Question

急求一篇感人的英语小短文

学校要举行一个英语演讲比赛 限时3分钟 大家能不能帮忙找一下题材啊 最好是感人的,由于母亲节即将来临,关于母亲的更好!

Answer 1

In front of the computer, saw as if mother that had experiencedhardship to the full the face and that double is firm and resolute butslightly reveals the exhausted eye. This time perhaps also in theindustrious practical training, immediately, the mother that morningrests late, works the thin and small form reappears in at present...... My mother is does not have the culture, typical farmer. My mother is not the magic, actually is attracting my hunger thirstyvision. Mother that booklet wrinkles the crack to cover entirely thecocoon both hands, not only the spring day practical training, thewinter are inflamed, night tucks in the quilt for me, morning preparesfood for me, the summer day opens an umbrella, the fall for me drivesthe mosquito to me, moreover it also turns that maternal love thebeautiful upper and lower garments, turns the delicious meal, turns acup to exude is liking Italy the plain boiled water. Mother! Thedaughter looks is airtight you the eye, looks the airtight night likethe daytime the darkness, is unable to greet that short daybreak. NowI only then knew that, you are like entangling ahead of time in thelong yarn, scatter in the fragrant meal, flush in the plain boiledwater. My mother is not the singer, actually lets the limpid water seepagewhich loves tinkle make noise, sings the enchanting song. The mother,a daughter entrance, you must ask where on me goes, goes together withwho, when comes back, chatter chatter asked I send bothersomely. Thedaughter stole an others apple to nip, you also let me return to itthe grocery store, and was called me to acknowledge "this apple was Isteals". Mother! The daughter cannot understand your words, cannotunderstand the ashes like burning the silence, is unable to understandthe life the significance. Now I only then understood, mother's love,not only is in the loving mother hand fine lace, moreover or "Stars","Spring Water" the melody, the Mencius mother three time movesdecisiveness. My mother is not the actor, but she that adept skill has actuallybrought with tears in one's eyes smiling to us. In the summer day eatsthe watermelon, lets me taste that bright red fruit fruit pulp, youactually own alone enjoy that fair melon pulp, but also smiles issaying very sweetly. In the fall eats the moon cake, obviously youhave not eaten, actually smiles was saying has already eaten. In thewinter washes clothes for me, the hand swells resembles like thecarrot, but also smiles is saying not coldly. That pair of booklet starts covers entirely the cocoon the hand, you tell me to saythe spring to be able good, but in spring all all were changed beyondrecognition, but only your hand actually as before as before... ...Mother! The daughter cannot clarify your smiling face, cannot clarifyNorth Pole's appearance like the south pole, is unable sail whichraises embarks. Now I only then am clear, mother's love is ties in thegarden the calyx, resembles has not opened, congeals on the fruitdewdrop, will slide, will be the sun which in the cloud layer willshuttle back and forth, will want the body. My mother is not the sculptor, actually is molding a youth generationof soul. Mother! You as soon as link for two hours to monitor me inside to tidy up the bedroom, actually this kind of housework, you onlyneeded several dozens minutes to tidy up. Sometimes you look I thesetback and the defeat, let I independently, but also is perforatedanxiously rejects my request, even if makes me to hate you also torefuse to balk. Mother! The daughter cannot guess correctly yourperspiration drop, cannot guess correctly the winter like the springcoldness, is unable heart which feels grateful you to show lovingconcern. Now only then knew that, the person borns, the first kind oflove which feels is the maternal love, the water is equally pure time,the wind common nature, the day collapses this to love , whenthe earthquake this loves still, it really, for person "unconsciously"enjoying. ... ... ... ... Remembered a George Cooper's poem "Only To have a Mother" immediately: 1,100 stars decorate Man Wuyan the daytime, 1,100 shell proliferate the broad seashore; 1,100 birds sing passed over gently and swiftly the beside the ear, 1,100 honeybees linger under the sunlight; 1,100 drop of dewdrop greet the happy daybreak, 1,100 lambs appear and disappear in the purple prairie, 1,100 tripterospermum affines dance in the air in the lawn, But only a mother, in this boundless world. But in this not perfect world, the maternal love is most perfect.

Answer 2

In front of the computer, saw as if mother that had experiencedhardship to the full the face and that double is firm and resolute butslightly reveals the exhausted eye. This time perhaps also in theindustrious practical training, immediately, the mother that morningrests late, works the thin and small form reappears in at present...... My mother is does not have the culture, typical farmer. My mother is not the magic, actually is attracting my hunger thirstyvision. Mother that booklet wrinkles the crack to cover entirely thecocoon both hands, not only the spring day practical training, thewinter are inflamed, night tucks in the quilt for me, morning preparesfood for me, the summer day opens an umbrella, the fall for me drivesthe mosquito to me, moreover it also turns that maternal love thebeautiful upper and lower garments, turns the delicious meal, turns acup to exude is liking Italy the plain boiled water. Mother! Thedaughter looks is airtight you the eye, looks the airtight night likethe daytime the darkness, is unable to greet that short daybreak. NowI only then knew that, you are like entangling ahead of time in thelong yarn, scatter in the fragrant meal, flush in the plain boiledwater. My mother is not the singer, actually lets the limpid water seepagewhich loves tinkle make noise, sings the enchanting song. The mother,a daughter entrance, you must ask where on me goes, goes together withwho, when comes back, chatter chatter asked I send bothersomely. Thedaughter stole an others apple to nip, you also let me return to itthe grocery store, and was called me to acknowledge "this apple was Isteals". Mother! The daughter cannot understand your words, cannotunderstand the ashes like burning the silence, is unable to understandthe life the significance. Now I only then understood, mother's love,not only is in the loving mother hand fine lace, moreover or "Stars","Spring Water" the melody, the Mencius mother three time movesdecisiveness. My mother is not the actor, but she that adept skill has actuallybrought with tears in one's eyes smiling to us. In the summer day eatsthe watermelon, lets me taste that bright red fruit fruit pulp, youactually own alone enjoy that fair melon pulp, but also smiles issaying very sweetly. In the fall eats the moon cake, obviously youhave not eaten, actually smiles was saying has already eaten. In thewinter washes clothes for me, the hand swells resembles like thecarrot, but also smiles is saying not coldly. That pair of booklet starts covers entirely the cocoon the hand, you tell me to saythe spring to be able good, but in spring all all were changed beyondrecognition, but only your hand actually as before as before... ...Mother! The daughter cannot clarify your smiling face, cannot clarifyNorth Pole's appearance like the south pole, is unable sail whichraises embarks. Now I only then am clear, mother's love is ties in thegarden the calyx, resembles has not opened, congeals on the fruitdewdrop, will slide, will be the sun which in the cloud layer willshuttle back and forth, will want the body. My mother is not the sculptor, actually is molding a youth generationof soul. Mother! You as soon as link for two hours to monitor me inside to tidy up the bedroom, actually this kind of housework, you onlyneeded several dozens minutes to tidy up. Sometimes you look I thesetback and the defeat, let I independently, but also is perforatedanxiously rejects my request, even if makes me to hate you also torefuse to balk. Mother! The daughter cannot guess correctly yourperspiration drop, cannot guess correctly the winter like the springcoldness, is unable heart which feels grateful you to show lovingconcern. Now only then knew that, the person borns, the first kind oflove which feels is the maternal love, the water is equally pure time,the wind common nature, the day collapses this to love , whenthe earthquake this loves still, it really, for person "unconsciously"enjoying. ... ... ... ... Remembered a George Cooper's poem "Only To have a Mother" immediately: 1,100 stars decorate Man Wuyan the daytime, 1,100 shell proliferate the broad seashore; 1,100 birds sing passed over gently and swiftly the beside the ear, 1,100 honeybees linger under the sunlight; 1,100 drop of dewdrop greet the happy daybreak, 1,100 lambs appear and disappear in the purple prairie, 1,100 tripterospermum affines dance in the air in the lawn, But only a mother, in this boundless world. But in this not perfect world, the maternal love is most perfect

怎么样！！！！！！

Answer 3

微笑-Smile
:
When
you
smile,
I
smile,
that’s
the
deal.
I
will
not
walk
past
you
and
not
look
you
in
the
eyes
and
not
acknowledge
you.
Instead
we
will
pass
each
other
and
say
hello.
Not
with
our
words,
for
they
are
not
the
same;
but
with
our
faces.
I
meet
you
and
I
see
there
is
good
in
your
eyes,
there's
passion
in
your
heart
and
there's
a
friendly
hello
in
your
smile.
And
for
the
first
time
we
can
relate
and
appreciate
each
other.
That’s
all
it
takes,
that’s
where
it
starts.
Because
I
know
that
you
will
smile
and
I
will
smile
and
the
rest
is
easy.
参考译文：
当你微笑，我也微笑，我们一言为定。
我不会从你身边走过并且不看着你的双眼，不会给你任何回应。
相反，我们互相走过时会对对方说：“你好”。
不是我们的语言，因为它们是不一样的；而是用我们的脸。
我遇到你，我从你的眼睛中看到美好，你心中拥有热情，还有从你的笑容中听到你说“你好”。
这是我们第一次建立关系，第一次相互欣赏。
就是这么简单，一切从这一刻开始。
因为我知道你会微笑，我会微笑，其余一切都会很容易。

Answer 4

你要自己试着写,你的一生不了能全靠别人的!如果你想提高你自己的英文水平,就要试着写,写不好,没关系!继续.如果还不行,你可以叫同学帮你改改,我给你一个在线翻译的网址
http://dict.cn/
记得Be
happy