【#英语资源# 导语】母爱是一缕阳光,让你的心灵即使在寒冷的冬天也能感到温暖如春;母爱是一泓清泉,让你的情感即使蒙上岁月的风尘依然纯洁明净。以下是®文档大全网为大家精心整理的内容,欢迎大家阅读。
I wanted to see who was the first one to catch the fish. Mother cat held it in her mouth and nm away quickly. She didn't eat it, but put it down, then called her children there. The four starving little cats began to devour the fish, but their mother just stayed there looking at them tenderly,without eating a little bit.
On seeing that, I thought of my mother. She often does everything for me selflessly. This is a mother's love, I think.
We have plants and flowers indoors and outdoors all the year round. Some of our plants were very small in the beginning,
but now they are large and very beautiful.
On top of our roof there is a big glass-enclosed greenhouse.
All our friends love to come to our house to see the beautiful world my mother has made for us. Every morning and evening we see my mother taking care of her plants like little children.
As her real children grow older and more independent,
my mother devotes more time to her garden.
This is a very good way to spend one’s free time.
Ever child is surrunded b the deep ther lve. Hwever, we ften turn a blind ee t the lve. One da I deepl felt the lve.
One da I hurried he fr lunch after schl, because there wuld be an exa in the afternn and I had expected t g bac t schl earl t prepare fr the exa. But when I gt he, the lunch was nt read et. I felt unhapp. When the dishes were served, I frund nne I lie. I ran ut f huse angril and wanderde n the street fr a while,hungr. Then I waled t schl.
When I gt int the classr, I saw a lunch bx n des. One classate tld e that it was ther ther that had brught it here.After pening the bx, I fund favrite fd inside. M ees was ist with tears.
Mther gave e her lve withut asing fr return, Hw deep ther lve is!
At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindnessandnatural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the littleboywas still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. Hedid,however, get within earshot of a conversation between hismotherand his teacher, and heard them speaking.
How did you get the scar on your face? the teacher asked. The mother replied, When my son was a baby, he was in a roomthatcaught on fire . Everyone was too afraid to go in because thefirewas out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward hiscrib ,I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him tryingtoprotect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, afiremancame in and saved both of us. She touched the burned sideof herface. This scar will be permanent 8, but to this day, Ihave neverregretted doing what I did.
At this point, the little boy came out running towards hismotherwith tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt anoverwhelmingsense of the sacrifice that his mother had made forhim. He heldher hand tightly for the rest of the day.
Mamma you gave love to me,And Mamma all I ever needed Was guarantee of you loving me,Cause I know there is no other love like a mother,the love you give will always live,You'll always be there every time I fall,You take my weakness and you make me strong,And I will always love you till forever comes.And when you need me,I'll be there for you always,I'll be there thru the lonely days.You are the wings that guide my broken flight,and my shelter thru the raging storm,And I will love you till forever comes.
"it will change your life," i say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "i know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."
but that's not what i mean at all. i look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. i want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. i want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.
i consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "what if that had been my child?" that every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. that when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. i look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
i feel i should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. she might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. she will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.
i want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. that a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. the issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. however decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
looking at my attractive friend, i want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. that her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.
i want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. i want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. i want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.
my friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "you'll never regret it," i say finally. then, squeezing my friend's hand, i offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
Suddenly see a familiar figure, riding a bike slowly appeared from the rain, primary school grade three. This familiar figure is getting closer and closer, and I thought to myself, "this figure must be mother.". It's getting closer. It's really mom. I watched the rain trickling down my mother's face. Suddenly, a warm stream came up. I went straight to my mother and shouted, "Mom, mom, how did you get here?"" Mom smiled and said, "I know you didn't bring your umbrella and you knew it was raining."." Oh That's how it happened.
Step by step, the mother brought me home, but walk to a large slope in front of my house, to ride uphill to the home, the mother struggling to ride a bike, I said: "my mother riding a real don't ride up and down." Mother said, "I'll get wet when I come down."." Mother rode slowly and heavily on the slope.
When I got home, I wasn't wet at all. But my mother got wet already. I saw my mother's tired figure, and I couldn't help crying.
I know, mother's love is priceless.
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