Memorial contrail has delimited after abrupt youth, the deepest trace is my mother. My bottom of the heart that beautiful sadness, make the light mark in maternal eye, what she brings me is sad, also be happy.
记忆的轨迹划过突兀的青春之后，最深的痕迹便是我的母亲。我心底那一道明媚的忧伤，成为母亲眼中淡淡的痕迹，她带给我的是感伤，也是幸福。
The heavy burden of the life makes she was lost prematurely former days ample ampling elegant demeanour, coarse and sallow skin, the hair of silver-colored silk of be mingled with, make the person feels she is bigger than actual age much.
生活的重担使她过早地失去了往日的绰绰风采，粗糙蜡黄的皮肤，夹杂银丝的头发，使人觉得她比实际年龄大得多。
Just began, maternal literary talent lets my exclaim. Remember in those days, I peek the diary of her high school, just let me believe she is how outstanding. That one a font that small poem beautifuls like water, the sadness of the withered like deciduous leaf, this as her like Changjiang Delta woman, when to become so thick whetstone.
刚开始，母亲的才气让我惊叹。记得那时，我偷看她高中的日记，才让我相信她是多么优秀。那一句句小诗如水娟秀的字体，落叶般凋零的伤感，这如同江南女子一样的她，什么时候变得如此粗砺。
The mother is severe. From me begin to remember things begins to appear the tear that the each place in the home has me. I am not clear, the maternal Wen Wan of others gets the brook water as Changjiang Delta general, and my mother is like that blaze however general, each inches are worn by her burn.
母亲是严厉的。从我记事开始似乎家中每一处都有我的泪水。我不明白，别人的母亲温婉得如同江南的溪水一般，而我的母亲却如那烈火一般，每一寸都被她烧灼着。
“ mother is to turn over never-failing big book originally, the mother is see never-failing far hill. Intuitive ability of my maternal be apt to does ” . Whenever festival spends the New Year, we can write a composition to go up for some time in grandmother home, it is busy every time do a lot of delicious, it is working is to coach I learn. When this paragraph of time had not rested. Mother, you are very tired really, every time the hour of in the still of night, you ased if to be draped by night tender appearance, severity disappeared, no matter be greeting, care,still be accusatorial it is so kind, so warm, do you know? The son also has a lot of words to want to say …… with you
“母亲是本翻不尽的大书，母亲是座看不尽的远山。”我的母亲善良能干。每逢佳节过年，我们都会在姥姥家作文住上一段时间，每次都是忙忙碌碌做好多好吃的，又是干活又是辅导我学习。在这段时间就没有休息过的时候。母亲，您真的好累，每当夜深人静的时刻，您仿佛被夜披上了温柔的外衣，严厉不见了，无论是问候、关心还是责问都是那么亲切，那么温暖，您知道么？儿子也有许多话要跟您说……
The mother is most the person that knows me, I one twitch one's mouth hangs down eye she is accurate catch; The mother is most the person that believes me, she vacated the largest space for my freedom; The mother loves me, a kind altruistic and oblivious of oneself not heavy however love, outside and strong but the heart is extremely weak however, what install in the heart is us, do not have herself alone only however, had delicious think of others above all, aux would rather oneself eat less or do not eat to also want to let us had eaten. Pay only, never wanting to ask for.
母亲是最懂我的人，我一撇嘴一垂眼她都准确捕捉；母亲是最信我的人，她为我的自由腾出了最大的空间；母亲是爱我的，一种无私忘我却不沉重的爱，外表强硬但内心却无比软弱，心里装的都是我们，却唯独没有她自己，有了好吃的首先想到别人，宁愿自己少吃或不吃也要让我们吃好。只有付出，从不想着索取。
May is maternal birthday, also be the festival of mother of whole the world. Although I can not afford a mother to embrace some is richly bejewelled, but she wants what I understand I can give. Mother, will remember in May happy all the more!
五月是母亲的生日，也是全天下母亲的节日。我虽买不起母亲拥有的珠光宝气，但我明白我能给的就是她想要的。母亲，五月记得要格外快乐！(文/赵文旭)