Question

“My mother” 英语作文怎么写呢？

Answer 1

Seeing the title,many stories about my mother are flooding in my head! Mum is fourty years old and acts as

an ordinary office worker in a company. She is my first teacher in my life and also is one of my best

freinds. When I was young,Mum always stayed beside me and taught me how to walk and how to say "Hello" to

others. Step by step, I could walk without anyone's help and speak fluently.Mum is kindly and quite easy

to get on well with her. I can not forget those nightgs when Mum sat next to my bed and read stories to

me. It is the stories that made me understand how to be a good people . Mum has many hobbies. She likes

watching TV while weaving cloth, also she is interested in climbing mountains. Frequently all my family

will have a rest on a hill at weekends. She loves sportsso that she stayed at home all days for the 2008

Olympic Games.In my memory, grape is her favourite fruit. She often told us that grape is full of

nutrition. There are too much I want to say,but I think the best way to show my love to Mum is love her

forever!When I sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, I found it hard to set pen to paper. Staring at

the topic I deliberately chose for myself "my mother", I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother

suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring,

nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image

of an amicable woman. I recalled a line from the famous movie "Sleepless in Seattle". The radio column

hostess asked Sam, "What's so special about your wife?" He answered, "That's millions of small things."

Right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the

power of love. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.
My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was

faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world

was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother's painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my

mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her

all through my growth.

My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up

English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so

obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and

odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasn't teaching at

school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or

severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind.

The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother

to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.
Mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. She placed the most emphasis on my education

and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future

development. Thanks to her effort and influence, I have been doing well, not only in English, but also in

my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.
Now I am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my

comprehension. As a little girl, I thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. I

still remember I wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for

me. Naturally Mother felt she was ignored, so I wrote another one for Mother, intending to tell her she

was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter.

Unexpectedly, Mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. I am so sorry now for that affected composition. I

am Mother's daughter, and I am Mother's student. I could never be neglected by Mother, because I am the

forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.
I did not write much in the past about Mother's love for me. Today, this essay is for her, and for her

only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. I wish she could hear, "I love you, Mother."

My mother is a ordinary women.She is a very very ordinary women,really.She looks like very

ordinary;her age very ordinary;only her wears looks like very special.
My mother always wear a wide casual pants,a T-shirt (or a wide vest),and a pair of sunglasses.She always

use toiletry,consequently she’s skin was very good.
My mother is very benignant,and she was very love me.I with regard to these,I to be thankful.I love my

mother , too.Because she gave me very very many.She civilize by education me how to do in world and

knowledge.
My mother is a office workers.She everyday works hard,but she always not to get heighten.Ha ha~
I love my mother , because she gave me very many thinks.
I love my Mum . A ordinary and largeness mother.
My dream
A dream is to a man what wings are to a bird. With a dream in the deep heart‘s core, a man is

spontaneously driven to hitch his wagon to a star. A dream is an inexhaustible source of energy that keeps

our enthusiasm burning, and kindles our desire to enhance our spiritual cultivation, refine our character,

and upgrade our quality of life. A life without a dream is like a bird with broken wings, confined to a

cage and oblivious of what lies beyond the range of its vision. On the contrary, a man with a dream is

like a warrior armed with ambition, foresight and gallantry, daring to step into an unknown domain to make

a journey of adventure. It is dream that adds fullness, variety, and spice to our life and makes it worth

living.
I have a dream. It is a dream that is deeply rooted in human nature. I dream that one day people of all

origins can live in harmony and peace without being discriminated against or persecuted. The bounty of the

earth can be shared by every single human being. Mutual respect will guarantee the existence and

continuation of the diversity of customs and cultures. Love, sympathy, and cooperation will alleviate the

sufferings and disasters inflicted upon our fellow men. Respect for basic human rights will put an end to

social injustices and evils. When my dream comes true, all men will be truly equal, happy, and free.

Answer 2

Seeing the title,many stories about my mother are flooding in my head!
Mum is fourty years old and acts as an ordinary office worker in a company. She is my first teacher in my life and also is one of my best freinds. When I was young,Mum always stayed beside me and taught me how to walk and how to say "Hello" to others. Step by step, I could walk without anyone's help and speak fluently.Mum is kindly and quite easy to get on well with her. I can not forget those nightgs when Mum sat next to my bed and read stories to me. It is the stories that made me understand how to be a good people .
Mum has many hobbies. She likes watching TV while weaving cloth, also she is interested in climbing mountains. Frequently all my family will have a rest on a hill at weekends. She loves sportsso that she stayed at home all days for the 2008 Olympic Games.In my memory, grape is her favourite fruit. She often told us that grape is full of nutrition.
There are too much I want to say,but I think the best way to show my love to Mum is love her forever!

Answer 3

Mother is the greatest person in the world. Mother, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be born your gas.

This one evening, I had a high fever at dare not tell the mother, because my mother and I quarreled. Dinner, my mother told me, I didn't respond, but quietly lying in bed drowsy, after a while I saw mother hasn't come then thought mother still mad at me, I was thinking of the mother would carry food to my room. Mother saw I lay in bed flushed and turn to turn away, and then bending habitually use hand touch my forehead, said: "ah, son you have a fever, and ill!" Mother looked at me in surprise: "how don't you tell me?" "I...... I......" Faltered, "I am afraid you half say me!" I whispered. "Silly child, hurriedly pair of meal to eat, finish eat rice have strength!" Said, mother and feed my meal mouthful. I saw mother benignly faces, as if to mother gas wholly ended. Have a meal, the mother hurriedly call father told him to come back the day after tomorrow, but father said to get to! So mother behind I go downstairs to the hospital immediately, but thank god sneakingly, rain. At the time, to walk too hastily not enough time to take an umbrella, and the streets without a shadow, only a few cars of vehicles, flash rapidly it was raining harder and harder, mother hesitation to put off the overcoat, dressed in my body, carry me to the hospital. My mother to the hospital in the waiting area settle chair, his run to registered, pay. My mind kept flashed in the rain shadow mother was in the hospital running...

Hanging over the saltwater, mother and went to the store to buy me water to drink. Back, she affectionately said to me: "certain thirsty! Drink some water!" I was touched, brimming with sadness, but still could not hold back the tears of sadness, wish: I really should not born I have my mother gave me so much, but I still was born she gas. I'm sorry, mom.