Mother love, it is a poem actually.
母爱，其实就是一首诗。
Mother love, it is the poem of an exquisite Wen Wan, she is just as green hill the landscape painting with faint far away water is euqally a long time ago. In seventeen years of ages ago years, my heart all the time depict wears the clue that total large volume loves the mother smally: She stands in the night to wait to classes are over I what return late, those finely urge again and again before going to school, resemble also not been familiar with the boston ivy on enclosure to let a person feel kind euqally again, still I hold the aroma of my food taken late at night in both hands when the night that carry the lamp is read, often hear in sleep case, shed next saliva …… that feel embarrassed
母爱，是一首细腻温婉的诗，她犹如青山隐隐水迢迢的山水画一样悠远。十七年久远的岁月里，我的内心一直刻画着母亲全部大大小小的爱的情节：她站在黑夜里等待放学晚归来的我，上学前那些细碎的叮咛，就像再也熟悉不过围墙上爬山虎一样让人感到亲切，还有我在挑灯夜读时捧给我的夜宵的香气，常常在睡梦中闻起，流下不好意思的口水……
Come to the world when 7 months, she holds me in the arms in the bosom, look at the face that the baby sleeps soundly, close lightly is worn slight smile.
来到人间七个月时，她将我抱在怀里，看着婴儿熟睡的脸庞，抿着轻微的笑意。
When 7 years old, it is good that she is being pulled cautiously I what move, those who cross heavy traffic is street, for fear that can give an accident.
七岁时，她小心翼翼地牵着好动的我，穿过车水马龙的街道，生怕会出意外。
When seventeen years old, she helps me attentively arrange a room, let me have the study surroundings of a comfortable warmth.
十七岁时，她细心地帮我整理房间，让我有一个舒适温馨的学习生活环境。
My resembling swallows Wen Shui to enjoying the mother love that is like water silently commonly. Resemble poetry no matter how does the times vary to be able to blossom glorious.
我像吞温水一般静静地享受着如水的母爱。就像诗歌不论时代如何变化都会绽放光彩。
Mother love, it is a poem that hangs full longing. Carrying a dream to walk in harships when us when writing a composition, her rearward is gratified the ground smiles, gently regard oneself as all the time in youth the fish that north cloths cover, waiting to spend the hour of roc. After that, carrying baggage on the back to be searched all the way. Bacchic all the time, go to stop, tired, if lost same thing,just discover him suddenly, suit hard. Next, just remember because do not have the reason that the mother is beside,that is.
母爱，是一首挂满思念的诗。当我们携着梦想在风雨中行走作文的时候，她在背后欣慰地微笑，轻轻的青春里一直把自己当成北幂的鱼，等待着化成鲲鹏的时刻。而后，背着行李一路寻找。一直喧闹着，走走停停，累了，才发现自己恍若丢失了一样东西，难以适应。然后，才想起那是因为没有母亲在身边的原因。
Face about, discover the mother does not have too much and bright-coloured colour and lustre actually, do not have colorful magnificent more, be Wen Run only care. Pull in her hand close me, another is forever child. Calculate her not to know how to help you, do not calculate me to be done so that how fail, she can support me, it is good to can tell me to should use up force to use up a heart only. Mix every time of the mother communicate to won't grow, but the sort of only between the family member ability some no matter a kind of feeling is whats cannot be replaced.
转身，发现母亲其实没有太多鲜艳的色泽，更没有华美瑰丽，只是温润的牵挂。她手中牵关我，另一头是永远的孩子。就算她不知道如何去帮助你，不算我做得多么失败，她都会支持我，会告诉我只要尽了力尽了心就好。每次和母亲的通话都不会长，但是那种只有亲人之间才有的一种感情无论是什么也替代不了。
Mother love is a poem that touchs scope of activity. “ dear baby, if you can be living, remember me loving you. ” this is the speech that the mother in a remains leaves the child, there is another paragraph of life in a paragraph of life touch. Such love, had touched 1000 army 10 thousand horses.
母爱是一首感动天地的诗。“亲爱的宝贝，如果你能活着，记得我爱你。”这是一个废墟里的母亲留给孩子的话语，一段生命中护着另一段生命的感动。这样的爱，抵过千军万马。
Mother love, it is a poem really.
母爱，真的是一首诗。(文/李素秋)