样无时无刻不在我的周围，没有它，我就不能健康快乐地成长。
在我的记忆里，没有什么特别体现母爱伟大的事例，但妈妈给我的点点滴滴却都让我感觉到了母爱的伟大。
我的妈妈既是一个严母，又是一个慈母，她自己很要强，在单位里是个女强人，做起事来一丝不苟，她对待我的学*也是很严格的'，从起床、上学、做作业、弹琴还有听英语，都有明确的时间安排。只要不加班，她都会从始至终地在旁边督促我。如果晚上要加班，她回来不管有多累多晚，都会给我检查一遍作业。在生活上，妈妈是个标准的慈母，我的衣食住行无一不渗透着她的关爱，她还很喜欢给我买书，每本书她都精挑细选，选最适合我的，真让我受益非浅。
妈妈有时候还像我的姐姐，她像我一样喜欢唱歌，喜欢看书，喜欢睡懒觉。周末时，她会尽量推掉工作在家陪我，我们会一起学流行歌，一起上网看动画片，甚至还会在家里追追打打，像个淘气的小孩。
——母爱作文作文6篇
母亲，世界上最伟大、最圣洁的'称呼；母爱，人间最真挚、最无私的真情。母亲的爱犹如一江缓缓流淌的春水，给儿女带来的是清澈，是纯洁，是无私的永不停止的奉献。母亲的爱好比一片暖暖荡漾的春光，给孩子送来的是温暖，是惬意，是真挚的不求回报的恩泽……沐浴在母爱中的人是最幸福的，我也不例外。
我的母亲是北侯一村的一位普通的农民，在她身上散发着劳动人民共有的气息，勤劳、质朴。母亲为了家庭夜以继日，奔波忙碌，做饭、洗衣、田间劳作、照顾一家老小，从没有一句怨言。她用自己的言传身教让我和哥哥从小就懂得了爱劳动、尊长辈。最让我感动并受益无穷的是母亲那真挚、宽广的爱。多少年来母亲的爱就像永不停息的棉纺车在时空里轮回，数不清，道不尽，剪不断。
记得我15岁那年考的上了师范学校，全家人为这一好消息欢庆鼓舞的同时，也为我将来三年要花费一笔昂贵的学*费用犯了难。邻居大婶劝母亲说：“一个女孩子让她上那么多学干什么，初中毕业就去打工有什么不好！”听完这话，一向为人和善地母亲坚定地说：“不，我一定让她上学！孩子给争气考上了，当大人的不供那是多丢人的事呀!”带着对孩子无限的爱与责任，母亲用她那并不宽厚的肩膀扛起了生活的重担。为了增加收入，母亲决定种菜。炎热的夏天，她和父亲每天早出晚归，种菜，管理，到了收获的时候，由于人手少，地里的活多，卖菜的任务自然就落到母亲的肩上。三伏天气去赶集顶烈日、挨雨淋是家常便饭，别人都午休了她才饥肠辘辘的赶回家。夏天过去了，连晒带累母亲瘦了许多，黑了许多。即使到了农民的黄金假期——冬天，母亲也没有休息。她又和父亲建起了大棚养蘑菇。当别人都坐在暖和的火炉边上悠闲地看电视、聊天的时候，母亲仍忙碌在潮湿阴冷的大棚内。长期的劳累，潮湿的环境为我换得了学费，也让母亲透支了健康。从那时起她就患上了同龄人都没有的关节炎。为了让我安心学*，她没有告诉我病情，更没有舍得去大医院看病。忍着病痛继续为生活忙碌着，更具体的说是为了我的前程奉献着、付出着、牺牲着。
充实而又漫长的三年师范学*结束了。深谙母亲的不易，年幼懵懂的我急切想替母亲分担生活的重担。可事与愿违，由于各种原因，在学校任教一年后编制始终得不到落实，每月拿着少之又少的工资。一年来母亲非但没有说过一句抱怨的话，反而常常在我沮丧、消沉的时候安慰我不要丧气，总有熬出头的那一天，鼓励我好好工作，教好学生才是最重要的。每次听完母亲的教导，我都深感自己的渺小。面对这么善解人意、胸襟宽广的母亲，我还有什么理由沮丧、消沉下去？拥有这么无私，这么真挚的母爱我还有什么理由不努力工作呢？从那以后，我谨记母亲的教诲，全身心投入到了教学工作中，努力教好每一名学生，不断提高自己的业务水*，努力获得荣誉来慰藉母亲那颗劳累的心。一个个荣誉证书，一声声家长的好评，让母亲脸上露出了久违的自豪的笑容。
在每一个人的生活中都有一个爱我们的妈妈，她的爱是最无私的、最伟大的，是无处不在的。 记得我小时候，我生病了，妈妈着急的抱着我往医院跑，汗水从妈妈的脸上流了下来，在迷糊中，我仿佛看到妈妈着急而又无助的样子。心里很不是滋味，至今难以忘怀。 妈妈的爱如河流，流淌在我成长的每一步里，妈妈的爱用世间最华丽的词语也描述不出来的，妈妈的爱是无穷的，是至高无上的。 在一个夏天的晚上，突然停电了，我被热的翻来覆去睡不着，妈妈就用扇子给我扇凉，在一个凉爽、温馨的夜晚，我甜甜的进入了梦乡。我不知自己睡了多长时间，等我醒来，发现妈妈还在为我扇扇子，我这时说了一句：“妈妈别扇了您睡觉吧！您是不是给我扇了很长时间。”其实，我很清楚妈妈给我扇了很长时间，这时我说：“妈妈我渴了。”妈妈就连忙起来给我倒茶喝，她点了根蜡烛，在淡淡的烛光中我发现妈妈的头发上又多了几根白发，额头上多了几道皱纹，在这时我发现妈妈老了，妈妈真的老了，妈妈都是为我们而变老的，我暗暗的在心里说：“我长大后一定要孝顺我的妈妈。” 妈妈您像一个辛勤的园丁，无私的为我们奉献着，抚育着我们，培养着我们，不知费了多少心血！您不断地鼓励着我，鞭策着我，疼爱着我，希望有一天我能从*凡的人变成不*凡的人，出人头地。 无情的岁月，在你脸上刻下了道道皱纹，在你的额头上留下了无法挥去也无法抹去的痕迹。可你的爱仍然那样无私，妈妈我最爱的妈妈，您把世界上最珍贵最伟大的爱给了我，我感到我是世界上最幸福的人。 妈妈，我最爱的妈妈，我不会忘记您在雨中为我送伞。在冬天的时候给我套棉袄，在我难过的时候，您安慰我；在我失败的时候，你鼓励我；在我成功的时候，你祝贺我；妈妈，你的爱，像河水一样源源不断地流进我的心田，滋润着我甘苦的心。 妈妈，我亲爱的妈妈！永远无法忘记的妈妈！
母亲的笑容，是世界上最和熙的春风；母亲的皱纹，是辛苦岁月风霜雪雨的刻痕；母亲的汗水和眼泪，是世界上最名贵的珍珠；而母亲的画像，是勇敢和坚韧的象征，是勇者的画像。我的母亲就是集慈祥，坚定，勇敢，耐劳美德一身的伟大女性。 我们家在我幼年的时候经济并不宽裕，家中四口人的生活全靠父亲当司机和母亲做药的小生意来维持。母亲刻苦节俭，将家中收支之事处理的井井有条，经济很稳定，很少有拮据的情形。 我上小学的那年，母亲让我参加了羽毛球队的训练。由于功课繁重就渐渐地和母亲的感情变淡了，甚至有时候还给母亲添乱，可是母亲却从来没有一句怨言，还是默默地为我操心，担忧。每当我取得一点成绩时，总能听到母亲的鼓励。生活中遇到挫折时，母亲总是耐心的疏导我克服困难。母亲把全部的心血倾注在我的身上。
那一天，我拿着掉了扣子的衣服请母亲缝补时，母亲正在灯下为我织毛衣。我忽然发现母亲的脸庞是那样的慈祥安泰，脸上的皱纹，不但遮掩不了母亲纯真善良的本质，安详的气度，而且带出了过去这么多年来她为我的付出，牺牲与奉献。我不禁想到了一首儿歌：“天塌下来，有母亲撑着；雨打下来，有母亲档着。母亲是最坚强的支柱，我们是最快乐的孩子。”往日我一切对母亲不好的行为，在这电光石火之间，又一幕幕地浮现在我的脑海中，我觉得对母亲有深深的歉疚，而手中的衣服，却已不知道什么时候被母亲接过去了。 从前有一个人环游世界去寻找世界上最美的东西，到后来终于知道“家”才是最美好的东西。现在的人不惜重金厚礼，千方百计地想去收集名家的图画，但是他们可曾想到过，世界上最美丽的画像竟然就在每一个人自己的家中。也许你的母亲外貌**，但是她所焕发出来的光辉，却足以使世界的所有名画黯然失色。 母亲的品德与无私让我感动，她的爱让我永远难以忘怀！ 关于母爱的作文：有母亲真好作文600字 今天中午，我体验了母亲洗衣服的艰辛。不禁想到了孟郊流传千古的名句：“谁言寸草心，报得三春晖”的名句。不错，只有切身经历过的道理，才能深刻地领会其中的深意，正如未经沙场的将军永远只会纸上谈兵；未经殊死搏斗的雄鹰，永远只是天空中的摆设；未经磨难成长的孩子，永远只是父母手中的风筝------ 我出去买吃的，由于在路上是狂奔，所以裤子上沾满了星星点点的泥巴，回家后，我小心地用肥帛涂抹着脏点，然后用手使劲地搓着，丝毫不敢懈怠。洗着洗着，我感到两只手臂又酸又痛。此时的我多想把衣服丢进洗衣机里绞啊！可心中一种要想体验的强烈信念告诉我不要这样做，不然会后悔的。于是，我咬了咬牙，忍着钻心的疼痛坚持了下去。眼看就要大功告成了，可命运却偏偏喜欢捉弄那些不放弃的人，有几个“顽固分子”就是不愿离开我那*乎雪白的裤子，我恼羞成怒，用刷子蘸着肥帛死命地刷，这样的发泄方式搞得肥帛水四处乱溅。无奈之下，我从壁柜中取出“84消毒液”小心翼翼地倒在上面，然后用刷子小心地蘸着这浑黄的液体轻拂着裤子的表面，慢慢地，那“顽固分子”终于屈服地低下了头，看着这条“如银似雪”的“战利品”我高兴地笑了。 今天的体现，我永远不会忘记。体验是一种顶尖的教育方式，我想它并不亚于MBA教育方式。体验是人生最好的老师，它将胜过任何一种说教形式，带给我们最好的启迪。 有母亲真好！在拥有之时，我们一定要学会珍惜。是母亲给予了我们生命，让我们用能做到一切来回报母亲。“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子像个宝-----世上只有妈妈好，没妈的孩子像棵草-----”让我们用博大的爱去关心那些失去母亲的孩子，让他们感到人间真情常在。洗衣的体验让我明白母亲的劳累与辛苦，并不由地发出一声感叹：“有母亲真好！” 母爱？母爱作文600字 妈妈说，我是外婆带大的。所以呢，从小到大，犯了错误教导我的.是外婆，给我做饭、洗衣的是外婆，接我上学放学的还是外婆。 记忆中，好像什么事都是外婆做的。那妈妈呢？“爸爸妈妈去外面打工，挣回的钱，是要给你花的啊。不然以后，哪来的钱上学呢？”外婆总这么说。 于是小时候和妈妈在一起的时光很少，于是面对很少回来一次的妈妈我总是很任性的淘气，于是映像中的妈妈很爱 收起
她很勤劳，自己经营一家小店。
寒风凛冽的早晨，街上还没几个行人，路边那小店就已经亮起了灯。无星无月的夜晚，她也要坚守到只有路灯陪伴。她日复一日地忙碌着，没有怨言。远*的人都称赞她，尤其是老人，她知道老年人上台阶不容易，特意请人焊了一个扶手。
她很朴实，一年到头也买不了几件衣服。
那天，闺蜜劝她：“女人应该活出女人的样子……”她勉强地笑着，摇摇头：“一个卖肉的，穿这么好看有什么用啊。”听着，我有些心酸。
她很可爱，总有奇思妙想。
“一封家书，十分叮嘱……”在一次学校活动中，班主任变戏法似的拿出了一手提袋的信。是家长写给我们的信。
我收到了信，她写给我的信，一封可爱的信。她用胶水把带有卡通图画的卡纸粘成信封，在诸多的牛皮纸信封中是那么醒目，与众不同地呈现在我眼前的，满是惊喜。捧着这封家书，我简直不舍得拆开，在心里暗笑：当她写好那封信时，她有没有“沾沾自喜”？有没有拿到弟弟面前“显摆”她的成果？是啊，她一直这么可爱，那些奇思妙想常常让我觉得温暖。
她很认真，给予我深爱。
还有那个晚自*。又一份惊喜送到我面前——她竟然为我做了“美篇”！在一众惊讶的目光中，当我发现那美篇是属于我时，激动如浪涛一般顷刻充满了我的内心。可是，她从来不是手机控，不是技术派，她到底是怎么学会做的呢？
在晶莹的泪光中，我似乎看到她认真地坐在桌前，端着手机，眉头紧皱地尝试着。夜色已深，但她还在坚持，只因为她爱我，就怎么简单。这份爱支撑着她做到最后一步，保存下来又反复检查，直到她把这份爱填满：一张张的照片记录着我的成长，一段段的文字是她对我的赞扬，一个个的音符是她爱意的流淌。
此刻，我终于懂得，她在用她的一切来爱我，只因爱我。爱是起因，爱是结果。除此，无他。
她，爱着我
她，没有口吐莲花的言语，勤劳就是最好的名片；
她，没有华丽高贵的裙装，朴实就是最美的气质；
她，没给我深奥的道理，可爱就是最动人的温暖；
她，没给我奢华的.生活，认真就是最珍贵的深爱。
有爱，我何惧前方风雨；有爱，我只管义无反顾。
妈妈的爱
“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子像块宝······”每当我听到这首歌，一股暖流涌遍我的全身，使我感受到了深深的母爱。
记得上三年级的时侯，那天正下着倾盆大雨，妈妈说要来接我，让我在学校等着她，我在学校等了半个小时，也没看到她，我急得直跺脚，眼看同学们都走光了，还没看见母亲的.身影，这时我急的眼泪就要掉下来了，我看见了妈妈的身影，我跑了过去。妈妈说：“对不起，妈妈来晚了。”听到这句话我眼泪都流出来了。妈妈为我打着伞她却站在伞外边。妈妈变成了落汤鸡。我心里想着一定要报答我妈妈。
从这开始我感到母亲对我的爱是多麽大，而我们对母亲的爱像一条小溪 ，微不足道。
总是有着那么些人，总是跟着你的脚步。总是一步又一步，无论多么辛苦，都一直紧跟在你身后。题记
这一天
“我知道！我知道！不用你提醒我！烦不烦？”“嘭”的一声，门被死死关紧，隔断了门内、门外的两个人，阻挡了门外的那个母亲的心。
那一天
“叮叮叮！”一阵让人听了格外舒爽的铃声一遍又一遍的响起，收起了早已不知飞到哪的思绪，整了整书包，与同学一块儿下了楼，不知何时，外面又下起了雨，没有骑车亦没有带伞，一位同学也如我这般，于是我们二人便结伴而行。
如牛毛般的细雨，轻轻打在身上，给人带来了一丝凉爽，一丝清新。一颗颗雨珠从衣服上划落，掉在了地上的水凼里，击起了一个个小小的涟漪，好似一朵朵水色小花在绽放。两个人便在这样的环境下边走边聊，莫名的又想到了那天的事，心头不觉闪过一丝愧疚，，然后愈发的加深，终于名叫“愧疚”的东西压得我张开了口，“昨天下午，我跟我妈她。”还未说完的话又被打断了，“我妈来了，我走了！”我看她嘴角扬起了一抹大大的笑，然后向着一辆电动车奔去，我尴尬的一笑，然后向她挥了挥手。
两个人的行程最终又变成了一个人，刚刚看到那幕时心中一闪而过的羡慕让我百思不得其解，不觉间又想起了那天的事，现在的她又在做什么呢？雨下得更大了，风掺杂着雨狠狠地吹着，我紧了紧衣服，向前跑去。
突然间前方那道酷似母亲的身影让我愣了一下，一股莫名的冲动让我追着那道身影跑了过去，就这样，一人骑着电动车，一人跑着，一追一跑，有那么一瞬间竟显得莫名的'和谐。
狠厉的风掺杂着愈发狂暴的雨，狠狠的吹在脸上，好似要把所有阻挡着它的东西都撕裂，撕碎。脸颊早已吹得冰凉，张了张哆嗦的嘴，一个熟悉的词差点脱口而出，最终还是停了下来，不敢叫，我怕认错了。闭紧了嘴，仅是倔强的跑着，一个个脚印踩在了满是水迹的柏油路上，坑坑洼洼的地面上水凼不断地被溅起水痕，顺着早已淋湿的裤脚滑下，一阵阵刺骨的冰凉，雨珠不断的冲刷着行走过的痕迹，好像在记录着什么。小腿渐渐地疲惫了，像是注了铅似得，抬不起来了，第一次，我觉得原来追随着一个人的脚步是那么的辛苦，突然的一个转角我看到了那个人的脸，“妈妈！”大声呼出的声音好似带走了我全身的力气，又好似多了一丝解脱和莫名的兴奋。我看见那个人疑惑的回头看了看，然后向我的方向转了过来，忽然间鼻子有些酸酸的，那个人的脚步总是为了我而停留。
忘记了是怎么上的车，怎么回的家，只记得那个温暖的后背还有脸上不知是雨水，还是别的什么不停划落的东西。
那样的一个背影，那样的一个人，不觉间她的华发早已染白，她的脸上早已留下了岁月的伤疤，但却仍旧固执的、倔强的跟随着她的子女的脚步，一步一步，哪怕多么困难。
谢谢你，妈妈，成长路上你的相伴，给了我无尽的温暖。
人们常说：“母爱是世界上最伟大的爱。”每一位母亲都是希望自己的儿女成龙，成凤。回想一下，在小时候你摔倒在地，是母亲鼓励你站起来。即使你有一次考试没考好，母亲也会安慰你说：“下次再争取，不要太难过!”
在每个人的儿女身后都有一位伟大而坚强的母亲。母亲把我们从娘胎里生出来，照顾.养育我们如果父亲不在家的时候，是母亲独自一个人撑着这个家。在日常生活中，母亲忙里忙外，家里的麻烦.琐事都由她一个人来解决。母亲在一天中，忙得不可开交。做饭.洗衣服，扫地......母亲的担子很沉重。她做这些工作，做得细腻，做得纯粹，做得一丝不苟，乐此不疲。即便头发也百了，腰做弯曲了，眼睛也昏花了，她也毫无怨言.
如果母亲是一个家庭保姆，从儿女那里获得薪水，不知不觉间，那将是一笔巨款，我们无从偿还。母爱无法用金钱来衡量，所以说母爱是无价的'。
母亲关心我们的方方面面，除了生活，还有学*。如果你很贪玩，母亲会监督你做作业，只有你做完作业才放你出去玩。在生活方面，她会教你干家务。也许，你会厌烦她的唠叨，但她还不是为你好呀!
我们需要理解母亲，我还要帮母亲做一些自己力所能及的家务，分担母亲的生活负担，多和母亲交流.沟通。我们只有在理解的基础下，才能学会珍惜。我们只有懂得珍惜，才会真正体会到母爱的价值。赶快行动起来吧，珍惜你眼前的母爱。
——母爱如山作文6篇
母爱是大山，是伟大的，也是不求回报的，更是默默无闻的。
《游子吟》里这样写到：慈母手中线，游子身上衣。临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。这首诗中刻画出了一位多么爱孩子的母亲啊。自己的孩子不能留在身边，母亲就一针一针地缝补游子身上的衣服。可是又有谁会在意这些很小的事？只有游子以后才会体会到。
记得有一次，我身子冻得啰嗦，却仍然坚持着在做作业，因为再过几天就期末考试了，我绝对不能在这节骨眼上生病。身上穿着大棉袄，还裹着一床厚厚的被子，可还是冷的全身发麻。
妈妈心疼地给我端来一碗热气腾腾的红糖水让我喝下，我觉得身体暖和多了，可还是有点冷，妈妈又给我一个热水袋，还开了空调，这才渐渐暖和起来。
这两天是双休日，我一刻不停的在复*，在这其中妈妈又给我端茶又给我盖被，终于赶在周一期末大考前病好的差不多了。周一上学前，妈妈为我泡了一杯红糖茶带去喝，还给我带了药去学校吃，我的心温暖了。
母亲的爱，是最温暖的火焰；母亲的爱，是生病时最好的照顾；母亲的爱，是一杯暖暖的红糖水。母亲的爱藏在一切事物中，是什么东西也不能和它相比的。
成功的时候，谁都是朋友。但只有母亲——她是失败时的伴侣。——郑振铎万水千山，不变的是风雨如磐；万语千言，不变的是母爱如山；蓦然回首，感叹岁月飞转，只有母亲的身影依稀可见，还有那刻骨铭心的岁月片段……
滴水之恩，涌泉相报；衔环结草，以报恩德。
落叶归根，叶子誓死不忘整天为他输送营养的根系，落后终归于根。人亦应如此，我们要怀感恩之心回报母亲，留得真爱在人间！
那一次，是我第一次将感恩落实在真实行动中，也是我第一次深刻理解了感恩的意义，更是我第一次心中如此得酸，如此得涩。心中伤感，不知向谁去诉说，满腔感慨，不知向谁去倾吐。只能埋在心中，深思，深思……
央视频道有一个关于母爱的公益广告：在一天晚上快要睡觉时，母亲为年老的奶奶洗脚，恰好被其中的小主人公看到，他深思良久。不一会儿，他把一个洗脚盆端到妈妈房中，为妈妈洗脚，妈妈几番地推辞，但最终还是欣然接受了。
我为什么不能为母亲洗一次脚呢？
在一个满天星斗、月光皎洁的夜晚，我想去为母亲洗脚，但又踌躇不定，是焦虑？是腼腆？都无从得知，月亮和星星好像也在为我加油鼓劲儿，最终我还是硬了硬头皮去了。
“妈，我给您洗脚。”
“不用，我自己洗就行，不用麻烦你”……
此时此刻的情节和广告中的一模一样，妈妈欣然接受了。
接过妈妈脚的那一瞬间我震撼了，感动了……
这方寸之间怎能但起家庭的重担？就在这方寸之间，镶嵌着杂乱的如大理石般崎岖的花纹，如黄土高原的千沟万壑，甚至于支离破碎！疤痕之间相互粘连、相互交错。如河网，但不圆润；如菜案，但不温和。这是岁月的馈赠？这是劳苦的恩赐？不！不！那是母爱的证明书！
母爱如山！
母爱是春天里如油的春雨，滋润我的心田；母爱是夏日里的骄阳，考验我的信心；母爱是秋天里的凉风，爽我身心的每一个毛孔；母爱是冬日里的炉火，陪我度过一个又一个春天般的严冬。
母爱是一份香包，把祝福带给子女；母爱是一团炉火，让温暖填满心田；母爱是一段蜡烛，把美好无私奉献……每当我细品那至深至切的母爱时，我便会情不自禁的想起母亲，想起那张慈祥的面孔，想起那段生动曲折的幼时往事。
日复一日，年复一年，春去秋来，母爱依然！
母爱是石，敲出星星之火；母爱是火，点燃希望的灯；母爱是灯，照亮夜行的路；母爱是路，引你走向黎明！
母爱是坚硬的石，是不老的松，是温柔的风，是永恒的星，永远屹立在我们心中!
让我们进行一次母爱的礼赞吧！让母爱永存！永存！永存！
我有一位一丝不苟的母亲，她长的并不漂亮，可是，母亲有一双细腻，修长的手。你们瞧一瞧我头上多姿多彩，五彩斑斓的发卡，在灿烂的艳阳照射下，显得格外美丽，这些发卡都是母亲一针一线缝起来的。
我的母亲在*时非常的疼爱我。记得有一次，我发烧了，母亲给我量了量体温，呀！这么烫啊！原来，我发烧的体温是39度，母亲吓坏了，她和父亲抱着我直奔医院，母亲连自己闯了红灯都不知道，可能是因为心里挂念着我吧。在一路上，我躺在母亲温暖的怀抱中，母亲她那豆大的汗珠像下雨似地滴在我的脸上，慢慢的，慢慢的打湿我的衣服。
我觉得，我有这样的母亲有多么的幸福啊！
大地，我真想和您说：母爱是一座山，高大威严，母爱是一弯水，深藏不露……
"我不想和你说话!"我摔门而去。
我回到自己的房间，怎么也想不明白，我明明没偷钱，你却说我撒谎，真是不讲理，年纪大了，也不可以乱发脾气啊，说不准那钱是她自己弄丢了，现在却还要赖我，真烦人！还说把钱放在客厅的桌上了，拿钱还会自己长翅膀飞走吗？我怎么可能拿桌上的钱嘛，我怎么可能......
我看着放在我书桌上的作文选愣住了，这不是......啊，昨天忘记告诉妈妈了，哎呀，钱真是我拿的，我昨天上学走的急忘告诉妈妈了，昨天刚买的书怎么就忘了呢，完了完了，刚刚我还理直气壮的和妈妈大吼，原来一直是我蛮不讲理，无理取闹，都怪我，妈妈现在肯定伤心死了。
我刚刚又摔门，又大吼的，现在回去会不会很没面子啊，都怪我自己，怎末就这么笨呢，自己刚买的书，怎么这么快就忘得一干二净了啊，不行，我要立刻去道歉。
我小心翼翼的敲开妈妈的房门，妈妈的眼睛红肿着看向我，我低着头：“妈妈，对不起，昨天忘记告诉你，其......其实......”
说完，我抬起头，妈妈微笑的看着我，眼角似乎泛着泪光，她拉着我的手说，我犯的任何错误都能原谅我，她一直都会爱我，我哭了，妈妈的爱好温暖啊，这就是所谓的母爱如山吧，哈哈。
我以后一定要好好爱妈妈，不能让她伤心了。还有，我这记性也太差了，以后可要学聪明点儿。
从前妇女节的时候，爸爸总会送给妈妈一些昂贵的礼物，并说上一大堆讨好妈妈的话，逗得妈妈眉开眼笑。哼，风头都被爸爸抢去了，这次我也要让妈妈高兴高兴。转眼妇女节到了，怎么做才能让妈妈开心呢？帮妈妈炒道菜或者帮妈妈洗衣服还是送给妈妈一束花？
感觉都没有什么特别的地方，正当我苦思冥想的时候，妈妈忽然对我说，你和我一起去超市买东西去。看来人算不如天算，只有将计就计，我眼珠子一转，等会儿选好了东西，我用压岁钱把帐先结了，再帮妈妈直接把东西拎回家，我想妈妈会有点惊喜吧！超市离家不远，很快就到了，进去转了一圈，果然大包小包选了一大堆东西，出收费口时，我连忙把压岁钱包拿出来，对妈妈说：“妈妈，今天你过节，钱应该由我来出。”妈妈听了，哈哈大笑说：“行行行，你出就你出”，
一结帐才发现钱还满多的，但是妈妈的节日，想到这儿也就没什么了。只是结完帐，我把两个大袋子抢过来拎在手上的时候。妈妈不答应，她说：“你现在还小哪能拎这么重的.东西”。要把袋子拿走，我连忙把袋子拎了就跑，说：“今天你过节，我来拎。”但妈妈还是不愿意，我灵机一动，说：“妈妈，这样吧，重的你拎，轻的我拎。”然后，我把一包看起来大，但实际上轻的东西交给妈妈，就飞快的走了出去。出了大门，要过一条宽宽的马路，到了路边，我正在看红绿灯和过来过往车辆的时候，妈妈一把把我的袋子拎过去，她用一只手拎住那两只又大又重的袋子。另一只手拉住我的手，看看没车，很快就过了马路。
这一情景，以往是多么*常不过的一件小事，然而过了马路，我竟然愣住了，妈妈的爱，早已被我*惯。我们理所当然的让妈妈承担起生活中的一切重任，然而我们不仅没有分担她的一些沉重的任务，反而给妈妈增添了多少压力。母爱如山，在妇女节这一天，我要告诉我亲爱的妈妈，我感悟到了母爱的伟大，这才是送给妈妈最好的礼物。·· 指导老师：阚蓉
从前妇女节的时候，爸爸总会送给妈妈一些昂贵的礼物，并说上一大堆讨好妈妈的话，逗得妈妈眉开眼笑。哼，风头都被爸爸抢去了，这次我也要让妈妈高兴高兴。
转眼妇女节到了，怎么做才能让妈妈开心呢？帮妈妈炒道菜或者帮妈妈洗衣服还是送给妈妈一束花？感觉都没有什么特别的地方，正当我苦思冥想的时候，妈妈忽然对我说，你和我一起去超市买东西去。
看来人算不如天算，只有将计就计，我眼珠子一转，等会儿选好了东西，我用压岁钱把帐先结了，再帮妈妈直接把东西拎回家，我想妈妈会有点惊喜吧！
超市离家不远，很快就到了，进去转了一圈，果然大包小包选了一大堆东西，出收费口时，我连忙把压岁钱包拿出来，对妈妈说：妈妈，今天你过节，钱应该由我来出。妈妈听了，哈哈大笑说：行行行，你出就你出。一结帐才发现钱还满多的，但是妈妈的节日，想到这儿也就没什么了。只是结完帐，我把两个大袋子抢过来拎在手上的时候。妈妈不答应，她说：你现在还小哪能拎这么重的东西。要把袋子拿走，我连忙把袋子拎了就跑，说：今天你过节，我来拎。
但妈妈还是不愿意，我灵机一动，说：妈妈，这样吧，重的你拎，轻的我拎。
然后，我把一包看起来大，但实际上轻的东西交给妈妈，就飞快的走了出去。
出了大门，要过一条宽宽的马路，到了路边，我正在看红绿灯和过来过往车辆的时候，妈妈一把把我的袋子拎过去，她用一只手拎住那两只又大又重的袋子。另一只手拉住我的手，看看没车，很快就过了马路。
这一情景，以往是多么*常不过的一件小事，然而过了马路，我竟然愣住了，妈妈的爱，早已被我*惯。我们理所当然的让妈妈承担起生活中的一切重任，然而我们不仅没有分担她的一些沉重的任务，反而给妈妈增添了多少压力。
母爱如山，在妇女节这一天，我要告诉我亲爱的妈妈，我感悟到了母爱的伟大，这才是送给妈妈最好的礼物。
——描写母爱的英语作文优秀实用5份
The summer vacation began.I wanted to make money for the next tenn.But I had no chance to do so.
At that time， my mother was writing a book， and she needed a person to type for her.I decided to work for her for pay.My mother agreed， but she asked me to finish it on time.She paid me 5 yuan for 1000 words.
I began to type.It became difficult because I typed slowly.I finished the work two weeks later and I got 200 yuan for it.Now I knew it was hard to make money.
The summer vacation began.I decided to work to make money for the next term.But I didn't know what work I could do.
At that time， my mother was writing a book.I decided to type for her for pay.She agreed and paid me 5 yuan for 1000 words.
I began to work.I typed so slowly that I could type only several hundred words a day.It was a hard job for me.I kept typing all day long.
I finished the work two weeks later.I came to know how hard it was to make money.
My mother on a business trip
Today is the first day of the mother on a business trip.In the morning,I'm still in his sleep,but a mother opened his eyes can't see.It turns out that mother left at 7 o 'clock,I was sad.
Mother was gone,grandpa will be coming to meet me,my father and I also moved to grandma's to wish I also eat not to eat sweet,or even sleep also can not sleep at night.Mother isn't at home was slow! When I think of mom,remembered before and mother together of the good time,I couldn't help crying.
Mom was not at home these days,I be brave.Ah,how I look forward to hurry up to Friday because mom will come back on Friday!
Yesterday was Sunday.My father was busy with his work,so he went to his office as usual.At about three o'clock my mother and I went to the bookshop.My mother bought me an interesting book.I was so glad.
We came back at about half past five.As soon as we got home,Mum began to cook dinner,though she was tired.And I began to read the new book.Five minutes later,Mum asked me to buy a bag of salt.I didn't want to go.Mum got a bit angry,but she said nothing,and went out to buy it herself.
Now I feel very sorry about that.I love you very much,Mum.I was wrong.From now on,I'll help you do the housework as much as I can.
My mother is a kind and gentle woman.She takes good care of her children and keeps them at school.I have a sister.My mother gives us every comfort.We love her and she loves us also.
My mother has too much to do in bringing us up.She gets up very early and sleeps very late every day.She works hard,yet without complaining.She is also a thrifty and hard-working woman.She saves every penny that she can and keeps everything in order.As she has been busy ever since she was young,she looks older than she really is.Her face is wrinkled,her hair becomes silver white,and some of her teeth become movable.But she works as hard as ever.
Often she says to us,"Work while you work,play while you play,If you do not work,you will become lazy and of no use to society."What a piece of good advice this is!We must live up to it and always keep it in our mind.
Today,the teacher held an activity called "I am a mother of flowers",so I benefited a lot.
I claimed three pots of flowers.When I claimed them,they were almost dry.I looked at them and adopted them.I watered them as fast as I could.
When I see flowers,smile to the sunshine and keep company with dew,I always think of our teacher's kindness and sternness to us.When the teacher teaches us knowledge,we will benefit a lot from growing up in the future.Just like these flowers,we get knowledge and grow more beautiful in the future!
I believe that in the future,we will be like these flowers,from the withering of knowledge to the beautiful,opening up the most amazing flowers!
