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My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈"Long, long ago, there wa an iland in the ditant ea,where lived a fairy who wa aid be able to make a child lovely and bright. One day, ..."
A the tory went on, MumP voice grew fainter and fainter, when he gently looked down at me.Then a melodiou ong came into my ear a if muic made by the angel flying in the faraway ky. Gradually, Mom' mile dimmed, and her glittering eye were jut like the brightet tar on the dark blue curtain of night...
Countle night had paed in thi way during my infancy. In my naive heart, Mother' voice wa deeper and ofter than the nightingale. Even now I till remember quite clearly that cradleong he ued to ing before I fell aleep. Thoe old melodie till ound o good to me, a they melt the year away.To me, Mother' companionhip wa the mot important thing in my childhood. Mother i an incurable romantic, paionately in love with life and with the mytery of the univere. She taught me to open up all the channel of my ene to touch and feel what lie all a round me, and dicovered with me the beauty of nature, the joy,excitement and mytery of the new and the unknown. She i quite at home in literature becaue of her active and
imaginative mind. Every new experience, every new dicovery concerning the world could delight her.[由好作文www.hAOzuowEn.com整理]
I went off to college, but Mum i till alway in my memory. I could hear her voice every time I fell hort in anything.From breat to cradle to reauring hug, Mum ha hared all the happine and depreion of mine. However, he never expreed herelf. Upon my entry into univerity, when he and Father were going back home, he hurriedly turned back to run along, even without a look at me. I knew he dared not, for fear that tear hould fall down in my
preence. Thi eparation would lat nearly five month during which he could not ee me. She wa jut trying to top me from eeing her crying. I wa
refraining myelf, too, becaue the long time living with her had made me an exact peron like her. Later, Father told me he kept wiping her eye on the bu to the railway tation. I knew that, becaue I love you, Mum, and you
already knew that too.
第2篇：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈
Whenever I’m back home from chool,I’d go directly to the kitchen calling,”Mum,I’m home!” Mother uually top what he i doing and turn around and greet me with a oft mile.She doen’t ay anything, nor doe he need to ay anything,for nothing give me more happine than her oft mile
My mother who i a hort and thin women , a houewife, tay at home mot of the time ,keeping the houe .You may think that her work i eay ,but he i a hard-working women .Each day he i buy cleaning the houe ,wahing clothe and cooking meal for u.
She alo take good care of u .When I caught a bad cold and got a fever when I wa a mall child .,my mother did everything he could for me.She carried me on her back and walked half an hour before we got to the hopital .In the hopital he at by me for day and night,unable to take a good ret herelf .I wa extremely grateful to my mother for doing o much for me. I’ll remember all thi a long a Ilive.
My mother i not only my good teacher, but alo my cloe friend. She i very trict with me on my tudy .When Iwa a kid ,Ididn’t work hard ,for Iwa fonder of playing than tudying.She often helped me with my homework.With her help,Idid very well in the exam.Whenever I met any difficulty,he alway encouraged mme to hold on and never give up.Her encouragement ha helped me get through many difficultie.
She know me very well.She could ene even the lightet emotional change in me .She aid he couldread the expreion on my face. I often aked her for help if there wa a problem between my clamate,my workmate and me.I often followed her advice.
No matter what I have done,her love for me will never change.I love her for ever,the bet mother in the world.
第3篇：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈
My mother i a typical country woman. Once, the country women hardly topped to take a ret. Beide raiing the children, they had to till the land and ow. To increae income, they needed to feed pig and grow vegetable a a ideline. To reduce expenditure, they alo had to ew clothe for children in peron at night.
A far a I can remember, my mother ha alway been very buy. Some of thoe picture have left a deep impreion on me. One of the cene wa that he aked me and my younger brother to it quietly in front of the pigty while he wa cleaning up the dung of pig with my younget brother on her back. My mother wa hort. Sitting outide of the pigty and looking inide, we could ee only her head tanding a little higher than the pigty. Therefore, her and my younget brother’ head were riing and falling, a if truggling in the huge wave. Another cene wa that when the buy farming eaon came, my father and uncle often ate omething before noon to top hunger while they were working in the field. The refrehment wa alty porridge a uual, which wa cooked with lat night’ leftover and unpolihed rice. Carrying the alty porridge and walking on the only one-foot-wide ridge, my mother took great
pain to make for the field. The bulk of the two bucket which he wa carrying were much larger than her ize. It eemed a if he were carried by the two bucket rather than he wa carrying them. Then a high-pitched voice wa heard, “Hey, come on! Come and have alty porridge!” Her voice carried quite a few mile away.
The other cene wa that he would go to the temple, burn jo tick and worhipped God a long a her children got ick. Every time I ee her kneeling before Bodhiattva for a long time with tightly-cloed eye and muttering prayer in her mouth, I find her face o beautiful that nothing in the world can compare to it. Her face i a beautiful a Bodhiattva’ on the holy table. No, he i more beautiful than Bodhiattva becaue my mother ha real fleh and blood. Everyone’ mother i Bodhiattva and mother’ heart i like the heart of Buddha.
Becaue I’ve kept thoe memorie about my mother firmly in my mind, no matter what adverity I come acro, I can alway exact myelf and go forward, with thankfulne. In addition, that’ why I’ve never aid a word againt my mother ince a very young age.
第4篇：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈英语作文
My mother i a great woman in the world, ince I grown up I have thought it.
My mother’ name i Zen Yan fang, but her bet friend often call her iter Zen. She i 42-year-old now, but I do feel that he i alway a young woman. And he ha a very long hair that he like to keep changing hape. My dad don’t like that he often change her hair, but I know it’ the way my mom want to hide her changing age.
To tell you the truth, I even don’t know what thing my mother really like to do. In my memory, he i good at lot of thing. To keep thi family, he worked a a mechanical worker, a a aleperon of inurance. And thee year he i the bo of herelf. I appreciate that I have uch a diligent and brave mother. I knew that he i very hard, but he never tell it to u.
She i uch a h2 woman o that he i trict to u. When I wa a little girl, I often fell down on the floor, but my mother never come to comfort me. She alway aid, “why don’t you look at your own way, and you deerve it.” I wear I hate her at that moment, but now I don’t hate her at all. I love her. Thank to her treat me that cold way o that I can be uch h2. And I
won’t be worried about uch a little thing again.
My mom told me that to be a happy i the bet way to live. My mom told me everything can be poible.
My mom told me that never give up.
My dear mom told me lot of thing that intruct me all my life. I love you, my dear mom.