Pass through when us when the road that bestrews bramble, always worry about dripping wet of him meeting blood, never had thought however, all the time rearward is silent the mother of support, that individual —— that caresses us, she is already black and blue however ……
当我们穿越布满荆棘的道路时，总担心自己会鲜血淋漓，却从未想过，一直在背后默默支持、呵护我们的那个人——母亲，她却早已遍体鳞伤……
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From memory begins, emerge constantly in my brain a maternal Na Cixiang and sweet face. From sensible begin, I think: The mother is like a warm current, closely around move me; The mother is like spring breeze of one wash one's hair, pacifying me gently; The mother is like one bark clear spring, patiently moist my ……
从有记忆开始，我的脑海里便时常浮现出母亲那慈祥而又和蔼的面孔。从懂事开始，我就想：母亲如一股暖流，紧紧地围绕着我；母亲如一沐春风，轻轻地安抚着我；母亲如一汪清泉，耐心地滋润着我……
Still remember, when side mother cooks, the mother refuses softly however: I come to “ , fasten a your scald ” ; Still remember, when side mother washs a bowl, the mother always says softly: I come to “ , your homework is essential ” ; Still remember, side mother is patchy when clothes, the mother laughed softly however: I come to “ , did not plunge into your hand ” ; Still remember ……
还记得，帮母亲做饭时，母亲却温柔地拒绝：“我来，别把你烫伤”；还记得，帮母亲洗碗时，母亲总温柔地说：“我来，你功课要紧”；还记得，帮母亲缝补衣裳时，母亲却温柔地笑了：“我来，别扎伤了你的手”；还记得……
Mother love is aeriform the dribs and drabs in the life, the “ divine ”…… that I think this is mother love still remembers the winter that is a chill then clearly, ground of north wind unbridled is knocking door window, those two willow outside the wall are blown so that walk unsteadily by fierce wind. Although people endeavors,the ground laps him Yan Yan is solidly, but still do not touch fierce wind inbreak. I right now sleep on the bed so cold still that chatter continuously. An another cold current comes over, let me couldn't help wrapping the quilt wrap again.
母爱无形于生活中的点点滴滴，我以为这便是母爱的“神圣”……还清楚地记得那是一个寒冷的冬天，北风肆无忌惮地敲打着门窗，墙外的那两棵柳树被狂风吹得东倒西歪。尽管人们尽力地把自己包裹得严严实实，但还是抵不住狂风的入侵。此时的我睡在床上还冷得直打颤。一阵又一阵的寒流袭来，让我忍不住把被子裹了又裹。
The water cup that I recall to will want to head the school tomorrow suddenly still is in the bathroom, then I am risking chill, loath him move footstep. Had not waited for me to walk into a bathroom, hear inside the sound of ” of “ Shua Shua that composition rub washs the dress. I cherished interrogative mood to go in, see the mother is crouching in the rub on the ground to wash a dress partly however. Wait for when looking clear, just know that is my sweater. My cry in fear: “ Mom, how do you wash the dress here? Why need not washing machine? ” mother hears my voice, this ability gangmaster is raised come, smiling to say: Your this sweater uses “ washing machine is washed much not warm, wash with the hand better. ” hears maternal word, I temporarily between do not say to give a word to come unexpectedly. Should see the mother freezes that pair aglowly when aglow hand, my nose acid is acerbity. “ Mom, we are washed with washing machine, wash also the ……” of do not matter I am strong kept back in the heart that is agonized, depress the tear that is about to flush. At the moment, see only fall in faint light, mother that is pitch-black splendent hair becomes yellow gradually, that piece of weather-beaten face is shown more aged ……
我忽然记起明天要带去学校的水杯还在浴室里，于是我冒着寒冷，不情愿地挪动自己的脚步。还未等我走进浴室，便听见里面作文搓洗衣服的“唰唰”声。我怀着疑惑的心情走了进去，却见到母亲正半蹲在地上搓洗一件衣服。待到看清时，才知道那是我的毛衣。我惊叫一声：“妈，你怎么在这里洗衣服？为什么不用洗衣机？”母亲听见我的声音，这才把头抬起来，微笑着说：“你这毛衣用洗衣机洗多了不暖和，用手洗就好些。”听到母亲的话，我一时之间竟说不出话来。当看到母亲那双冻得通红通红的手时，我鼻子酸酸的。“妈，我们用洗衣机洗吧，洗一次也不碍事的……”我强忍住了心中的那份苦涩，压抑住即将涌出的泪水。此时此刻，只见在昏黄的灯光下，母亲那乌黑发亮的头发渐渐变黄，那张饱经风霜的脸愈显苍老了……
I feel distressed the hand of ground general mother catchs from water. When me lay a finger on arrives when icy tap water, my body can'ts help quivering, water good ice! I handhold closely maternal hand. Feel only mother although that both hands is frozen, those who deliver is however a warm current ……
我心疼地将母亲的手一把从水里抓起来。当我触碰到冰凉的自来水时，我的身体不禁一颤，水好冰！我紧紧地握住母亲的手。只觉得母亲那双手虽然冰冷，传递的却是股股暖流……
However, maternal for a long time is not realized, just smiling from beginning to end on the face. That momently, the “ essence ”—— that I understood mother love suddenly is mother love does not have valence
然而，母亲久久不悟，只是脸上始终微笑着。那一刻，我突然明白了母爱的“真谛”——便是母爱无价
Earth up a root once mother love of “ of figure ground analogy as tremendous blaze ” . Yes, mother love is the blaze that delivers enthusiasm and warmth. Be the ablaze blaze that this never extinguishs all round however, burning altruisticly oneself, warm a little heart.
培根曾经形象地比喻“母爱如同巨大的火焰”。是的，母爱是传递热情和温暖的火焰。然而正是这团团永不熄灭的熊熊火焰，无私地燃烧着自己，温暖着颗颗幼小的心灵。(文/曾想怡)