When I sat at the desk, trying to write the essay, I found it hard to set pen to paper. Staring at the topic I deliberately chose for myself my mother, I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to discern the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away, revealing the image of an amicable woman. I recalled a line from the famous movie Sleepless in Seattle. The radio column hostess asked Sam, What‘s so special about your wife? He answered, That‘s millions of small things. Right,trivial and commonplace, like obscure beans, yet woven into the most spectacular necklace by the power of love. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes she is special.
    My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. Father received an emergency notice and was faced with a choice between the adult and the infant. Of course,the adult. So my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother‘s painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like this my mother exerted every effort to give me love, but I returned her with a deep scar that was to stay with her all through my growth.
    My mother is a senior high school English teacher. Under standably, she wanted her daughter to pick up English early to give her an edge to later study, which I did not understand at the age of eight. I was so obsessed with fun and games that I hated to stay peacefully with all those strange phonetic symbols and odd words. I wondered what pleasure Mother seemed to have found in teaching me A,B, C. Wasn‘t teaching at school tire some enough for her? I went on strike, refusing to spell a single word no matter how tender or severe Mother tried to be with me. For the first time in my life, Mother beat me, imprinting on my mind. The physical pain was gone long, long ago. But I have finally come to understand how it pained my mother to beat me for my obstinacy and disobedience, and I ache at her pain.
    Mother never gave up evoking in me an interest in knowledge. She placed the most emphasis on my education and took the most pleasure in my gradual formation of self-discipline in preparing myself for future development. Thanks to her effort and influence, I have been doing well, not only in English, but also in my positive attitudes and conviction towards life.
    Now I am so grateful to my mother for everything she has taught me, but at that time it was far beyond my comprehension. As a little girl, I thought of my mother as meticulous and my father as a best playmate. I still remember I wrote in my elementary school a composition dedicated to my father about how he cared for me. Naturally Mother felt she was ignored, so I wrote another one for Mother, intending to tell her she was so good a teacher that she sometimes had only students on mind and neglected her daughter. Unexpectedly, Mother was gloomed and her eyes went wet. I am so sorry now for that affected composition. I am Mother‘s daughter, and I am Mother‘s student. I could never be neglected by Mother, because I am the forever scar on her body, the forever pain on her mind, yet the forever bliss in her life.
    I did not write much in the past about Mother‘s love for me. Today, this essay is for her, and for her only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude. I wish she could hear, I love you, Mother.
    當(dāng)我坐在桌子上，試著寫這篇文章，我發(fā)現(xiàn)很難把筆寫在紙上。凝望主題我特意為自己選擇了我的母親，我感到我母親20年的記憶突然變成了陰霾，我的眼睛模糊辨別過去，沒有高聳的，沒有燃燒，沒有什么特別令人印象深刻的還是不夠作為一個(gè)里程碑。陰霾漸漸散去，露出了一個(gè)友善的女人的形象。我想起了西雅圖電影<<睡不著的一條線。電臺(tái)女主人問山姆，你妻子有什么特別的嗎？他回答說，這是數(shù)以百萬計(jì)的小事情。是的，平凡的，平凡的，像不起眼的豆子，用愛編織成最壯觀的項(xiàng)鏈。我的母親是平凡的，但在我眼里她是特別的。
    我的母親生下了我特別難的勞動(dòng)。父親接到了一個(gè)緊急通知，并在成人和嬰兒之間作出選擇。當(dāng)然，成人。所以我來到這個(gè)世界是一個(gè)意想不到的財(cái)富，在母親的痛苦堅(jiān)持的代價(jià)。因此，我的20年開始，我的母親盡一切努力給我愛，但我回來了她的一個(gè)深深的傷痕，是留在她的所有我的成長(zhǎng)。
    我的母親是一位高中英語(yǔ)老師。根據(jù)standably，她希望她的女兒拿起英語(yǔ)早給她以后的學(xué)習(xí)優(yōu)勢(shì)，我沒有在八歲的時(shí)候認(rèn)識(shí)。我是如此癡迷于樂趣和游戲，我討厭安靜地與所有這些奇怪的語(yǔ)音符號(hào)和奇怪的話。我不知道在教我一個(gè)什么樣的快樂的母親，乙，在學(xué)校沒有教給她一些足夠的對(duì)她嗎？我繼續(xù)罷工，拒絕拼寫一個(gè)字，不管多么溫柔或嚴(yán)厲的母親試圖和我在一起。在我生命中第一次，母親打我，烙印在我的腦海里。身體的疼痛早就消失了，很久以前。但我終于理解如何痛苦，我媽媽給我打我的固執(zhí)和不服從，我疼她的疼痛。
    母親從不放棄喚起我對(duì)知識(shí)的興趣。她把重點(diǎn)放在我的教育上，并以我逐漸形成的自律，在為將來的發(fā)展做準(zhǔn)備時(shí)，我興的是。感謝她的努力和影響，我一直在做的好，不僅在英語(yǔ)，而且在我的積極的態(tài)度和信念，對(duì)生活。
    現(xiàn)在我很感激我的母親，她教我的一切，但在那個(gè)時(shí)候，它是遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)超出我的理解。作為一個(gè)小女孩，我想到了我的細(xì)致和我的父親母親是的玩伴。我還記得我在小學(xué)里寫的一個(gè)關(guān)于我父親的作文，他對(duì)我的關(guān)心。自然母親覺得她被忽略了，所以我寫了另一個(gè)給母親，打算告訴她她是如此好的一位老師，她有時(shí)只有學(xué)生的思想和忽視她的女兒。沒想到，母親gloomed她的眼睛濕潤(rùn)了。我現(xiàn)在很抱歉，因?yàn)槟莻€(gè)受影響的作文。我是母親的女兒，我是母親的學(xué)生。我永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)被母親所忽視，因?yàn)槲沂撬砩嫌肋h(yuǎn)的傷疤，她心中永遠(yuǎn)的痛苦，然而她生命中永遠(yuǎn)的幸福。
    我沒有寫太多關(guān)于母親對(duì)我的愛。今天，這篇文章是為了她，而她只是。我想讓她知道我的遺憾和感激。我希望她能聽到，我愛你，母親。