英語(yǔ)資源頻道為大家整理的母親節(jié)的英語(yǔ)作文：我的媽媽?zhuān)┐蠹议喿x參考。
Selfless love is a force, it is like spring rain, shining in our hearts, even though it quietly, but moisture in the seedling growth life.
人的一生，在世界上一切的光榮和驕傲，都來(lái)自于母愛(ài)，母愛(ài)就是神圣的，它有時(shí)在我們最困難時(shí)給予我們力量，從生下來(lái)的那一刻起，人們就在一腔誠(chéng)意的血液溶進(jìn)母親的每一根血管，幸福地投入了母愛(ài)的懷抱，一股當(dāng)家作主的豪情在胸中回蕩。當(dāng)母愛(ài)騰飛，奉獻(xiàn)出一顆熱愛(ài)的赤子之心。
The life of people, all the glory and pride in the world, from the maternal love, maternal love is sacred, it sometimes gives us strength in our most difficult times, born from that moment on, people in a cavity is blood soluble every vein into the mother, happy to put your mother's love, a passion in the chest with be in power. When love to take off, dedicate a love utter innocence.
母愛(ài)，是一個(gè)搖籃，培養(yǎng)自己搖曳繁茂，母愛(ài)，是一支民歌，歌唱團(tuán)結(jié)，傳播文明；母愛(ài)，是一座豐碑，鐫刻過(guò)去，啟迪未來(lái)……
Love, is a cradle, swaying train their lush, maternal love, is a folk song, singing together, the spread of civilization; the maternal love, is a monument, engraved past, enlightening the future......
啊！母愛(ài)，如果你是一座樓，我是你的一塊磚、一片瓦、一顆石頭，用我的渺小的身體，筑起你的巍峨；如果你是一面旗幟，我便是屬于你的一根絲線，用我的青春為你繡出一顆閃閃的星星；如果你是一座花園，我便是屬于你的一朵小花、一株小草、一片綠葉，我甘愿默默耗盡心血，吐出縷縷芬芬。
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a floor, I was a piece of your brick, tile, stone, with my tiny body, build your towering; if you are a banner, I belong to you is a thread, with my youth out of a glittering stars you embroidery; if you are a garden, I belong to you is a flower, a grass, a green leaf, I am willing to quietly run out of energy, out continuously fun.
“慈母手中線，游子身上衣。臨行密密縫，意恐遲遲歸。誰(shuí)言寸草心，報(bào)得三春暉?！睂?duì)母親的恩情，我們惟有以愛(ài)和孝敬來(lái)回報(bào)。孝敬母親是做人的本分，最后就以人們常說(shuō)的“十月里唱一支給母親的戀歌”，告別偉大的母愛(ài)，不過(guò)我最后大聲的說(shuō)一聲：“我愛(ài)你，更愛(ài)你的博大胸懷。
The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who says that the heart of an inchlong plant can requite the radiance of full spring. Owe to the mother, we have come to love and honor those who return. Your mother is part of life, and finally to the people often said "in October to sing a love song to her mother," farewell to the great maternal love, but I finally loudly of say: "I love you, love you more broad-minded.
Selfless love is a force, it is like spring rain, shining in our hearts, even though it quietly, but moisture in the seedling growth life.
人的一生，在世界上一切的光榮和驕傲，都來(lái)自于母愛(ài)，母愛(ài)就是神圣的，它有時(shí)在我們最困難時(shí)給予我們力量，從生下來(lái)的那一刻起，人們就在一腔誠(chéng)意的血液溶進(jìn)母親的每一根血管，幸福地投入了母愛(ài)的懷抱，一股當(dāng)家作主的豪情在胸中回蕩。當(dāng)母愛(ài)騰飛，奉獻(xiàn)出一顆熱愛(ài)的赤子之心。
The life of people, all the glory and pride in the world, from the maternal love, maternal love is sacred, it sometimes gives us strength in our most difficult times, born from that moment on, people in a cavity is blood soluble every vein into the mother, happy to put your mother's love, a passion in the chest with be in power. When love to take off, dedicate a love utter innocence.
母愛(ài)，是一個(gè)搖籃，培養(yǎng)自己搖曳繁茂，母愛(ài)，是一支民歌，歌唱團(tuán)結(jié)，傳播文明；母愛(ài)，是一座豐碑，鐫刻過(guò)去，啟迪未來(lái)……
Love, is a cradle, swaying train their lush, maternal love, is a folk song, singing together, the spread of civilization; the maternal love, is a monument, engraved past, enlightening the future......
啊！母愛(ài)，如果你是一座樓，我是你的一塊磚、一片瓦、一顆石頭，用我的渺小的身體，筑起你的巍峨；如果你是一面旗幟，我便是屬于你的一根絲線，用我的青春為你繡出一顆閃閃的星星；如果你是一座花園，我便是屬于你的一朵小花、一株小草、一片綠葉，我甘愿默默耗盡心血，吐出縷縷芬芬。
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a floor, I was a piece of your brick, tile, stone, with my tiny body, build your towering; if you are a banner, I belong to you is a thread, with my youth out of a glittering stars you embroidery; if you are a garden, I belong to you is a flower, a grass, a green leaf, I am willing to quietly run out of energy, out continuously fun.
“慈母手中線，游子身上衣。臨行密密縫，意恐遲遲歸。誰(shuí)言寸草心，報(bào)得三春暉?！睂?duì)母親的恩情，我們惟有以愛(ài)和孝敬來(lái)回報(bào)。孝敬母親是做人的本分，最后就以人們常說(shuō)的“十月里唱一支給母親的戀歌”，告別偉大的母愛(ài)，不過(guò)我最后大聲的說(shuō)一聲：“我愛(ài)你，更愛(ài)你的博大胸懷。
The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. Who says that the heart of an inchlong plant can requite the radiance of full spring. Owe to the mother, we have come to love and honor those who return. Your mother is part of life, and finally to the people often said "in October to sing a love song to her mother," farewell to the great maternal love, but I finally loudly of say: "I love you, love you more broad-minded.