感谢母亲(Grateful mother)

　　"Mother in the hands line, wandering clothing. Departure sew, For fear. Who is the inch of grass, reported in the apartments." This poem not only illustrates the kindness of mothers and children, but also praised his mother great.

　　As a child, my mother is my master: meal feeding mother, the dress is my mother taught me how to wear the name is my mother taught me to write ... ... mother is everything, is great.

　　I grow up day by day, but do not know why, the mother warm smile is no longer common, often severe instead on faces. Only a day with my desk, lamp and numerous exercises. "Do not love me, mother?" I smoke this idea time and again, and again to the denial of times. Think of a child, my mother taught me to write, Beishi, my winter clothes, clean your room in the summer for me ... ... I was eight years old the day, at two, outside, pouring rain, thunder and lightning. I suddenly launched a high fever, and my father was not at home, the mother looked at me, and looked out the window, carefully put on my raincoat, I decided on her own went to the hospital. I lay back in the mother, the mother clearly heard the sound of rapid breathing. My heart almost broke, I said: "Mom, I go down their own!" Mother resolutely replied: "That's how them? You a high fever, how to walk in the rain? Raincoat Phi Yen, do not Lin Zhao. "I can not help but moist eyes. Rain slippery, the mother of a crooked and almost fell down, stand, she anxiously asked me: "OK?" I said: "Nothing!" Mother long sigh, relieved to say: "That's good, that Just. "In this way, mother foot deep, shallow kick to put me back to the hospital.

　　Because my body is weak, so my mother always find ways to burn I like to eat the food, give me more nutrition. Color, flavor and taste of the braised lion head, crisp and tender and sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy tempting Spicy Chicken; mother would do Cephalostachyum delicious rice pudding, porridge ... ... a lot of students eat the food her mother burned, they are the envy of I have a very good mother would cook, which makes me very proud. Mother was very hard: just after she did not break, they begin to cook; after dinner, and busy busy outside the house. I go home my mother, my mother always asked me: "Your homework done yet?" Only I did my homework, my mother did not let me help her with the housework.

　　Mother has a small "disadvantage" is love "nagging." For example: This year's Grading application, I apply the zither amateur six. Because high level, so two hours every day practicing Zheng. One day, I did not play the piano should be fun. After her mother know, very angry, began "nagging" the: "Why do not you playing? This test is six, is no longer a secondary, and that take more time to play the piano. Playing the piano and then go out and play not better? ... ... "After listening to my mother, I will not preparing for it. After some effort, I finally made the certificate Zheng six, my mother smile indescribably brilliant.

　　Mother "nagging" things are infinite in number, and sometimes caused my fun, and sometimes caused my handwriting is not correct, sometimes not as good as my exams due to ... ... but I am grateful to my mother's heart from the inside "nagging", because of this, "chatter," I have today.

　　Meticulous care of my mother, like the spring sunshine to the kindness of the grass, I can not never repay it high above the mountains, deeper than the sea of Mother Love!

　　【译文】

　　“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。”这首诗不但说明了母亲对儿女的恩情，还歌颂了母亲的伟大。

　　在孩提时代，妈妈是我的主宰：饭是妈妈喂的，衣服是妈妈教我怎么穿的，名字是妈妈教我写的……妈妈是万能的，是伟大的。

　　我一天天地在长大，但不知道为什么，母亲那亲切的笑容已不再多见，取而代之地常常是严厉的面孔。每天陪伴我的只有书桌、台灯和数不清的习题。"难道母亲不爱我了吗?"我一次一次地冒出这个念头，又一次次地将之否认。想起小时候，母亲教我写字，背诗，寒冬里给我洗衣服，在酷暑为我整理房间……我八岁那年的一天，半夜两点钟，外面是瓢泼大雨、电闪雷鸣。我突然发起了高烧，爸爸不在家，母亲看着我，又望望窗外，仔细给我披上雨衣，毅然背起我向医院跑去。我伏在母亲背上，清晰地听到了母亲急促的喘息声。我的心快要碎了，我说："妈妈，我下来自己走吧!"母亲毅然答道："那怎么行呢?你发着高烧，怎么能在雨里走?把雨衣披严，千万别淋着了。"我的眼睛不禁湿润了。雨大路滑，母亲一歪，险些摔倒，站稳后，她急切地问我："没事吧?"我说："没事!"母亲长舒了口气，如释重负地说："那就好，那就好。"就这样，母亲深一脚、浅一脚地把我背到了医院。

　　因为我身子弱，所以妈妈总想法子烧我喜欢吃的菜，给我增加营养。色香味俱全的红烧狮子头、又酥又嫩的糖醋排骨、香辣诱人的辣子鸡;妈妈还会做香糯可口的八宝饭、腊八粥……很多同学吃过妈妈烧的菜，他们都羡慕我有一个很会烧菜的好妈妈，这使我很骄傲。妈妈非常勤劳：一下班她不休息，就开始做饭;吃完饭后，又忙里忙外地做家务。我去帮妈妈做家务，妈妈总是问我：“你的功课做完了没有?”只有我做完了功课，妈妈才让我帮她做家务。

　　妈妈有一个小小的“缺点”，就是爱“唠叨”。比如：今年全国音乐考级报名时，我报考的是古筝业余六级。因为级别高，所以每天都要练两个小时古筝。有一天，我应贪玩没有弹琴。妈妈知道后，很生气，就开始“唠叨”了：“你为什么不弹琴?今年考的是六级，不再是二级了，该多用点时间来弹琴。弹了琴再出去玩不更好吗?……”听了妈妈的话，我再也不贪玩了。经过努力，我终于取得了古筝六级的证书，妈妈脸上的笑容别提有多灿烂。

　　妈妈“唠叨”事情多得数不清，有时是我贪玩引起的，有时是我字写得不端正引起的，有时是我考试成绩不够理想引起的……但我从内心里感谢妈妈的“唠叨”，因为有了这份“唠叨”，才有了今天的我。

　　妈妈对我无微不至的关怀，就像春天的阳光给小草的恩情一样，我永远也报答不了这比山还高，比海还深的母爱!

　　爱的力量(The power of love)

　　Love is the parents is the world's largest love, is in their minds share of family support them, let them come in the heart of the disaster sons and daughters. Kitagawa, May 14, 2008, the parents who struggle with death more than 40 hours after the three-year-old girl Song Xin Yi finally rescued, rescue workers to feed her milk. Her parents live in the time, desperate to protect the fragile body of her, until both passing away, also maintained that posture. Parents touched by the love of God, let the children saved, small Xinyi Zaitianzhiling parents can comfort!

　　父母之爱莫过于是世界上最大的爱，是他们心中的那份亲情支撑着他们，让他们在灾难来临时心系儿女。

　　北川，2008年5月14日，在父母身下与死神抗争四十多小时后，三岁的小女孩宋欣宜终于获救，救援人员喂她喝牛奶。她的父母在活着的时候，以脆弱的身躯拼死保护着她，直到双双逝去，还保持着那种姿势。父母的爱感动了上天，让孩子得救了，小欣宜父母的在天之灵可以安慰了!

　　母亲节(Mother's Day)

　　Each mother is so hard, in order to pay all of their children. That at the same time, how many children know the mother's psychological feelings? May be grown up ourselves, as we grew up at the same time, my mother has long white hair.Her mother would no longer be a mother before, we are still very small, then she just want to have to worry about how we teach, let us grow up healthy. And now? Mothers have to worry about more than those of the ... the growth of each person can not be separated from her mother's selfless devotion, motherly love is animal instinct, not a single world mother does not love their own children. Motherly love is a most noble human love, is not to return the love, the love not reason is simply that the love of.Love love the world of many, the most profound and most sincere least no regrets of the return of love than the love of parents. Family is a perpetual light. Buddhist, said severalfall, rolling in the river to the east, the new generations replace the old world, the only way that parents love their children, ever to break the dead. Since ancient times and tidal wave of ups and downs, you're empty long white clouds, the juvenile did not know the pro-re-ex, the only way their parents about their children only under the brow and the heart.Boundless affection every inch of grass at heart always a difficult task ah three Chunhui.

　　每一位母亲都不容易，为了他们孩子付出。同时，又有多少孩子知道母亲的心理感受?也许自己已经长大了，在我们长大的同时，母亲也已有长长的白发.在我们很小的时候，母亲不仅是一个母亲，还得担心如何教让我们健康成长。现在呢?母亲担心比其他更多...每个人的成长离不开母亲的无私奉献，母爱是动物的本能，任何一个母亲都爱自己的孩子。母爱是最崇高的人类的爱，是不要回报的爱，爱的理由很简单，对许多人来说，世界上最深刻，最真诚的至少没有爱的回报就是父母的爱。家庭是一个闪亮的灯。佛说，大河向东流，新世代会取代旧世界，父母爱自己的孩子，即使死亡。自古以来跌宕起伏的浪潮，你就是那内心空虚的白云。谁言寸草心,报得三春晖。
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