my dear mother英语作文 mydearmother英语作文篇

my dear mother英语作文

篇一：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈

"Long, long ago, there was an island in the distant sea,where lived a fairy who was said be able to make a child lovely and bright. One day, ..."

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As the story went on, MumPs voice grew fainter and fainter, when she gently looked down at me.Then a melodious song came into my ear as if music made by the angels flying in the faraway sky. Gradually, Mom"s smile dimmed, and her glittering eyes were just like the brightest stars on the dark blue curtain of night...

Countless nights had passed in this way during my infancy. In my naive heart, Mother"s voice was deeper and softer than the nightingale. Even now I still remember quite clearly that cradlesong she used to sing before I fell asleep. Those old melodies still sound so good to me, as they melt the years away.To me, Mother"s companionship was the most important thing in my childhood. Mother is an incurable romantic, passionately in love with life and with the mystery of the universe. She taught me to open up all the channels of my senses to touch and feel what lies all a round me, and discovered with me the beauty of nature, the joy,excitement and mystery of the new and the unknown. She is quite at home in literature because of her active and

imaginative mind. Every new experience, every new discovery concerning the world could delight her.

I went off to college, but Mum is still always in my memory. I could hear her voice every time I fell short in anything.From breast to cradle to reassuring hug, Mum has shared all the happiness and depression of mine. However, she never expressed herself. Upon my entry into university, when she and Father were going back home, she hurriedly turned back to run along, even without a look at me. I knew she dared not, for fear that tears should fall down in my

presence. This separation would last nearly five months during which she could not see me. She was just trying to stop me from seeing her crying. I was

refraining myself, too, because the long time living with her had made me an exact person like her. Later, Father told me she kept wiping her eyes on the bus to the railway station. I knew that, because I love you, Mum, and you

already knew that too.

篇二：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈

Whenever I’m back home from school,I’d go directly to the kitchen calling,”Mum,I’m home!” Mother usually stops what she is doing and turns around and greets me with a soft smile.She doesn’t say anything, nor does she need to say anything,for nothing gives me more happiness than her soft smile

My mother who is a short and thin women , a housewife, stays at home most of the time ,keeping the house .You may think that her work is easy ,but she is a hard-working women .Each day she is busy cleaning the house ,washing clothes and cooking meals for us.

She also takes good care of us .When I caught a bad cold and got a fever when I was a small child .,my mother did everything she could for me.She carried me on her back and walked half an hour before we got to the hospital .In the hospital she sat by me for days and nights,unable to take a good rest herself .I was extremely grateful to my mother for doing so much for me. I’ll remember all this as long as Ilive.

My mother is not only my good teacher, but also my close friend. She is very strict with me on my study .When Iwas a kid ,Ididn’t work hard ,for Iwas fonder of playing than studying.She often helped me with my homework.With her help,Idid very well in the exams.Whenever I met any difficulty,she always encouraged mme to hold on and never give up.Her encouragement has helped me get through many difficulties.

She knows me very well.She could sense even the slightest emotional changes in me .She said she couldread the expression on my face. I often asked her for help if there was a problem between my classmates,my workmates 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 best mother in the world.

篇三：My dear mother我亲爱的.妈妈

My mother is a typical country woman. Once, the country women hardly stopped to take a rest. Besides raising the children, they had to till the land and sow. To increase income, they needed to feed pigs and grow vegetables as a sideline. To reduce expenditure, they also had to sew clothes for children in person at night.

As far as I can remember, my mother has always been very busy. Some of those pictures have left a deep impression on me. One of the scenes was that she asked me and my younger brother to sit quietly in front of the pigsty while she was cleaning up the dung of pigs with my youngest brother on her back. My mother was short. Sitting outside of the pigsty and looking inside, we could see only her head standing a little higher than the pigsty. Therefore, her and my youngest brother’s heads were rising and falling, as if struggling in the huge waves. Another scene was that when the busy farming season came, my father and uncle often ate something before noon to stop hunger while they were working in the fields. The refreshment was salty porridge as usual, which was cooked with last night’s leftovers and unpolished rice. Carrying the salty porridge and walking on the only one-foot-wide ridge, my mother took great

pains to make for the fields. The bulk of the two buckets which she was carrying were much larger than her size. It seemed as if she were carried by the two buckets rather than she was carrying them. Then a high-pitched voice was heard, “Hey, come on! Come and have salty porridge!” Her voice carried quite a few miles away.

The other scene was that she would go to the temple, burn joss sticks and worshipped God as long as her children got sick. Every time I see her kneeling before Bodhisattva for a long time with tightly-closed eyes and muttering prayers in her mouth, I find her face so beautiful that nothing in the world can compare to it. Her face is as beautiful as Bodhisattva’s on the holy table. No, she is more beautiful than Bodhisattva because my mother has real flesh and blood. Everyone’s mother is Bodhisattva and mother’s heart is like the heart of Buddha.

Because I’ve kept those memories about my mother firmly in my mind, no matter what adversity I come across, I can always exact myself and go forward, with thankfulness. In addition, that’s why I’ve never said a word against my mother since a very young age.

篇四：My dear mother我亲爱的妈妈英语作文

My mother is a great woman in the world, since I grown up I have thought it.

My mother’s name is Zen Yan fang, but her best friends often call her sister Zen. She is 42-years-old now, but I do feel that she is always a young woman. And she has a very long hair that she likes to keep changing shape. My dad don’t like that she often changes her hair, but I know it’s the way my mom want to hide her changing age.

To tell you the truth, I even don’t know what things my mother really like to do. In my memory, she is good at lots of things. To keep this family, she worked as a mechanical worker, as a salesperson of insurance. And these years she is the boss of herself. I appreciate that I have such a diligent and brave mother. I knew that she is very hard, but she never tell it to us.

She is such a strong woman so that she is strict to us. When I was a little girl, I often fell down on the floor, but my mother never comes to comfort me. She always said, “why don’t you look at your own way, and you deserve it.” I swear I hate her at that moment, but now I don’t hate her at all. I love her. Thanks to her treat me that cold way so that I can be such strong. And I

won’t be worried about such a little thing again.

My mom told me that to be a happy is the best way to live. My mom told me everything can be possible.

My mom told me that never give up.

My dear mom told me lots of things that instruct me all my life. I love you, my dear mom.