I resemble tender bud, those who enjoying spring breeze is light stroke; I resemble Qing Quan, enjoying the delicate language of the bright moon; I resemble Bai Xue, enjoying the kiss of sunshine. Maternal love, bit by bit medley remember …… warmly into me
我像嫩芽，享受着春风的轻抚；我像清泉，享受着明月的细语；我像白雪，享受着阳光的亲吻。母亲的爱，一点一点拼凑成我温暖的记忆……
The spring breeze of love
爱之春风
In one's childhood, afterwards quack drops the ground, prattle learn language, toddle is the hour that we yearn for most: We are longing to use small crural bifurcation to stop, run with small crural bifurcation, but we often drop however Jiao. The mother is playing my little hand at first, let me visit advanced head, she follows in my jian hou mian, close like a pair child penguin. But my small foot bifurcation is rough still, always be not careful trip is in the ground. Soft small body knock is on hard earth, I wow wow cry greatly. The mother walks over immediately, blow gentle and the dirt on dry face, red cut for me, I am in the bosom of maternal warmth, what stopped me slowly is lachrymal. I resemble tender bud, the mother is spring breeze, grant I am gentle placatory.
小时候，继呱呱坠地、咿呀学语，蹒跚学步是我们最渴望的时刻：我们渴望着用小小的脚丫驻足，用小小的脚丫奔跑，可我们却常常跌跤。母亲最初拉着我的小手，让我走在前头，她跟在我的后头，像一对亲子企鹅。但我小小的脚丫还不平，总是不小心摔倒在地。柔软的小身体磕在坚硬的大地上，我哇哇大哭。母亲立刻走过来，为我吹干脸上的灰尘、轻柔红肿的伤口，我在母亲温暖的怀抱里，慢慢地停止了我的啜泣。我像嫩芽，母亲是春风，予我轻柔的抚慰。
The bright moon of love
爱之明月
A bit growner, in Xia Ye, the bright moon is hanged high, pass through a window, the moon that be filled with is filled with below have diarrhoea, a star of two beauty, also lying between a window, tender ground blinks. There is the warmth like hairspring in bedchamber. The mother uses a hand the back that the ground is stroking me, fool me to fall asleep, warm meaning a composition / the ground spreads human body, make me so satisfied that want to enter dreamland. But the coquetry that the mother always is unable to dissuade me, tell a story to me. Then, the fairy tale …… of princess of the allegory of race of hare of the myth that goddess in the moon approachs a month, chelonian, white snow resembles honey, melt in maternal sound. I enter dreamland so, savor that one a candy. I resemble Qing Quan, the mother is the bright moon, grant I
长大一点，夏夜里，明月高悬，透过窗户，泻下盈盈的月光，一颗两颗美丽的星星，也隔着窗户，温柔地眨眼。卧房里舞动着游丝般的温馨。母亲用手一下一下地抚着我的背，哄我入睡，暖意便一阵一阵作文/地蔓延肌体，让我惬意得想进入梦乡。但母亲总拗不过我的撒娇，给我讲起故事。于是，嫦娥奔月的神话、龟兔赛跑的寓言、白雪公主的童话……像蜜，在母亲的声音里融化。我就这样进入梦乡，尝到了那一颗颗糖果。我像清泉，母亲是明月，予我
Exquisite utterance.
细腻的言语。
The sunshine of love
爱之阳光
15 years old now, of adolescence traitorous, disappear corrode is worn the propinquity between I and mother. The early morning of a cold winter, I prepare to go to school. Cold wind rustles howl is worn, the window also is unable to bear or endure tremble. The mother took a thick coat, I am looking that dress up and down: Dim orange yellow, the front is being written get exaggerated English letter greatly. I am reading aloud continuously Philistine, wave pat it. Roll of a button rolls the ground, adherent my close sound. Classes are over come home, I go stealthily behind the mother, the button that the mother is dropping in patchy Na Mei unexpectedly. The mother is close sutural, on the sly of in a twinkling is smooth the bottom of one's heart that took me. I resemble Bai Xue, the mother is sunshine, grant my breathed kiss.
十五岁的现在，青春期的叛逆，消蚀着我与母亲之间的亲近。一个寒冬的清晨，我准备去上学。寒风簌簌呼啸着，窗户也禁不住颤栗。母亲拿了件厚外套来，我打量着那件衣服：暗淡的橙黄色，正面写着大得夸张的英文字母。我直念着俗气，挥手拍开它。一枚扣子骨碌滚到地上，附着我的关门声。放学回家，我悄悄地走到母亲身后，母亲竟正在缝补那枚掉落的扣子。母亲细细密密的针脚，霎时间偷偷地溜进了我的心坎。我像白雪，母亲是阳光，予我无声的亲吻。
The mother is spring breeze, the mother is the bright moon, the mother is sunshine. Maternal love, braided my warmest memory bit by bit.
母亲是春风，母亲是明月，母亲是阳光。母亲的爱，一点一点编织成了我最温暖的记忆。