mom_高中英语作文

Every thing, have it back, just like people have their own shadow. The back, life is emerge in endlessly, common occurance. Anyone have a unique figure, big or small, or heavy or light. Military figure, is "there is mo open" amir Johnson, is a symbol of the whole of China "thousand mill strike also hard, ren erdong southwest north wind" tenacious spirit; Back of the teacher, it is "no not heartless, maternal gentleness is more protect flower" spring breeze of the rain, he is decorated the world talent, flowers bloom, thousand rock of TV ", remain the Yang "never forget mother?" Day if sentient days also old, human right is the vicissitudes of life, "no mother little strokes fell great oaks efforts, we are only" fell lonely goose alone the nanxiang ", the ideal cannot achieve their dreams.

Remember: don't start kindergarten, mother always likes to play with me. Our mother and child knowledge connotation and culture is very different, of course, in front of my mother, my nature is pretty good, so long as there is a place that confusion, I asked mother went cheerfully. Even if is all some in the mother seems to be simple question, but she never swallowed, always smiled back to contemplate a moment, then will answer to blurt out, in my opinion, every time is astute and artful. When the mother figure to me is the symbol of knowledge, I see in the back of her from the knowledge of heavy and cultural roots.

Preschool life finally, primary school life happen. In first grade is not as important to the mother's eyes. Became a pupil, I also realized the importance of learning, also understood that the accumulation of knowledge is follow, step by step process. I am learning. See the son of leading so let her pride, mother also will focus on the job. Put out of school, I also always like standing on the windowsill watching mother drove the car to go home, every time I see her back home, I always dancing, ecstatic, this let myself also puzzling. And every time she came home from work, will be sweating like a pig, covered with dust. Face in front of mother, I am always greeting: "mom, today work very tired?" And she was always as if nothing has occurredly replied: "not tired, have a son, what is the candy across is not the past?" To see her smile, as if was completely wiped out. I at that time, the so-called life have a more profound understanding, I see the hardships of life from the mother's back with sour, understand the vicissitudes of life and bumpy, more determined to study hard.

Now, already over six years of primary school life, into the school gate, more on the turning point in life. Mother's important for me is more easy. She is no longer confined to the care of my answer a question or answer a word. Long before the mother in my eyes is no longer just a kind of image. In her mother's guidance, I gradually have their own position in life, gradually have their own points of view of things. Mother's work is also more and more busy, I understand what she expected purpose, I also know how to do things, to share the shoulder the burden of the mother. Her heart filled with only the warm home, there is only me. I in learning through their own efforts, try not to disappoint her, perhaps this is the mother of love. As my mother love me, I also deeply in love with her. It with her eyes to my nose vulgar love is different, a mother's love is perseverance, faith, strong and unyielding, I felt the future from her love of magnificent and target the important, I began to learn to set up their own aspirations, like a mother to our family plan for the future. And my mother back to my influence is growing. Over the years, mother figure thin up day after day, than the arrogant of her mother's bossiness, thought only of his own career regardless of family, I am proud of my mother, she was everything is unparalleled【趣文网 www.qwen.cn】

It's hard for me to imagine myself to embrace her act. And when I get older, she is no longer young. At least, I think, she has to hold me. For a long time, would do such a dream, the dream of a girl held her mother spoiled, then such images. They figure out along the fuzzy under the setting sun of fine lines. Woke up, have the urge to hug mother want to go to the next room, but I didn't do this all the time, it has long hate emotions too exposed personality makes me not after all, also dare not to do so. Memory of the young mother is now over 40, she also has white hair, canthus begin to have wrinkles, while I grow up, mother, she smiled in exclamation the passage of time. I grow up, however, they are old. I don't know why I write this, canthus already moist, well, yes, my mother, she is really old. Mother didn't back to me, however, the warmth of her eyes, mother back to more let me want to stay. I don't want mother can like writer depicted very great mother, industrious, simple, serious, these words actually has little to do with my mother. She likes to laugh in life, hard, selfless, mother is a how of the industrious, in order to this home, she is always on the move, mother like all ordinary mother, loves her family. Said the mother, she has a pain my responsibility. No matter hair white hair, she hurt me, the way the wrinkles around her eyes became obvious, head of white hair has been increased, but she said she has hurt my responsibility. Mother, you know. When you are not sad figure to me, just give me a warm embrace, and I will understand, in fact, I have hurt your responsibility.

Ah, the mother's back.