母亲的故事读后感英文版

When she heard the thorns if given the warmth of thorns be able to tell his mother holding a child to run the direction of death. Mother did not hesitate to put an icicle hanging from the thorns into the arms tightly hug, thorns, plunging to her chest, the outflow of the blood drop by drop, but she is only to save their children, and does not know the pain.

Ah! Mother, do you love your children, as long as the child happy, you would prefer to heat can be thorns.

Mother went to a lake, no boat on the lake there is no bridge, Lake said: If you put your eyes to me, I can take you to death of the greenhouse. Immediately burst into tears after listening to her mother and finally his eyes weeping come out to the lake.

How blind painful thing ah! Mother, but you can not hesitate to use both eyes for the road to find the child.

Greenhouse came to the door, an old lady mother, said: I can help you, but you take your black to me and took my white hair. Heard the mother hurried exchange with her hair.

Mother, mother, ah! You for their own children have lost their eyes, and now also with shortened life expectancy, in exchange for others to find their children help. You're a very loving child.

Mother of the world love their children are like this in my life, my mother has always surrounded me with love.

I remember once, my mother, I came home from school, suddenly a strong wind comes, my mother see me frozen straight tremble, rushed off his coat draped over my body, with her thin arm for me, blocking the whistling of the north wind. I Suzhebozi, eyes closed, feeling very warm. When I opened my eyes and found a strong wind is merciless beating his mother's back. I have frequently asked: Mom Are you cold? Mom smiled shaking his head, patrol, I quickly move forward.

In my life, bit by bit, the feelings of her mother's great maternal love is also accompanied by my growth.

When she heard the thorns if given the warmth of thorns be able to tell his mother holding a child to run the direction of death. Mother did not hesitate to put an icicle hanging from the thorns into the arms tightly hug, thorns, plunging to her chest, the outflow of the blood drop by drop, but she is only to save their children, and does not know the pain.

Ah! Mother, do you love your children, as long as the child happy, you would prefer to heat can be thorns.

Mother went to a lake, no boat on the lake there is no bridge, Lake said: If you put your eyes to me, I can take you to death of the greenhouse. Immediately burst into tears after listening to her mother and finally his eyes weeping come out to the lake.

How blind painful thing ah! Mother, but you can not hesitate to use both eyes for the road to find the child.

Greenhouse came to the door, an old lady mother, said: I can help you, but you take your black to me and took my white hair. Heard the mother hurried exchange with her hair.

Mother, mother, ah! You for their own children have lost their eyes, and now also with shortened life expectancy, in exchange for others to find their children help. You're a very loving child.

Mother of the world love their children are like this in my life, my mother has always surrounded me with love.

I remember once, my mother, I came home from school, suddenly a strong wind comes, my mother see me frozen straight tremble, rushed off his coat draped over my body, with her thin arm for me, blocking the whistling of the north wind. I Suzhebozi, eyes closed, feeling very warm. When I opened my eyes and found a strong wind is merciless beating his mother's back. I have frequently asked: Mom Are you cold? Mom smiled shaking his head, patrol, I quickly move forward.

In my life, bit by bit, the feelings of her mother's great maternal love is also accompanied by my growth.

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I read the Danish writer Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale the mother of writing this article, I was in the story

Deeply moved by a kiss.

This article introduced such a story: a child, the child's mother was ill, lest he anxiously

Die, keeps beside him. But still death was to take. Mother to deliver their child

Son, experienced untold hardships, at the expense of the individual. This story shows great motherly love

Spirit.

There are a lot of articles sections makes me very touched:

When she heard the thorns and thistles and thorns, if give warm can tell mother hug children run of death. Mother don't hestitate of hanging the icicles thorns tightly fell into the thorns, into the arms of her chest, blood drop by drop out, but she only save the child, don't know pain.

Ah! Mother, do you really love their own children, let children happiness, you would rather give thorns heating.

Mother went into a boat on the lake, the lake, the lake is no bridge, said: if you give me your eyes, I can send you to the death of greenhouse. Mother listened to immediately burst into tears, cry out to the eyes water.

Blindness is very painful thing! The mother, but you do for the child in the eye to find.

Come to the greenhouse, an old lady mother said: I can help you, but you will put your hair to me, to take away my hair. Mother listened with her hair exchange haste.

Mother! Mother! You to their children have lost his eyes, now with shorter life expectancy for others to help find the children. You really love children.

The world's mother is so love their own children, in my life, my mother is always surrounded me with love.

Remember once, my mother home from school, suddenly, my mom blustery, shivering with cold, hurried off his coat, dressed in my body, with her arms as I occlusion of the thin the north. I a neck, eyes closed, feel very warm. When I opened my eyes, winds that are unrelenting flips the mother's back. Now and then I asked: mom your cold? Mother smiled shook his head, loving me go quickly.

In my life of mother's great feeling, also with my mother.

oK