无论是在学校还是在社会中，许多人都写过作文吧，作文是一种言语活动，具有高度的综合性和创造性。相信写作文是一个让许多人都头痛的问题，下面是可爱的小编为大家收集整理的6篇妈妈英语的相关范文，希望对大家有所启发。

In my minds mother is: long pretty, gentle, eloquent, understanding I like me - this is my mothers standard. I looked at this picture and thought. But my mother is not so good, she is not beautiful, sometimes does not understand me. But she has put a lot of effort into my life.

When I was a kid, I didnt know what to do. At that time, my mother often frozen to cover my quilt, but I do not know. One day I woke up to find my mother in bed. I hastened to take medicine for my mother. It should be good to take the medicine for several days. But mother is not only bad, but the condition is more serious. I felt very strange. Decided to see what mom was doing at night. I lay on the bed first, and then I was trying to get out of bed to see my mother. Just then, my mother ran to my bed and wrapped the quilt around her. A warm current welled up in my mind. When I heard my mother closing the door, the tears fell silent and the bed towel was soaked.

But sometimes she misunderstood me. That day, the little sister next door came to our house to play. Mother and aunt want to go out, in the departure of the thousands of exhortation, must be the younger sister. I readily agreed. But the little sister knew that her mother was away. Beat me as if I had abducted her mother. Pissed me off, I took a bottle of drinks to watch TV. I dont care about her! Just as I was happily watching. Suddenly, my mother came in and angrily asked me, "you are comfortable, my little sister is crying, and you have the heart?" I said, "you deserve it. Who told her to hit me?" "So what if you are so small that you cant let her?" "The son of heaven is against the common people with the crime" mother is more angry: "you return back!" Looking at my mothers stern face, I said no more. But the injustice in my heart is hard to get rid of.

At night, I lay in bed, thinking: why doesnt mother understand me? Why does mother always look towards her little sister? But its not entirely mothers fault! Mother didnt know that! But she didnt look it up! Come on, Ill forgive her this time! To sleep!

Looking at the picture, I thought to myself, my mother is not that bad

the greatest mother 最伟大的妈妈

A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementaryschool’sfirst teacher-parent conference. To the little boy sdismay, shesaid she would go.

This would be the first time that hisclassmatesand teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed byherappearance.

Although she was a beautiful woman, there was aseverescar that covered nearly the entire center side of her face.The boynever wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.

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 his mother with 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.

有个小男孩邀请他的母亲去参加小学的第一次家长会。小男孩告诉她妈妈，她说她会去。这将是第一次他妈妈出现，他的同学和老师见到妈妈，他很尴尬。虽然她是一个漂亮的女人，但几乎被伤疤覆盖了整个她的脸。男孩不想谈谈为什么她伤疤的来历。

在会议上，人们印象深刻的这个美丽、好心的的母亲，尽管有疤痕，但是小男孩仍然尴尬，躲着每个人。然而，不停地获得他妈妈和老师之间的对话，听力所及的范围内大喊，听到他们说话。

您脸上的伤疤是怎么来的？老师问。

母亲说，当我儿子还是个婴儿时，他是在一个房间着火了。大家都不敢进� 我跑向他，我看到一根房梁就要倒下来，我扑在他身上保护他。我失去知觉，但幸运的是，火警后来救了我们俩。她摸了摸燃烧需要快乐。说:“这块伤疤会永远留在脸上，但是直到今天，我仍不后悔我所做的事情。

在这一点上，这个小男孩跑出来向他母亲眼中噙满泪水。他拥抱了她，感觉到了他妈妈的牺牲，他母亲的忧郁。接下来的一天，他都紧紧地握住他妈妈的手。

If my mother is crystal dew, I am the tender grass under the sun and rain; If my mother is a warm brook, I am a happy little fish; If my mother is a lush tree, I am a budding young leaf. With my mothers love, I grow up happily.

Mother is my sun, gave me meticulous warmth. When its cold, my mother will tell me to add clothes. When I was sick, my mother would watch over me all day and bring water for me. When I was unhappy, my mother would accompany me to relax and tell interesting stories to make me happy. When I meet with difficulties, my mother will encourage me to be strong, so that I can overcome difficulties. My mother is my sky, in this big blue sky, I learned a lot of knowledge, learned to respect people, help classmates, learned to do well in everything. Mother is my pump, whenever I have progress, or do a good thing, my mother will timely praise me; My mother was still my sobriety, and gave me a thorough analysis of all the problems, and made me understand that I was wrong to admit my mistakes to others. As I grew up, under the guidance of my mother, I learned a lot about being a person.

This is my mother, a good mother who always makes me proud and proud.

My mother high stature, not fat not thin, there are a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead, his face often smile. My mother is kind, she taught me to be honest, generous to others, since the childhood to cultivate my good character. Mother said : we should start from every little bit of things, not because of an immediate small gain, do some sorry man. I love my mother.

【翻译】

我的母亲高个子，不胖不瘦，还有额头上的几个浅浅的皱纹，脸上总是带着微笑。我的母亲是那种，她教我要诚实，对他人要大方，从小培养我良好的性格。妈妈说：我们应该从事物一点一滴开始，因为即使微薄，也不能做一些对不起人。我爱我的母亲。

Walk on the road, looking at the mother that familiar face, I cant help but feel very strange, this is because the mother not these five years working in Beijing is working in shenzhen, we together of the time not more than a year, cant I feel a little strange to blame.

When we arrived at grandmas home, we sat down at the table and began to eat. It may have been a long time apart, but my mother still treats me like a child five years ago. At the dinner table, my mother helped me with the vegetables, and then helped me to ladle soup, making my brother laugh. I was the little emperor in my family, which made me very embarrassed. I glared at my mother, who smiled sheepishly and put the chopsticks down, but still said, "dont eat meat." "Eating more vegetables is good for your health.。. "

At last, at 11:00, I could not wait to pull my mother to my home, perhaps I was too tired. I fell asleep when I got home. Soon, in the gloom, I found a man by my side. I opened my eyes, and it was my mother, who stroked my body with her hand, and patted it as if to lull a child to sleep. I could not help but think of my mothers tiny white hair and wrinkles, and I remembered the phone call that rang every day at 12:15 a.m.， remembering the warm embrace she had given me every time I went home. I thought of my perfunctory calls, my insolence at home, and finally, I remembered the teardrops of my mothers parting. ， alas, my mother paid her everything for me, and I dont have any return, I let mother lost too much, well, the old year is over and the New Year, I have to enjoy the great maternal love, also must return to her love.

All of a sudden, when the guns were ringing and the colorful fireworks lit up the sky, the mother murmured, "oh, I was so worried that I forgot to buy my son a gun." I smiled and said quietly in my heart, "it doesnt matter. Love has everything."

Years of merciless and heavy work make mother's white hair grow and her face wrinkled. These white hair and wrinkles are all the hardships that my mother has done for me.

My mother is very loving to me.

I had a math unit test in grade five, and I didn't do it well. Back home, quietly listen to Dad's rebuke. Climb in front of the desk Gaicuo I think father was those who blame me, have been spinning in the eyes of tears, or dropped on the paper. At this moment, the mother suddenly pushed the door into the door, took the teardrop to the corner of the eye, picked up the test paper and sighed, and the sigh seemed to be shaking. My mother comforted me and said, "I know you don't want to take a bad exam either. After that, you must study hard and be serious. This exam is not very good. Let's take a good look at your next unit. "I hear, I have a motivation, in the next unit of the test, the result is true, the mother looked at the unit of the roll, smiling satisfactorily.

My mother is still very responsible for me.

Once, I had just arrived in the classroom and a little rain came out of the window. Then the rain harder and harder, I began to worry about it, because I did not bring rain gear. With a bell, after school, I take more than Beiqishubao, ran to the school gate under the eaves, waiting for parents to pick up. Almost all the light, my heart was half cold, and the nose began to sour. But I just want to cry, then the dim light and saw a familiar figure this not far away, is the mother! I waved to her with joy, and my mother came. Her hands were red, and her legs were sprayed with mud stars. I got on the car, hit my umbrella, and climbed back home after my mother's tall body, and her love for me moved me for a long time.

My mother gave me all the care. She shaded the wind and rain for me like a large number, and she pointed out the direction to me like a lamp. Now, I am only able to study hard to repay my mother's love for me.

The mother is so simple. She hopes that all the great spirit of the Chinese nation is concentrated on me. Because she is my mother, I am her hope.