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MyMother(350字)作文

MyMother(350字)作文 精选作文:MyMother(350字)作文   My mother has been playing an important role in my life since I was born. She always nags and does housework non-stop since I can remember. Now she is forty eight years old and she just passed her forty eighth birthday a few days ago; her birthday is the eighteenth of January. She is a hard-working, caring, and careful woman but she is a pessimist. She has grey hair a sign of her aging process. So she always asks me to help her colour her hair. Sometimes she tells us some jokes or she thinks she is speaking in a funny way but we do not think so. Maybe she has an unusual sense of humour. She always worries about me because she does not think that I can manage my life well so sometimes I will argue with her because of her meaningless worry. Now I have a better understanding of her love for me, although she always shows it in an unpleasant way. She always sacrifices her own desires to satisfy ours. For example, she cannot eat eggs and some foods but she still cook such dishes for us. Lastly, I want to say “I love you, mum!”. 篇一:my mother作文 quot;Long, long ago, there was an island in the distant sea,where lived a fairy who was said be able to make a child lovely and bright. One day, ...quot; As the story went on, MumPs voice grew fainter and fainter, when she gently looked down at me.Then a melodious song came into my ear as if music made by the angels flying in the faraway sky. Gradually, Mom#39;s smile dimmed, and her glittering eyes were just like the brightest stars on the dark blue curtain of night... Countless nights had passed in this way during my infancy. In my naive heart, Mother#39;s voice was deeper and softer than the nightingale. Even now I still remember quite clearly that cradlesong she used to sing before I fell asleep. Those old melodies still sound so good to me, as they melt the years away.To m

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