有关母亲节英语作文：母爱永在母亲离开我们已经一年了。然而，她的音容笑貌依旧清楚地印刻在我的脑海里，她的殷殷教导依旧深深地影响着我、鼓励着我、支持着我，她的远见和才智依旧像长夜里的明灯照亮我的心田。 Mother has left us for a year. However, her one”s voice and expression still clearly engraved in my mind, her earnest teachings still deeply affected me, encourage me, support me, her vision and wisdom still like the night light to illuminate my heart. 母亲是一个典型的农村妇女。没有上过学，除熟悉自己的名字外大字不识，但她却是一本无字的书，一本永久读不完的书，无私的母爱像一股清泉在儿女们心中绵延流淌。母亲多岁开头守寡，始终和我们相依为命，用人世间最博大、最无私的母爱悄悄践行着自己朴实的：孩子是她身上掉下的肉，她失去了丈夫不能再失去孩子，再苦再难也要把孩子培育成人。 Mother is a typical rural women. Did not go to school, in addition to know their names and illiterate, but she is a wordless book, a book will not finish reading the book, selfless love like a clear spring flowing stretches in the children heart. The mother was widowed 40 years, and we have always depended on each other, with the most profound, the most selfless love silently practicing his simple commitment: the child is she falls upon the flesh, she lost her husband can”t lose the child, no matter how hard also for children to adult. 母亲生情刚直要强。父亲去世后，我家成了生产队的老亏支户。为了生计，母亲拖着带病的身体，常年下地劳动，挣工分糊口。但是靠母亲一人养活我们弟兄四个实在是勉为其难。每到年关，日子是最难受的时候，不但口粮拿不回来，还要遭别人的白眼。母亲是一个自尊心很强又很要面子的人，但为了我们过年能吃顿饱饭，总是硬着头皮跑到大队部申请救济粮，要不到的时候，就单独一人在阁楼上悄悄流泪。过年是农村一年中最喧闹的时候，人家的孩子都在鸣鞭放炮，走亲访友，欢天喜地的，母亲担忧我们穿着破烂衣服出门让人瞧不起，于是把我们关在家里，为我们叙述爷爷被日本鬼子枪杀的故事以及父亲岁撑起家业的苦难经受，训练我们家穷不能失态，人穷不能志短，要靠自己的双手转变穷日子和苦日子。有一年由于发大水，生产队庄稼歉收，很多村民为吃饱肚子，成群结伙到四周的隔湖农场偷谷物。当时二哥尚未成年，在别人的煽动下也参加其中，动身之前被母亲知道了。母亲非常恼火，生气地把二哥从人群中拉回了家。母亲去世后乡亲们异口同声赞扬母亲：她一辈子连别人的一根稻草都没拿过。这看似寻常看似朴实的评价，却是母亲刚直自尊的真实写照。 Mother love is stronger than any. After father died, my family into a production team old lose support households. In order to make a living, the mother dragged his body, have to work, earn workpoint life. But by a mother to feed us four brothers is a reluctance. Every year, the day is the most sad, not holding back not only food, but also by the contempt of others. His mother is a strong self-esteem and is to face the people, but we have the Spring Festival to eat meal, always bite the bullet and ran to the brigade department to apply for relief food, or when, alone in the attic silently in tears. Have the Spring Festival is the most festive time of year in rural areas, other people”s children are in the whip shooting, visit their relatives and friends, be full of joy, mother is afraid we wore tattered clothes out let people look down, then take us off at home, for we tell Grandpa was Japs shot story and my father 13 years old up his suffering experience, education of our family was poor not rude, poor people not of short, to rely on their own hands to change the poor and bitter day. Have a year because of floods, the production team the crops, many villagers for the full stomach, in groups to the vicinity of the septum Lake farm to steal grain. When the elder brother has not yet adult, which also joined in someone else”s instigation, before starting to be mother know. The mother is very angry, angry his brother back home from the crowd. After her mother died the villagers speak with praise the mother: her life even the others had not taken a straw. This seemingly evaluation usually seemingly simple, but mother but true portrayal of self-esteem. 母亲虽然没有文化，但明事理，大事小事分得很清，特殊是在培育孩子上不惜一切代价。记得初中毕业那年，一天放学回家，我硬生生地对母亲说，不想上高中了，要自己养活自己。正在剪鞋样的母亲深感意外，但还是安静地对我说：你的心事妈懂，可是家里再难，妈再没本领，也要保证你读完高中。当时我岁，自认为已经长大，根本听不进母亲的话，火气冲天地扔了一句坚决不上学的狠话。母亲本想恐吓我一下，谁知情急之中，把手中的小剪刀意外扔出了手。小剪刀的一头正好扎中了我的大腿根部。为了到达辍学目的，我硬着头皮，忍着剧痛，挟制母亲同意。母亲的心情一下子失去了掌握，她边哭边说，“没有文化不会有长进”，“不读高中怎样向你故去的父亲交待，万万不能让母亲懊悔一世啊”。母亲的话像一根针扎在我的心尖上，那份难过远远甚于肉体之痛。我把小剪刀取出来后，母亲像做错了事的孩子一样抖动着为我包扎伤口。止住了血，母亲一把搂住我，嚎啕大哭。母亲的眼泪打湿了我的衣裳，我和母亲紧紧地拥抱在一起，很久很久。我的左腿上至今还清楚地留着一道疤痕，它成了母亲望子成才的见证和催我奋进的动力。可以说，我们的几个弟兄都没有辜负母亲的良苦专心。 Although the mother has no culture, but sensible, big and small share very clear, especially in the training of children at all costs. Remember junior high school graduation that year, home from school one day, I ever said to his mother, don”t want to go to high school, to feed himself. Is cutting shoe mother by surprise, but still said to me: you mother knows, but home to mama, no skill, but also to ensure that you finish high school. When I was 14 years old, has grown since that, won”t listen to mother”s words, anger blunt world threw a resolute don”t go to school. The mother wanted to scare me, who informed urgently, throw the hands of small scissors unexpected hand. A small scissors is firm in the thigh root my. In order to achieve the purpose of dropping out of school, I bite the bullet, endure pain, coerce mother promised. Mother”s mood suddenly out of control, she said, “there is no culture never amount to anything“, “confessed not high school how to your deceased father, must not let mother regret forever“. Mother”s words like a needle in my heart, that is far more than the physical pain. I put the scissors out, mother like err children trembling like a wound for me.