She is my mom.
她是我的妈妈。
Go up oneself since junior high school, I do not know a mother to have why be thought, communicate with the mother rarely -- the appearance appearance that I appeared to had forgotten her, disposition and mood, resembling is stranger, have in the heart plant unidentified at odds.
自上初中以来，我都不知母亲有何所想，很少与母亲交流——我似乎已经忘了她的样貌，性格和情绪了，像是陌生人，心里有种道不明的别扭。
The life was changed like mode general, be in everyday repeating, repeating do same thing. Till that day, maternal mood appears all the more good, say to want to receive me to classes are over.
生活像模式化了一般，每天都在重复着，重复着做同样的事。直到那天，母亲心情似乎格外的好，说要接我放学。
She comes early all the more, finish class, the phone is called, exact like clutch time like, urge me to come out. Arrive doorway, I see a mother, I am happy -- the beans that the course that her both hands is carrying lunch to need to boil and I love to eat most is beautiful, see me, the food that buys both hands is carried Laogao, resemble childlike, the look is like settleclear clear a lot of, on fast walk with the ball before, get off my satchel.
她来得格外早，一下课，电话便打过来了，像掐准时间了似的，催我出来。一到门口，我看见母亲，我就乐了——她双手提着午饭需要煮的菜和我最爱吃的豆花，一见我，就把双手买的菜提得老高，像孩子似的，目光好像澄澈了许多，快走步上前，把我的书包取下。
All the way, she unlocked gramophone, had not said like a few days the word is same, each inn on the road, every house, it is the content that she discusses.
一路上，她放开了话匣子，像几天没有说过话一样，路上的每一家店，每座房子，都是她谈论的内容。
Return the home, the mother cooked. A little while, meal has been done, explode fry, steam, everyday dish does not weigh appearance, it is delicate in that way.
回到家，母亲便去做饭了。一会儿，饭菜便做好了，爆炒、清蒸，每天的菜都不重样，又是那样美味。
Think below, my really had understood.
思考下，我确乎已经明白了。
She is my mom. In it seems that already the format is changed in, it is her, everyday every eat wants ground of cudgel one's brains for to changing new pattern, for my nutrition, be in the home and market everyday of 2.1 line rushing about.
她是我的妈妈。在似乎已经格式化中，是她，每天每餐都要绞尽脑汁地变着新花样，为了我的营养，每天都在家与菜市场两点一线的奔波着。
Her far more than is a few days had not spoken, in everyday I complain ceaselessly with reprimand in, she always is being listened attentively to silently, she always is being borne silently, she is how to long had not talked about a day well with me, so that we became stranger.
她何止是几天没讲过话呀，在每天我不断的抱怨与斥责中，她总是默默倾听着，她总是默默忍受着，她是多久没有和我好好聊过天啊，以至于我们成了陌生人。
Dream of loving mother tear. I am sorry, in the dream dancing of her tearful eyes, nowhere pours out, however ambitious in that way, was ground to make the same score edges and corners by my disposition, probably I press down this to be accompanied well accompany you.
梦见慈母泪。对不起啊，梦中她泪眼婆娑，无处倾诉，却又那样要强，被我的脾气磨平了棱角，或许我镇该好好陪陪您。
She is only in that way an ordinary mom, but the mom that she is me.
她只是那样一位平凡的妈妈，可她就是我的妈妈。