The past of childhood is like a 7 lubricious flowers, on each leaf the record is worn my childhood past, have sick at heart, have pain, have hot, but each leaf is so make my aftertaste boundless, opening those who be in memory is the one valve of pink, be happiness, be warmth, it is the flavour of full-bodied mother love.
童年的往事如一朵七色花，每一片花瓣上都纪录着我的童年往事，有酸、有苦、有辣、但每一片花瓣都是那么让我回味无穷，开在记忆深处的是粉色的一瓣，是幸福的、是温暖的，是浓郁的母爱的味道。
The mother loves to mine, had not changed momently, namely such, she is met only to my love deeper and deeper, until forever. After-thought past, every time meets those who the heart goes up to touch with the desire.
母亲对我的爱，一刻都没有改变过，就是这样的，她对我的爱只会越来越深，直到永远。回想往事，每一次都会有心灵上的触动和愿望。
Remembering that is summer of a year, weather is very sunny in the morning, I go to school cheerfully, but passed before long, sky cloudy, thunder and bolt, heavy rain rose to come below. After school, I stand in school gate mouth, be anxious when how coming home, see far has a middleaged woman to run to the school, I want those who will receive the child to he is certainly! I sighed secretly in the heart at a heat: Alas, mother job is so busy, most propbably is to won't come to those who receive me. Imperceptible, she runs to the composition before me, I look carefully, it is mom actually. My heart is called warm atmosphere to be being surrounded by a kind. See her whole body is drenched only, all on the face is drip, knowing is rainwater or sweat, she says: “ lets you wait urgent ” catchs mom to maintain an umbrella, say: “ comes home! ” my heart is carbonadoed warmly by this great mother love warm. “ mom, why don't you open an umbrella come? ” I indissoluble ask mother. Mom shows a smile, patient ground says: I am afraid of “ your urgent, running to come from the unit, open an umbrella running no-go, I was not hit. ” in a twinkling, my tear seizes the socket of eye and go out, with rainwater lump, slowly flowing, I am such weather that acknowledgment God prepares for me really, letting me find mother love is how exalted.
记得那是一年的夏天，早上天气非常晴朗，我高高兴兴的去上学，但过了不久，天空乌云密布、电闪雷鸣，下起了大雨来。放学后，我站在校门口，正在发愁怎么回家时，看见远处有一位中年妇女向学校跑过来，我想他一定是来接孩子的吧！我在心里暗暗地叹了一口气：唉，妈妈工作这么忙，想必是不会来接我的吧。不知不觉，她跑到了作文我面前，我仔细一看，竟然是妈妈。我的内心被一种叫温暖的气氛包围着。只见她全身都湿透了，脸上全都是水珠，不知是雨水还是汗水，她说：“让你等急了吧”接着妈妈撑起伞，说：“回家吧！”我的心被这伟大的母爱烘得暖暖的。“妈妈，你为什么不打伞来啊？”我不解的问妈妈。妈妈露出一丝微笑，耐心地说：“我怕你等急了，就从单位跑着来的，打伞跑着不方便，我就不打了。”霎时间，我的泪水夺眶而出，与雨水混在一起，慢慢的流着，我真的是感谢上天为我准备的这样的天气，让我感觉到母爱是多么的高尚。
The mother is like spring breeze to my love, stirring my heart; Be like rain during springtime, moist my heart. Remember the flower in, blossomming in the heart that fills sunshine in me, won't die of old age forever, can jump over the more bright-coloured, beauty that jump over charming only.
母亲对我的爱如春风，吹拂着我的心；如春雨，滋润着我的心。记忆深处的花朵，在我充满阳光的心中绽放着，永远不会凋谢，只会越开越鲜艳、越娇美。(文/王瑞妍)