第一篇：英語作文：我的母親 my mother

My mother is a typical country woman.Once, the country women hardly stopped to take a rest.Besides raising the children, they had to till the land and sow.To increase income, they needed to feed pigs and grow vegetables as a sideline.To reduce expenditure, they also had to sew clothes for children in person at night.As far as I can remember, my mother has always been very busy.Some of those pictures have left a deep impression on me.One of the scenes was that she asked me and my younger brother to sit quietly in front of the pigsty while she was cleaning up the dung of pigs with my youngest brother on her back.My mother was short.Sitting outside of the pigsty and looking inside, we could see only her head standing a little higher than the pigsty.Therefore, her and my youngest brother’s heads were rising and falling, as if struggling in the huge waves.Another scene was that when the busy farming season came, my father and uncle often ate something before noon to stop hunger while they were working in the fields.The refreshment was salty porridge as usual, which was cooked with last night’s leftovers and unpolished rice.Carrying the salty porridge and walking on the only one-foot-wide ridge, my mother took great pains to make for the fields.The bulk of the two buckets which she was carrying were much larger than her size.It seemed as if she were carried by the two buckets rather than she was carrying them.Then a high-pitched voice was heard, “Hey, come on!Come and have salty porridge!” Her voice carried quite a few miles away.The other scene was that she would go to the temple, burn joss sticks and worshipped God as long as her children got sick.Every time I see her kneeling before Bodhisattva for a long time with tightly-closed eyes and muttering prayers in her mouth, I find her face so beautiful that nothing in the world can compare to it.Her face is as beautiful as Bodhisattva’s on the holy table.No, she is more beautiful than Bodhisattva because my mother has real flesh and blood.Everyone’s mother is Bodhisattva and mother’s heart is like the heart of Buddha.Because I’ve kept those memories about my mother firmly in my mind, no matter what adversity I come across, I can always exact myself and go forward, with thankfulness.In addition, that’s why I’ve never said a word against my mother since a very young age.

第二篇：高一英語作文-我的母親Mymother

寫寫幫文秘助手(004km.cn)之高一英語作文-我的母親

My mother

my name is jessie.i am twelve.i love my mother, her name is miss xiao.she has black hair and two big eyes.she is a very beautiful woman.my mother works in a hotel.she is a manager.she likes fish and vegetables, but she doesn’t like meat and chicken.my mother can cook, sing and read, but she can’t fly.her cooking and singing are both very good.this is my mother!

我的名字叫杰西。我是十二。我愛我的母親，她的名字是肖小姐。她有一雙黑色的頭發(fā)和兩只大眼睛。她是一個非常漂亮的女人。我媽媽在一家飯店工作。她是經(jīng)理。她喜歡吃魚和蔬菜，但她不喜歡肉和雞肉。我媽媽會做飯，唱歌，看書，但她不能飛。她的廚藝和唱歌都很好。這是我的母親！

第三篇：小學二年級英語作文我的母親MyMother

寫寫幫文秘助手(004km.cn)之小學二年級英語作文：我的母親 My Mother

my mother is 35 years old.she has long black hair and big eyes.she takes me to school every day.in the evening, she help me with my homework.if i’m hungry, she will cook my favourite meals.she’s always trying to encourage me to try something new.i think my mother is the best person in this world.she is always be there for me when i need her.i love her so much.she is my hero.我的媽媽今年35歲了。她有著長長的黑發(fā)和大大的眼睛。每天，她都送我上學。到了晚上，她輔導我寫作業(yè)。如果我餓了，她就做我最喜歡的菜給我吃。她總是鼓勵我去嘗試新的東西。我認為我的媽媽是世界上最好的人。當我需要她的時候她總會在我的身邊。我非常愛她。她是我的英雄。

第四篇：初中英語作文帶翻譯我的母親MyMother

寫寫幫文秘助手(004km.cn)之初中英語作文帶翻譯：我的母親 My Mother

my mother is an ordinary teacher.she always puts her students before everything.she is nothing different from other people at the first sight.but later you will find that she is so responsible.in my mind, she is very great.on weekends, she always prepare the class at home.sometimes she even ask the students to come to our house for remediation for free.all her students like her.sometimes i almost envy her students.luckily, my mother also very care about me.she puts all her time on our family and her students, leaving nothing for herself.she is so great, and i proud of her;and i love her.我的媽媽是一個普通的老師。她總是把她的學生放在最重要的位置。乍一看，她和別的人沒有什么不一樣的。但后來你會發(fā)現(xiàn)她是如此有責任心。在我的心目中，她是很偉大的。周末的時候她總是在家里備課。有時候她甚至叫學生到我們家來免費補課。她的學生都很喜歡她。有時候我都差點要嫉妒她的學生了。幸好我慢慢還是很關(guān)心我的。她把她所有的時間都花在我們家和她的學生身上，卻不給自己留一丁點時間。她是如此的偉大，我為她感到驕傲；我愛她。

第五篇：英語作文：我的母親 my mother

09級英語教育一班黃曉敏120090201109My mother is a typical country woman.Once, the country women hardly stopped to take a rest.Besides raising the children, they had to till the land and sow.To increase income, they needed to feed pigs and grow vegetables as a sideline.To reduce expenditure, they also had to sew clothes for children in person at night.As far as I can remember, my mother has always been very busy.Some of those pictures have left a deep impression on me.One of the scenes was that she asked me and my younger brother to sit quietly in front of the pigsty while she was cleaning up the dung of pigs with my youngest brother on her back.My mother was short.Sitting outside of the pigsty and looking inside, we could see only her head standing a little higher than the pigsty.Therefore, her and my youngest brother’s heads were rising and falling, as if struggling in the huge waves.Another scene was that when the busy farming season came, my father and uncle often ate something before noon to stop hunger while they were working in the fields.The refreshment was salty porridge as usual, which was cooked with last night’s leftovers and unpolished rice.Carrying the salty porridge and walking on the only one-foot-wide ridge, my mother took great

pains to make for the fields.The bulk of the two buckets which she was carrying were much larger than her size.It seemed as if she were carried by the two buckets rather than she was carrying them.Then a high-pitched voice was heard, “Hey, come on!Come and have salty porridge!” Her voice carried quite a few miles away.The other scene was that she would go to the temple, burn joss sticks and worshipped God as long as her children got sick.Every time I see her kneeling before Bodhisattva for a long time with tightly-closed eyes and muttering prayers in her mouth, I find her face so beautiful that nothing in the world can compare to it.Her face is as beautiful as Bodhisattva’s on the holy table.No, she is more beautiful than Bodhisattva because my mother has real flesh and blood.Everyone’s mother is Bodhisattva and mother’s heart is like the heart of Buddha.Because I’ve kept those memories about my mother firmly in my mind, no matter what adversity I come across, I can always exact myself and go forward, with thankfulness.In addition, that’s why I’ve never said a word against my mother since a very young age.