慈母手中线，游子身上衣。临行密密缝，意恐迟迟归。谁言寸草心，报得三春晖。
A loving mother holds a thread in her hand, while a wanderer wears a top. There are many gaps before departure, and I am afraid I will return late. Who says a tiny blade of grass can repay the three spring rays.
——孟郊《游子吟》
——Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Song"
在你疲惫时，是谁递给你一杯热腾腾的牛奶？在你伤心时，是谁安慰你不再哭泣？在你难以入眠时，是谁陪伴着你直至进入梦乡？是她——我们伟大的母亲。
Who handed you a steaming cup of milk when you were tired? Who comforts you to stop crying when you are sad? Who accompanies you until you fall asleep when you find it difficult to fall asleep? It's her - our great mother.[ 作文吧 ZUowEnbA.Net ]
我的妈妈不是英雄也不是伟人，她只不过是一个普普通通的老百姓，但是她对我却是关怀备至。她长着一双炯炯有神的眼睛，一头乌黑发亮的头发中夹杂着几根白发，这几根白发，就是妈妈对我操劳的见证。
My mother is neither a hero nor a great person. She is just an ordinary commoner, but she cares for me very much. She has a pair of bright and lively eyes, and a head of shiny black hair mixed with a few white hairs. These white hairs are a witness to my mother's hard work.
前几天我流感不仅发烧浑身疼痛，还吐了好几次，妈妈也不嫌恶心，处理我吐出来的脏东西。看着抗原上面鲜红的两道杠，说：“你这是阳了。”她用体温表给我量了体温，又说：“你发烧都快到40度了，这样会烧坏身体的，还会引起肺炎。”她说完就把我带到了医院，给我做了各项检查，量体温、抽血化验、大小便抽样等等。经过一番折腾和治疗，我迷迷糊糊地躺在长椅上睡着了。
A few days ago, I not only had a fever and body aches from the flu, but also vomited several times. My mother didn't mind and treated the dirty things I vomited. Looking at the two bright red bars on the antigen, she said, "You're positive." She took my temperature with a thermometer and said, "Your fever is almost 40 degrees, which will burn your body and cause pneumonia." After she finished speaking, she took me to the hospital and conducted various tests for me, including temperature measurement, blood tests, and urine and feces sampling. After a lot of fuss and treatment, I fell asleep on the bench in a daze.
虽然我是在昏迷中，但我能感觉到妈妈不顾劳累，把我抱到了病床上，让我好好休息。有几次我意识清醒的时候，还能感受到她拿着湿帕一下又一下温柔的为我擦拭身体给我降温，我身体的热度渐渐的退了下来。就这样，妈妈不怕被我传染，衣不解带的照顾了我两天两夜，我的病终于好了，但是妈妈却病倒了。
Although I was in a coma, I could feel my mother carrying me to the hospital bed regardless of exhaustion, allowing me to rest well. A few times when I was conscious, I could still feel her gently wiping my body with a wet handkerchief to cool me down, and the heat in my body gradually subsided. So, my mother was not afraid of being infected by me and took care of me for two days and two nights without any clothes. My illness finally recovered, but my mother fell ill.
看见妈妈憔悴的面容，我想起一首歌：“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子像块宝……”母爱是人世间最伟大的力量，我就像是那幼嫩的小草，妈妈就是那滋润我的露珠和温暖我的太阳，让我茁壮成长。我现在一定要好好学习，用最好的成绩报答父母。
Seeing my mother's haggard face, I remembered a song: "Only a mother is good in the world, a child with a mother is like a treasure..." Maternal love is the greatest power in the world. I am like that tender grass, and my mother is the dewdrop that nourishes me and the sun that warms me, making me grow strong. I must study hard now and repay my parents with the best grades.