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."
當我坐在桌前，試圖寫了一篇文章，我發(fā)現(xiàn)很難動筆。盯著話題我特意選擇了為自己“媽媽”，我感受到了20年，我母親的記憶突然變成了陰霾，模糊了我的雙眼辨別過去，什么也沒有高聳的，沒有燃燒，沒有什么令人印象深刻的還是特別足作為一個具有里程碑意義。的陰霾逐漸掃清了，露出了一個友好的女性形象。我記得在電影“西雅圖夜未眠”一條線。無線電列女主人問山姆，“有什么特別的你的妻子？”他回答說，“這是數(shù)以百萬計的小東西?！睕]錯，瑣碎和平常一樣晦澀豆類，但織成的最壯觀的項鏈由愛的力量。我的母親是平凡的，但在我眼里，她是特別的。
我的母親生下了我，特別難產(chǎn)。父親接到緊急通知，并面臨著成人和嬰兒之間的選擇。當然，成人。所以，我來到這個世界是一個意外之財在母親的痛苦堅持價格。因此，我的20年開始這樣我的母親盡一切努力給我的愛，但我回到她那留在她所有通過我成長了深深的傷痕。
我的母親是一個高中英語老師。在standably，她希望她的女兒早拿起英語給她一個邊緣到以后的學習，這是我不明白，在八歲。我是如此沉迷于娛樂和游戲，我討厭所有的那些奇怪的注音符號和奇怪的話和平留下來。我想知道快樂的母親似乎已經(jīng)發(fā)現(xiàn)在教學中我的A，B，C是不是教學在學校輪胎一些足以讓她嗎？我舉行了罷工，拒絕拼出一個字，無論投標或嚴重母親怎么想和我在一起。這是第一次在我的生活中，媽媽打我，印記在我的腦海里。身體的疼痛消失了很久很久以前。不過，我終于體會到了它是如何心疼我媽媽打我為我的固執(zhí)和不服從，我疼她的疼痛。
媽媽從來沒有放棄對我激起興趣的知識。她把最重視我的教育，并采取了最快樂的我逐漸形成自律自己準備為未來的發(fā)展。由于她的努力和影響力，我一直做得很好，不僅在英國，而且在我的積極態(tài)度和堅定的信念對人生。
現(xiàn)在，我很感激我的母親的一切，她教給我的，但在當時這是遠遠超出了我的理解能力。作為一個小女孩，我想我的媽媽無微不至，我的父親的玩伴。我還記得我在小學獻給我的父親他如何照顧我的作文寫的。當然母親覺得她被忽略了，所以我寫了一個又一個母親，打算告訴她，她是那么好一名教師，她有時只有學生頭腦，而忽視了她的女兒。不料，母親是gloomed和她的眼睛去濕。我現(xiàn)在感到非常抱歉，受影響的成分。我媽媽的女兒，和我母親的學生。我從來沒有被母親忽視，因為我永遠疤痕在她的身上，在她心中永遠的痛，但永遠的極樂在她的生活。
我沒有寫太多的關于我母親的愛了過去。今天，這篇文章是對她，她的。我希望讓她知道我的遺憾和感謝。我希望她能聽到，“我愛你，媽媽。”
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."
當我坐在桌前，試圖寫了一篇文章，我發(fā)現(xiàn)很難動筆。盯著話題我特意選擇了為自己“媽媽”，我感受到了20年，我母親的記憶突然變成了陰霾，模糊了我的雙眼辨別過去，什么也沒有高聳的，沒有燃燒，沒有什么令人印象深刻的還是特別足作為一個具有里程碑意義。的陰霾逐漸掃清了，露出了一個友好的女性形象。我記得在電影“西雅圖夜未眠”一條線。無線電列女主人問山姆，“有什么特別的你的妻子？”他回答說，“這是數(shù)以百萬計的小東西?！睕]錯，瑣碎和平常一樣晦澀豆類，但織成的最壯觀的項鏈由愛的力量。我的母親是平凡的，但在我眼里，她是特別的。
我的母親生下了我，特別難產(chǎn)。父親接到緊急通知，并面臨著成人和嬰兒之間的選擇。當然，成人。所以，我來到這個世界是一個意外之財在母親的痛苦堅持價格。因此，我的20年開始這樣我的母親盡一切努力給我的愛，但我回到她那留在她所有通過我成長了深深的傷痕。
我的母親是一個高中英語老師。在standably，她希望她的女兒早拿起英語給她一個邊緣到以后的學習，這是我不明白，在八歲。我是如此沉迷于娛樂和游戲，我討厭所有的那些奇怪的注音符號和奇怪的話和平留下來。我想知道快樂的母親似乎已經(jīng)發(fā)現(xiàn)在教學中我的A，B，C是不是教學在學校輪胎一些足以讓她嗎？我舉行了罷工，拒絕拼出一個字，無論投標或嚴重母親怎么想和我在一起。這是第一次在我的生活中，媽媽打我，印記在我的腦海里。身體的疼痛消失了很久很久以前。不過，我終于體會到了它是如何心疼我媽媽打我為我的固執(zhí)和不服從，我疼她的疼痛。
媽媽從來沒有放棄對我激起興趣的知識。她把最重視我的教育，并采取了最快樂的我逐漸形成自律自己準備為未來的發(fā)展。由于她的努力和影響力，我一直做得很好，不僅在英國，而且在我的積極態(tài)度和堅定的信念對人生。
現(xiàn)在，我很感激我的母親的一切，她教給我的，但在當時這是遠遠超出了我的理解能力。作為一個小女孩，我想我的媽媽無微不至，我的父親的玩伴。我還記得我在小學獻給我的父親他如何照顧我的作文寫的。當然母親覺得她被忽略了，所以我寫了一個又一個母親，打算告訴她，她是那么好一名教師，她有時只有學生頭腦，而忽視了她的女兒。不料，母親是gloomed和她的眼睛去濕。我現(xiàn)在感到非常抱歉，受影響的成分。我媽媽的女兒，和我母親的學生。我從來沒有被母親忽視，因為我永遠疤痕在她的身上，在她心中永遠的痛，但永遠的極樂在她的生活。
我沒有寫太多的關于我母親的愛了過去。今天，這篇文章是對她，她的。我希望讓她知道我的遺憾和感謝。我希望她能聽到，“我愛你，媽媽。”