我心中的愛

　　如果你要問我，世界上最偉大的是誰?愛因斯坦?愛迪生?居里夫人?……不，這時候，這些熟悉的字眼將一一拋在我的腦后。而“母親”這兩個字會使我脫口而出。

　　母親就像一片片默默無聞奉獻(xiàn)的綠葉。她把自己的兒女——鮮花從含苞欲放到競相開放，都時時刻刻襯托著，無微不至關(guān)照著。兒女們需要什么，綠葉就送來什么，他們吮吸著母親的乳汁一天天地長大，開出色澤鮮艷、濃淡相宜的花朵。

　　母親就像一只鳥。她帶領(lǐng)著自己人的兒女遨翔在慰藍(lán)的天空，即使你還沒學(xué)會飛，有一百次的跌倒，有一百次摔破細(xì)嫩的皮肉。母親也要付出她一點(diǎn)一滴的血汗，使你一百零一次地站起來，飛完一生的旅途。

　　母親就像一個安慰天使。每次當(dāng)我做錯了事，第一個知道的是母親，而第一個使我得到懺悔的也是母親。受批評時，她那嚴(yán)厲的眼神教會了我許許多多的道理。事情的來龍去脈就像一陣風(fēng)，轉(zhuǎn)眼間，我又破涕為笑了母親就像一個時時刻刻離不開勞動的清潔工。掃把、抹布、拖把……在她手上甩也甩不開。每次回來，展現(xiàn)在我眼前的是一個美麗可愛的家，污垢不見了，灰塵跑掉了，而媽媽的手卻一天比一天粗糙。為此，我感到心疼、內(nèi)疚、自責(zé)……

　　歲月的流逝在我眼前擦肩而過，在母親的辛勤哺育下，我已經(jīng)長出了豐滿的羽毛，學(xué)會了許多本領(lǐng)，懂得了數(shù)不盡的道理。母親那額頭上深深的皺紋日益增長，是她辛勤耕耘的見證。母親給于了我太多太多的愛，這愛也曾使我產(chǎn)生許多榮耀，許多驕傲……

　　母親，您所做的一切是為的是什么，我早已在內(nèi)心深深地知道。女兒將要告別您飛上云霄，去求得更好的知識與經(jīng)驗(yàn)，在成長的大道上直奔自己的理想和您的殷切希望，世以取最優(yōu)異的成績來報(bào)答您——偉大的母親!

　　天下母親以一雙勤勞智慧的雙手，一顆善良的心創(chuàng)造了一個完美的世界。母愛永在我心中!

　　If you want to ask me, the world's greatest Who are we? Einstein? Edison? Marie Curie? ... ... No, this time, these words will be familiar with the 11 left in my back. And "Mother," I blurted out the word will.

　　Mother like a piece of green leaves unknown dedication. Her sons and daughters of their own - to compete含苞欲放flowers from opening up the background all the time, and care in every possible way forward. What children need, what brought on the green, they suck the mother's milk growing up day by day, opened the brightly-colored, shading affordable flowers.

　　Like a mother bird. She led the children of their own people travel in the comfort Xiang blue sky, even if you have not learn to fly, there are a hundred times by the fall, there are a hundred times摔破delicate flesh. Her mother have to pay bit by bit of sweat and toil, so that a hundred years and once you stand up and flying after a lifetime journey.

　　Like a mother comforting angel. Every time when I err, the first to know of the mother, and the first so that I get is the mother of repentance. Subject to criticism, her eyes sternly taught me so many reasons. A gust of wind in the dark like a blink of an eye, I破涕為笑always like a mother can not do the cleaning work. Broom, rags, mops ... ... in her left hand also can not be thrown. Each came back to show in front of me is a beautiful lovely home, missing dirt, dust off, and her mother's hands are getting rough. To this end, I am distressed, guilt, self-blame ... ...

　　The passage of time passed before my eyes, the hard-feeding mothers, I have the fullness of the feathers grow and learn a lot of skills, know a number of different reasons. Mother's deep furrows on his forehead growing, is the witness of her hard work. My mother too much in love, this love I have had many glory, many proud ... ...

　　Mother, what are you doing for what, I already know deep in his heart. Daughter will have to bid farewell to the clouds you fly to get a better knowledge and experience in the growth of straight road on their own ideals and your fervent hope that the world in order to get the most outstanding achievements to repay you - the great mother!

　　The world the wisdom of the mother to a pair of hard-working hands, a good heart to create a perfect world. Yung love in my heart!