Question

[Nguyễn Hoàng Hải Yến]

viết 1 bài tả mẹ bằng tiếng anh

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Answer 1

[Xử Nữ dịu dàng]

I love the mother in my heart, mother always gentle and the best image. "Mom" a simple voice that contains the infinite love as the lyrics: "Mother's immense as the ocean of peaceful motherhood as earnest sweet stream"

This year my mother is 42 years old. My mother is the best. Beautiful mother a fairy in fairy tales. Her long, curly hair fluttered over her back. Mother's hands are not beautiful, it has been bottled as a record of the hard work of mother for so many years she has raised me to grow up. Mother shampoo with bồ kết so your hair is smooth and smooth. My mother has a beautiful face a full moon. Whenever I laugh at my mother's white teeth it looks beautiful!
She was just gentle and responsible. Back to work, mother just in the kitchen cooking for the whole family. My mother taught me to study, clean the house and go to sleep.The night was cold, in the middle of the night my mother woke up the blanket for me ... In my heart, mother is everything, mother is the best fairy in my life. One time I was sick with my mother carrying me to a district hospital. My mother is teaching to take care of her because my father is busy working, washing clothes, bathing her mother to do ca. At home I feel good, so mother to teach one session, noon about her mother care for her, mother's hand slightly gently cautious care. At that time her eyes filled with mercy, but her mouth is still smiling to tell this story to you to let me quickly all disease.When I was sick, my mother stayed with me for the rest of the night, devoted to her worries, arranging everything in the house. Mom also did not forget to cook delicious meals. Mother advised him enough things, the voice is always softly affectionate. Late night mother sitting compose lesson plans, to prepare for tomorrow, watching her mother much love her mother. One day, I saw my mother stretched out on the chair thinking, far away. At that time, I hurried to my mother. Mother hugged me in my arms, arms around me.
Motherhood is immensely vast than the long river. I remembered the verse:
"Who is your mother's job? In fact, your mother is bigger."
See how proud she is and how happy she is because I have a mother. Mom, I'm not good. I promise you to study well for your mother

Answer 2

[Kan Kan]

"Tonight I sleep the round 
She is the wind of human life. " 
In this life, someone did not grow up in mother's arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy. 
For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes ... but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of her eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling I have never received so much love. It looks a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lips tenderly, the sweet smile, ... through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing. 
In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so ... evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that I did not dare look into her eyes.