关于母亲节的英语作文：伤感母亲节
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The early morning sun, red bird wings, it looks more and! Like my mother. The mother, the sun streams of people busily coming and going of the earth, and from under the continual rain.
不知不觉来到花店门前，眼睛突然一亮，我记忆中的母亲，好像与这鲜艳的花儿有关。店主笑吟吟地说：“先生，今天是母亲节，买一束花吧。”我心里一颤，啊，今天是母亲节，可我从来没有想起过。我这才确切地忆起母亲是很喜欢花的，各种各样的花儿都喜欢，我掏空了衣袋，一样一束的买了一大把。我把花儿紧紧地搂在怀里，低下头来看它会笑的神态。
Imperceptibly to the shop door, eyes suddenly a bright, my memory of the mother, as if with the colorful flowers on. The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Sir, today is mother's day, buy a bunch of flowers." I was shocked, ah, today is mother's day, but I've never thought about. I this just exactly remember mother loves flowers, all kinds of flowers are like, I emptied the pockets, like a bunch of buying a lot of. I put them in my arms, lower the head to see it will smile face.
我嗅到了春的暖融融的气息，像是童年的呼吸。迷人芬芳的童年，就像这花儿，但倘若没有了母亲，童年的花朵也就枯萎憔悴了。母亲是花朵上一颗颗晶莹的露珠；是黑夜深处看不见的根。
I smell the warm breath of spring, like childhood respiratory. The charming fragrance of childhood, like the flowers, but if not the mother, childhood flowers will fade and wither. Mother is a flower on a crystal clear dew; night deep invisible root.
街上的人来来往往，有抱着婴儿微笑的母亲；有拄着拐仗送儿子去闯天下的母亲。可我抱着花儿，不知该往何处去。世上所有的母亲，此时此刻在我的心中，是何等动人心魂啊！我的眼泪流了出来，因为我真的不知该去何处寻找母亲。
Street people coming and going, there is a baby smile mother; there is on crutches to send his son into the world to mother. I'm holding flowers, I do not know where to go. The mother of all the world, at this moment in my mind, is so moving! My tears flow out, because I really don't know where to go looking for mother.
我最后一次，去探望母亲的时候，是我妹妹打来电话催促我去的，她说母亲，一连五天几乎没进食物。当时我吓了一大跳，第二天拖着还没开完散学典礼的儿子，匆匆往家里赶。我万万没想到，母亲依然面带笑容坐在椅子上看着我。吃完饭，仍去厨房洗刷碗筷，我长长地松了一口气。
The last time I went to visit her mother, when, is my sister phone calls urging me to mother, she said, almost no food for five days. I was shocked, the very next day was not fully closing ceremony son, go home. I never thought, the mother is still smiling sit watching on the chair I. After dinner, went to the kitchen to wash dishes, I long breathed a sigh of relief.
第三天也就是2002年2月3日，我登上了由武昌开往深圳的火车。2002年2月10日下午5时左右，我接到了妹妹打来的电话，说母亲患了肝癌，要我快快赶回，跟母亲见上最后一面。我呆呆地握着电话发愣，这么多年了，我可从没听见母亲哼过一声啊！我简直不敢相信！
The third day is February 3, 2002, I boarded the train from Wuchang to Shenzhen. In February 10, 2002 5 p.m., I received a phone call from sister, said mother is suffering from liver cancer, to me quickly back, with her mother to see the last one. I just hold the phone in a daze, so many years, I never heard her sing the sound! I can't believe it.
我突然忆起母亲年轻时，对着脸盆吐血的一幕，那时我吓得快要哭了，她则平静地用一张纸，仔细地擦去唇边的血迹，手轻轻放在我的头上，抚弄着我的头发，然后五个手指头在我的头上重重地按了一下：“记住，不要告诉你爸爸。”一会儿，母亲好像想起了什么似的，从床上跳了下来，随即一阵风似的出了门。母亲回来时，手上捧着一大把从山上采来的鲜花，插在床头上，插在阴暗的房间里，轻轻地触弄着花瓣，闻着花香，对着花儿喃喃地说着话儿。那时的我，竟以为我母亲就像这花朵，就像这春天，年年去了，年年有。
Suddenly I remembered my mother was young, in front of the basin. The scene, I was scared to cry, she quietly with a piece of paper, carefully wipe lips of blood, hand gently on my head, stroked my hair, then five fingers on my head heavily to press: "remember, don't tell your father." For a while, mother seems to remember something, jumped down from the bed, then like a gust of wind out of the door. When their mother came back, hands holding a lot from the mountains to the flowers, plug in the bed, inserted in the dark room, gently touch off the petals, smelling the fragrance of flowers, flowers murmured words at. At that time I, I think my mother is like the flowers, like the spring, year to year.
2月11日夜晚，坐在火车上，那远去异乡的灯火，仿佛是从母亲心灵里开出的花瓣，开在夜的脖子上，开在我寂寞人生的旅途上。上午7点时分，当我冲进家门时，母亲已停止了呼吸。跪在母亲的跟前，我泪如泉涌。
February 11th night, sitting on the train, it away from light, as if drawn from the mother heart petals, open in the night of the neck, opened in my lonely journey of life. By 7 a.m., when I ran into the house, mother has stopped breathing. Kneel on the mother came, I burst into tears.
大妹用颤抖抽泣的声音告诉我，母亲在快要断气之前，仍没说上一声疼。更让所有的人惊奇的是，母亲是自己起床洗澡，不声不响地换上一身干净的衣服。她的眼睛因为肝的恶变而几乎失明，上厕所时，却不使唤儿女，自己悄悄爬起来，扶着墙壁摸索着去卫生间。母亲生命垂危之际，吐血吐得厉害，可她都坚持撑起上半身，将口对着地下的盆子，一口一口地吐，床单没有弄脏，地下没有弄脏。母亲一生给儿女洗了无数件衣裳，堆起来足足有一座大山那么高，离开人世间却走得如此干干净净。
After shaking sobbing voice told me, mother in the breath before, still did not say. Let all the people's surprise, the mother is gets up to take a shower, make no reply to put on a clean clothes. Her eyes because of hepatic malignancy and almost blind, toilet, but not all children, he crept up, leaning on the wall groping to go to the bathroom. Mother dying, hematemesis up badly, but she insisted that prop up the upper body, will export to underground basin, one mouthful vomit, no dirty sheets, no dirty underground. The mother's life to the children wash countless dress, piled up for a mountain so high, leave the world goes so clean.
夜黑透了，四处静悄悄的，雨水滴在冰冷的水泥地上，凄冷而响亮。蜡烛之光，在风雨之夜挣扎着。它的身子慢慢缩短着，一颗颗泪珠儿似的光明悄无声响地落下，滴在母亲的遗体旁，最后凝成一朵朵鲜红的花瓣，绽放在母亲的灵前。母亲是喜欢花的，我竟忘了在母亲灵前插上一朵鲜花。
Through the night, around the quiet, rain drops on the cold concrete floor, cold and loud. The candle light, struggling in the wind and rain the night. It slowly shorten, tears like bright quietly silent down, drop in the mother's body side, finally into a blossoming red petals, bloom in the mother's grave. Mother is like a flower, I forgot the mother Lingqian planted a flower.
我忆起这些片断，泪水打湿了衣衫。母亲是爱花的，可我从没有给我的母亲买上一束鲜花，即便是母亲弥留之际。今天是母亲节，我所忆起的母亲，已躺在冰冷的泥土之中。母亲从没有节日，只有那长年累月趴在盆前洗衣的情景，在我的心灵中闪现。鸟语花香，阳光灿烂，街上行人川流不息，我捧着鲜花，渴望将它送给我的母亲，然而母亲却永远嗅不出我手上的花香了。
I remember these fragments, tears wet clothes. Mother loved flowers, can I buy a bunch of flowers have never to my mother, even if is the mother deathbed. Today is mother's day, I remember mother, has been lying on the cold earth. Mother never Festival, only the months and years pass by. Lying in front of the basin for washing the scene, flash in my mind. An idyllic scene, sunny, people on the street the stream never stops flowing., I'm holding flowers, eager to give it to my mother, but the mother is always not smell the flowers in my hand.
我向一座山上走去，母亲的坟上，杂草丛生，呜呜的冷风吹过，草丛流水一般地响起。啊，母亲。在您生前，我没有给您买上一束鲜花，没有给您过一次生日，今天在您的墓前，我才想起了这些。我把鲜花一一插在母亲的坟上，花儿随风飘动，弥漫出的香气，仿佛母亲从我童年久远的巷子中，飘然而至。五彩缤纷的花朵，仿佛刚刚从童年的花园中，从母亲的花园中采摘下来的，带着湿润润露珠的清亮。
I go to a mountain, my mother's grave, overgrown with weeds, a cold wind blew through the whining, grass, water ring. Ah, mother. In your life, I did not give you buy a bunch of flowers, do not give you a birthday, today on your grave, I remembered these. I put the flowers one one is inserted in the mother's grave, flowers, flapping, filled with the aroma, as if the mother from my childhood long alley, floating. A riot of colours of the flowers, as if just from childhood garden, picked from the mother's garden, clean with wet dew.
树林哗哗作响，一只鸟儿啼叫着划向深邃的天空，划向一颗太阳。我何以要在母亲的坟前，复活一个鲜艳欲滴的童年，复活我那可怜的母亲呢？眺望昼夜不息的江水，我恍然大悟：那是一条永不枯竭的母亲河啊！一瞬间灵魂浸入了波涛滚滚的江水。
The woods gurgle, a bird shouted out to deep sky, rowed to a sun. Why I want to mother's tomb, the resurrection of a fresh childhood, raised my poor mother? Overlooking the endless days and nights in the river, I see light suddenly: it is a never-ending mother river ah! A moment soul into the rolling waves of the river.
不知不觉来到花店门前，眼睛突然一亮，我记忆中的母亲，好像与这鲜艳的花儿有关。店主笑吟吟地说：“先生，今天是母亲节，买一束花吧。”我心里一颤，啊，今天是母亲节，可我从来没有想起过。我这才确切地忆起母亲是很喜欢花的，各种各样的花儿都喜欢，我掏空了衣袋，一样一束的买了一大把。我把花儿紧紧地搂在怀里，低下头来看它会笑的神态。
Imperceptibly to the shop door, eyes suddenly a bright, my memory of the mother, as if with the colorful flowers on. The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Sir, today is mother's day, buy a bunch of flowers." I was shocked, ah, today is mother's day, but I've never thought about. I this just exactly remember mother loves flowers, all kinds of flowers are like, I emptied the pockets, like a bunch of buying a lot of. I put them in my arms, lower the head to see it will smile face.
我嗅到了春的暖融融的气息，像是童年的呼吸。迷人芬芳的童年，就像这花儿，但倘若没有了母亲，童年的花朵也就枯萎憔悴了。母亲是花朵上一颗颗晶莹的露珠；是黑夜深处看不见的根。
I smell the warm breath of spring, like childhood respiratory. The charming fragrance of childhood, like the flowers, but if not the mother, childhood flowers will fade and wither. Mother is a flower on a crystal clear dew; night deep invisible root.
街上的人来来往往，有抱着婴儿微笑的母亲；有拄着拐仗送儿子去闯天下的母亲。可我抱着花儿，不知该往何处去。世上所有的母亲，此时此刻在我的心中，是何等动人心魂啊！我的眼泪流了出来，因为我真的不知该去何处寻找母亲。
Street people coming and going, there is a baby smile mother; there is on crutches to send his son into the world to mother. I'm holding flowers, I do not know where to go. The mother of all the world, at this moment in my mind, is so moving! My tears flow out, because I really don't know where to go looking for mother.
我最后一次，去探望母亲的时候，是我妹妹打来电话催促我去的，她说母亲，一连五天几乎没进食物。当时我吓了一大跳，第二天拖着还没开完散学典礼的儿子，匆匆往家里赶。我万万没想到，母亲依然面带笑容坐在椅子上看着我。吃完饭，仍去厨房洗刷碗筷，我长长地松了一口气。
The last time I went to visit her mother, when, is my sister phone calls urging me to mother, she said, almost no food for five days. I was shocked, the very next day was not fully closing ceremony son, go home. I never thought, the mother is still smiling sit watching on the chair I. After dinner, went to the kitchen to wash dishes, I long breathed a sigh of relief.
第三天也就是2002年2月3日，我登上了由武昌开往深圳的火车。2002年2月10日下午5时左右，我接到了妹妹打来的电话，说母亲患了肝癌，要我快快赶回，跟母亲见上最后一面。我呆呆地握着电话发愣，这么多年了，我可从没听见母亲哼过一声啊！我简直不敢相信！
The third day is February 3, 2002, I boarded the train from Wuchang to Shenzhen. In February 10, 2002 5 p.m., I received a phone call from sister, said mother is suffering from liver cancer, to me quickly back, with her mother to see the last one. I just hold the phone in a daze, so many years, I never heard her sing the sound! I can't believe it.
我突然忆起母亲年轻时，对着脸盆吐血的一幕，那时我吓得快要哭了，她则平静地用一张纸，仔细地擦去唇边的血迹，手轻轻放在我的头上，抚弄着我的头发，然后五个手指头在我的头上重重地按了一下：“记住，不要告诉你爸爸。”一会儿，母亲好像想起了什么似的，从床上跳了下来，随即一阵风似的出了门。母亲回来时，手上捧着一大把从山上采来的鲜花，插在床头上，插在阴暗的房间里，轻轻地触弄着花瓣，闻着花香，对着花儿喃喃地说着话儿。那时的我，竟以为我母亲就像这花朵，就像这春天，年年去了，年年有。
Suddenly I remembered my mother was young, in front of the basin. The scene, I was scared to cry, she quietly with a piece of paper, carefully wipe lips of blood, hand gently on my head, stroked my hair, then five fingers on my head heavily to press: "remember, don't tell your father." For a while, mother seems to remember something, jumped down from the bed, then like a gust of wind out of the door. When their mother came back, hands holding a lot from the mountains to the flowers, plug in the bed, inserted in the dark room, gently touch off the petals, smelling the fragrance of flowers, flowers murmured words at. At that time I, I think my mother is like the flowers, like the spring, year to year.
2月11日夜晚，坐在火车上，那远去异乡的灯火，仿佛是从母亲心灵里开出的花瓣，开在夜的脖子上，开在我寂寞人生的旅途上。上午7点时分，当我冲进家门时，母亲已停止了呼吸。跪在母亲的跟前，我泪如泉涌。
February 11th night, sitting on the train, it away from light, as if drawn from the mother heart petals, open in the night of the neck, opened in my lonely journey of life. By 7 a.m., when I ran into the house, mother has stopped breathing. Kneel on the mother came, I burst into tears.
大妹用颤抖抽泣的声音告诉我，母亲在快要断气之前，仍没说上一声疼。更让所有的人惊奇的是，母亲是自己起床洗澡，不声不响地换上一身干净的衣服。她的眼睛因为肝的恶变而几乎失明，上厕所时，却不使唤儿女，自己悄悄爬起来，扶着墙壁摸索着去卫生间。母亲生命垂危之际，吐血吐得厉害，可她都坚持撑起上半身，将口对着地下的盆子，一口一口地吐，床单没有弄脏，地下没有弄脏。母亲一生给儿女洗了无数件衣裳，堆起来足足有一座大山那么高，离开人世间却走得如此干干净净。
After shaking sobbing voice told me, mother in the breath before, still did not say. Let all the people's surprise, the mother is gets up to take a shower, make no reply to put on a clean clothes. Her eyes because of hepatic malignancy and almost blind, toilet, but not all children, he crept up, leaning on the wall groping to go to the bathroom. Mother dying, hematemesis up badly, but she insisted that prop up the upper body, will export to underground basin, one mouthful vomit, no dirty sheets, no dirty underground. The mother's life to the children wash countless dress, piled up for a mountain so high, leave the world goes so clean.
夜黑透了，四处静悄悄的，雨水滴在冰冷的水泥地上，凄冷而响亮。蜡烛之光，在风雨之夜挣扎着。它的身子慢慢缩短着，一颗颗泪珠儿似的光明悄无声响地落下，滴在母亲的遗体旁，最后凝成一朵朵鲜红的花瓣，绽放在母亲的灵前。母亲是喜欢花的，我竟忘了在母亲灵前插上一朵鲜花。
Through the night, around the quiet, rain drops on the cold concrete floor, cold and loud. The candle light, struggling in the wind and rain the night. It slowly shorten, tears like bright quietly silent down, drop in the mother's body side, finally into a blossoming red petals, bloom in the mother's grave. Mother is like a flower, I forgot the mother Lingqian planted a flower.
我忆起这些片断，泪水打湿了衣衫。母亲是爱花的，可我从没有给我的母亲买上一束鲜花，即便是母亲弥留之际。今天是母亲节，我所忆起的母亲，已躺在冰冷的泥土之中。母亲从没有节日，只有那长年累月趴在盆前洗衣的情景，在我的心灵中闪现。鸟语花香，阳光灿烂，街上行人川流不息，我捧着鲜花，渴望将它送给我的母亲，然而母亲却永远嗅不出我手上的花香了。
I remember these fragments, tears wet clothes. Mother loved flowers, can I buy a bunch of flowers have never to my mother, even if is the mother deathbed. Today is mother's day, I remember mother, has been lying on the cold earth. Mother never Festival, only the months and years pass by. Lying in front of the basin for washing the scene, flash in my mind. An idyllic scene, sunny, people on the street the stream never stops flowing., I'm holding flowers, eager to give it to my mother, but the mother is always not smell the flowers in my hand.
我向一座山上走去，母亲的坟上，杂草丛生，呜呜的冷风吹过，草丛流水一般地响起。啊，母亲。在您生前，我没有给您买上一束鲜花，没有给您过一次生日，今天在您的墓前，我才想起了这些。我把鲜花一一插在母亲的坟上，花儿随风飘动，弥漫出的香气，仿佛母亲从我童年久远的巷子中，飘然而至。五彩缤纷的花朵，仿佛刚刚从童年的花园中，从母亲的花园中采摘下来的，带着湿润润露珠的清亮。
I go to a mountain, my mother's grave, overgrown with weeds, a cold wind blew through the whining, grass, water ring. Ah, mother. In your life, I did not give you buy a bunch of flowers, do not give you a birthday, today on your grave, I remembered these. I put the flowers one one is inserted in the mother's grave, flowers, flapping, filled with the aroma, as if the mother from my childhood long alley, floating. A riot of colours of the flowers, as if just from childhood garden, picked from the mother's garden, clean with wet dew.
树林哗哗作响，一只鸟儿啼叫着划向深邃的天空，划向一颗太阳。我何以要在母亲的坟前，复活一个鲜艳欲滴的童年，复活我那可怜的母亲呢？眺望昼夜不息的江水，我恍然大悟：那是一条永不枯竭的母亲河啊！一瞬间灵魂浸入了波涛滚滚的江水。
The woods gurgle, a bird shouted out to deep sky, rowed to a sun. Why I want to mother's tomb, the resurrection of a fresh childhood, raised my poor mother? Overlooking the endless days and nights in the river, I see light suddenly: it is a never-ending mother river ah! A moment soul into the rolling waves of the river.
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