有人说母爱是一首歌，也有人说爱是母一首诗，还有人母爱说是一幅画……这些似乎都不太对。每个母亲对孩子表达爱的方式截然不同，我们每个孩子的体会也不同。母爱，也许没有人能完全读懂吧！
Some people say that maternal love is a song, some say that love is a poem by a mother, and some say that maternal love is a painting... These don't seem quite right. Every mother expresses love to her child in a completely different way, and each of us children's experiences are also different. Mother's love, perhaps no one can fully understand it!
我觉得母爱是一碗汤，酸甜苦辣咸都在其中，滋养着我一天天长大。
I think maternal love is like a bowl of soup, containing all the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors that nourish me as I grow up day by day.
我清楚地记得几年前的一个冬天，那天的夜很黑，半夜，我突发高烧，爸爸常年不在家里，妈妈一边安慰我，一边背我上医院。那段时间，妈妈的身体也不好，一般背到半路妈妈就已经汗流满面了，但是妈妈总是没有歇息，总是坚持把我背到医院，直到打针输液的时候，妈妈才停下来休息一下，在一旁还要安慰我，叫我不要怕，给我讲了不少的故事解闷，有时候直到我沉沉睡去，她依然陪在我身边，那种感觉好甜好甜啊！
I vividly remember a winter a few years ago, when the night was very dark. In the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. My father was not at home all year round, and my mother comforted me while carrying me to the hospital. During that time, my mother's health was not good either. Usually, she would be sweating profusely halfway through the journey, but she never rested and insisted on carrying me to the hospital. It wasn't until the injection and infusion that my mother stopped to rest and comforted me. She told me not to be afraid and told me many stories to relieve boredom. Sometimes, even when I fell asleep, she still stayed by my side. That feeling was so sweet!
妈妈的爱有时候让我觉得酸酸的，小时候我喜欢吃甜食，妈妈怕我乱吃，吃坏了牙，严格控制数量，我就撒娇、吵闹、可她却不依，弄得我有时鼻子酸酸的。
My mother's love sometimes makes me feel sour. When I was a child, I liked to eat sweet food. My mother was afraid that I would eat recklessly and break my teeth. She strictly controlled the quantity, so I acted spoiled and noisy, but she didn't listen, making my nose sometimes sour.
要是犯了错误，那滋味可苦啦，特别是撒了谎，妈妈的脸色晴转阴，把我批评一顿，但最终妈妈还是用道理说服了我，等我承认错误后，一切又雨过天晴了。
If I make a mistake, the taste can be bitter, especially when I lie. My mother's face turned pale and criticized me, but in the end, she still convinced me with reason. After I admitted my mistake, everything cleared up again.
妈妈的爱就是一碗暖暖的汤，里面有妈妈精心配制的各种营养，她会伴我度过每一个春夏秋冬。
My mother's love is like a warm bowl of soup, filled with various nutrients carefully prepared by my mother. She will accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
这种爱，也许我们永远也读不懂。
This kind of love, perhaps we will never understand.