Someone says, mom's love is a song. Someone says, mom's love is a poem. Return somebody to say, mom's love is a picture. These are pretty good, everybody has different feeling to the love of own mom. Want me to say, mom's love resembles a warm current, joys and sorrows of life is salty amid, moist I am brought up every day.
有人说，妈妈的爱是一首歌。有人说，妈妈的爱是一首诗。还有人说，妈妈的爱是一幅画。这些都不错，每个人对自己妈妈的爱都有不同的感受。要我说呀，妈妈的爱就像股暖流，酸甜苦辣咸都在其中，滋润着我一天天长大。
That is a day of dusk, we are complete the class is finished badly because of exercise, was left by the teacher. Write from memory, endorse, time of ……” of “ Da, Da, Da went insensibly, 6 ∶ 30 I just am able to carry a satchel on the back to classes are over come home. At this moment, colour of sky is late already. Walk along school gate mouth, see the pedestrian on road is exiguous only, street lamp ignore bright ignore dark, north wind breathes out breathe out the ground is blown, blow like the knife on the face that cold wind blows me euqally afflictive. Wayside large tree also is blown leftly by wind shake right place, that composition / the branch of dryasdust, often give out the sound of ” of “ crack crack.
那是一天傍晚，我们全班因为作业完成得不好，被老师留了下来。默写、背书，“嗒、嗒、嗒……”时间不知不觉过去了，6∶30我才得以背起书包放学回家。这时，天色已晚。走到校门口，只见道路上行人稀少，路灯忽明忽暗，北风呼呼地吹，寒风吹到我的脸上就像刀刮一样难受。路旁的大树也被风吹得左摇右摆，那作文/干巴巴的树枝，不时发出“喀嚓喀嚓”的声音。
I fear a bit immediately, want to the individual will accompany really accompany me. At this moment, I see another of the driveway appears to have a familiar figure, trot all the way to the school come over. My fix eyes on looks, ah! It is mom!
我顿时有点害怕，真想有个人来陪陪我。这时，我看见马路的另一头似乎有一个熟悉的身影，向学校一路小跑过来。我定睛一看，呀！是妈妈！
At the moment, I want to attack really in mom's bosom, embrace her deeply, can hinder at oneself undemonstrative, I do not have such doing. Mom demur does not say, had taken me to carry that heavy satchel on the back on the back, with her warm old hand is pulling my frozen little hand, the direction of face home goes. After returning the home, my hunger wears mom for fear that, get hastily into the kitchen again, made appetizing meal for me.
此刻，我真想扑到妈妈的怀抱里，深深地拥抱她，可碍于自己的腼腆，我没这样做。妈妈二话不说，就拿过我背在背上的那沉重的书包，用她温暖的大手牵着我冰冷的小手，朝家的方向走去。回到家后，妈妈生怕我饿着，又急急忙忙地钻进厨房，为我做起了香喷喷的饭菜。
Heart of Cun Cao of “ whose character, the newspaper gets 3 spring scenery. ” is here, I want to say to you: “ mom, you worked hard! ”
“谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。”在这里，我想对您说：“妈妈，您辛苦了！”