世界上有一种东西，看不见，听不见，也摸不着，不过要是少了它，世界将索然无味，那个就是爱。
There is something in the world that cannot be seen, heard, or touched, but without it, the world would be dull, and that is love.
小时候，妈妈对我关心至极，下雨天给我送雨伞；冷空气来临时不忘打电话给我提醒；考试考不好了鼓励我；在我生病时给我呵护与陪伴。每次我心里都十分感动，因为我感到了妈妈对我那比山高比海深的爱，而这次也不例外。
When I was a child, my mother was extremely concerned about me and would bring me an umbrella on rainy days; Don't forget to call me and remind me when the cold air comes; Encouraged me if I didn't do well in the exam; Take care of and accompany me when I am sick. Every time, I am deeply moved because I feel my mother's love for me that is higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, and this time is no exception.作文吧 WWW.zuOwEnBa.Net
树“呼啦呼啦”地晃，雨“滴嗒滴嗒”地下，天空灰蒙蒙的，路上的行人戴上了帽子，把外衣紧紧地贴进来，好似一松开就会被风刮走，我也加快了脚上，还抱怨着天公不作美，偏偏这时候下大雨，回家后不被妈妈批评才怪！唉，今天又要听老妈的啰唆神功啰。
Tree“ Hula, hula; The ground shakes, the rain falls; Drip, drip, drip; Underground, the sky was hazy. Pedestrians on the road put on hats and tightly pressed their coats in, as if they would be blown away by the wind if they loosened them. I also quickened my pace and complained that the weather was not beautiful. It was raining heavily at this time, and it was strange that I didn't receive criticism from my mother when I got home! Ah, today I have to listen to my mom's nagging and divine skills again.
回到家中，妈妈并没有像往常一样站在门外，家里静悄悄的，我走进妈妈的房间，她头上贴着退烧贴，旁边还有根体温计，我明白了，原来妈妈生病了。那我就不叫醒她好了，于是我踮起脚尖，小心地走进了我的房间写作业。
When I got home, my mother didn't stand outside the door as usual. The house was quiet. I walked into my mother's room, and she had a fever reducing sticker on her head and a thermometer next to her. I understood that my mother was sick. Then I won't wake her up, so I tiptoed carefully into my room to do my homework.
写着写着，我的肚子开始抗议了，我就只好走进厨房，突然，听见厨房传出“乒乒乓乓”的声音，难道是进小偷了？我后背吓出了一身冷汗，就小心翼翼地走过去，原来是她，那么熟悉的背影，她就是我的妈妈，她那苍白的脸庞上有着异常的光彩，眼睛里有一种让人舒服的感觉。她转过身，问我：“咦，你不是去写作业了吗？”“我肚子饿了。”“没事，我在给你做面呢。”“可你生病了呀”“没关系的，不要紧。”妈妈依然给我做面，当面端上来时，虽然没放什么调料，但我觉得得是世界上独一无二的面。
As it was written, my stomach began to protest, so I had to walk into the kitchen. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from the kitchen; Ping Pong Ping Pong; Could it be the sound of a thief entering? My back broke out in a cold sweat, and I walked cautiously over. It turned out to be her, with such a familiar figure, she was my mother. Her pale face had an unusual radiance, and there was a comfortable feeling in her eyes. She turned around and asked me, '; Hey, didn't you go do your homework? ” “ I'm hungry. ” “ It's okay, I'm making noodles for you. ” “ But you're sick; “ It's okay, it's okay. ” My mother still makes noodles for me. When they are served to me in person, although there is no seasoning added, I feel that it is a unique noodle in the world.
“谁言寸草心，报得三春晖”如果说爱不伟大，那还有什么算得上伟大呢？
“ Who says that even a small blade of grass can repay the three spring lights; If love is not great, what else can be considered great?