Seeing the title,many stories about my mother are flooding in my head!Mum is fourty years old and acts as
an ordinary office worker in a company.She is my first teacher in my life and also is one of my best
freinds.When I was young,Mum always stayed beside me and taught me how to walk and how to say "Hello" to
others.Step by step,I could walk without anyone's help and speak fluently.Mum is kindly and quite easy
to get on well with her.I can not forget those nightgs when Mum sat next to my bed and read stories to
me.It is the stories that made me understand how to be a good people .Mum has many hobbies.She likes
watching TV while weaving cloth,also she is interested in climbing mountains.Frequently all my family
will have a rest on a hill at weekends.She loves sportsso that she stayed at home all days for the 2008
Olympic Games.In my memory,grape is her favourite fruit.She often told us that grape is full of
nutrition.There are too much I want to say,but I think the best way to show my love to Mum is love her
forever!When I sat at the desk,trying to write the essay,I found it hard to set pen to paper.Staring at
the topic I deliberately chose for myself "my mother",I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother
suddenly turned into a haze,blurring my eyes to discern the past,with nothing towering,nothing flaring,
nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark.The haze gradually cleared away,revealing the image
of an amicable woman.I recalled a line from the famous movie "Sleepless in Seattle".The radio column
hostess asked Sam,"What's so special about your wife?" He answered,"That's millions of small things."
Right,trivial and commonplace,like obscure beans,yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the
power of love.My mother is ordinary,but in my eyes she is special.
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."
My mother is a ordinary women.She is a very very ordinary women,really.She looks like very
ordinary;her age very ordinary;only her wears looks like very special.
My mother always wear a wide casual pants,a T-shirt (or a wide vest),and a pair of sunglasses.She always
use toiletry,consequently she鈥檚 skin was very good.
My mother is very benignant,and she was very love me.I with regard to these,I to be thankful.I love my
mother ,too.Because she gave me very very many.She civilize by education me how to do in world and
knowledge.
My mother is a office workers.She everyday works hard,but she always not to get heighten.Ha ha~
I love my mother ,because she gave me very many thinks.
I love my Mum .A ordinary and largeness mother.
My dream
A dream is to a man what wings are to a bird.With a dream in the deep heart鈥榮 core,a man is
spontaneously driven to hitch his wagon to a star.A dream is an inexhaustible source of energy that keeps
our enthusiasm burning,and kindles our desire to enhance our spiritual cultivation,refine our character,
and upgrade our quality of life.A life without a dream is like a bird with broken wings,confined to a
cage and oblivious of what lies beyond the range of its vision.On the contrary,a man with a dream is
like a warrior armed with ambition,foresight and gallantry,daring to step into an unknown domain to make
a journey of adventure.It is dream that adds fullness,variety,and spice to our life and makes it worth
living.
I have a dream.It is a dream that is deeply rooted in human nature.I dream that one day people of all
origins can live in harmony and peace without being discriminated against or persecuted.The bounty of the
earth can be shared by every single human being.Mutual respect will guarantee the existence and
continuation of the diversity of customs and cultures.Love,sympathy,and cooperation will alleviate the
sufferings and disasters inflicted upon our fellow men.Respect for basic human rights will put an end to
social injustices and evils.When my dream comes true,all men will be truly equal,happy,and free.