My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother's painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.
My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasn't teaching at school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.
Mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. She placed the most emphasis on my education and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future development. Thanks to her effort and influence, I have been doing well, not only in English, but also in my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.
Now I am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my comprehension. As a little girl, I thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. I still remember I wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for me. Naturally Mother felt she was ignored, so I wrote another one for Mother, intending to tell her she was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter. Unexpectedly, Mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. I am so sorry now for that affected composition. I am Mother's daughter, and I am Mother's student. I could never be neglected by Mother, because I am the forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.
I did not write much in the past about Mother's love for me. Today, this essay is for her, and for her only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. I wish she could hear, "I love you, Mother."
当我坐在桌前，试图写了一篇文章，我发现很难动笔。盯着话题我特意选择了为自己“妈妈”，我感受到了20年，我母亲的记忆突然变成了阴霾，模糊了我的双眼辨别过去，什么也没有高耸的，没有燃烧，没有什么令人印象深刻的还是特别足作为一个具有里程碑意义。的阴霾逐渐扫清了，露出了一个友好的女性形象。我记得在电影“西雅图夜未眠”一条线。无线电列女主人问山姆，“有什么特别的你的妻子？”他回答说，“这是数以百万计的小东西。”没错，琐碎和平常一样晦涩豆类，但织成的最壮观的项链由爱的力量。我的母亲是平凡的，但在我眼里，她是特别的。
我的母亲生下了我，特别难产。父亲接到紧急通知，并面临着成人和婴儿之间的选择。当然，成人。所以，我来到这个世界是一个意外之财在母亲的痛苦坚持价格。因此，我的20年开始这样我的母亲尽一切努力给我的爱，但我回到她那留在她所有通过我成长了深深的伤痕。
我的母亲是一个高中英语老师。在standably，她希望她的女儿早拿起英语给她一个边缘到以后的学习，这是我不明白，在八岁。我是如此沉迷于娱乐和游戏，我讨厌所有的那些奇怪的注音符号和奇怪的话和平留下来。我想知道快乐的母亲似乎已经发现在教学中我的A，B，C是不是教学在学校轮胎一些足以让她吗？我举行了罢工，拒绝拼出一个字，无论投标或严重母亲怎么想和我在一起。这是第一次在我的生活中，妈妈打我，印记在我的脑海里。身体的疼痛消失了很久很久以前。不过，我终于体会到了它是如何心疼我妈妈打我为我的固执和不服从，我疼她的疼痛。
妈妈从来没有放弃对我激起兴趣的知识。她把最重视我的教育，并采取了最快乐的我逐渐形成自律自己准备为未来的发展。由于她的努力和影响力，我一直做得很好，不仅在英国，而且在我的积极态度和坚定的信念对人生。
现在，我很感激我的母亲的一切，她教给我的，但在当时这是远远超出了我的理解能力。作为一个小女孩，我想我的妈妈无微不至，我的父亲的玩伴。我还记得我在小学献给我的父亲他如何照顾我的作文写的。当然母亲觉得她被忽略了，所以我写了一个又一个母亲，打算告诉她，她是那么好一名教师，她有时只有学生头脑，而忽视了她的女儿。不料，母亲是gloomed和她的眼睛去湿。我现在感到非常抱歉，受影响的成分。我妈妈的女儿，和我母亲的学生。我从来没有被母亲忽视，因为我永远疤痕在她的身上，在她心中永远的痛，但永远的极乐在她的生活。
我没有写太多的关于我母亲的爱了过去。今天，这篇文章是对她，她的。我希望让她知道我的遗憾和感谢。我希望她能听到，“我爱你，妈妈。”
