My Mother in My Eyes.doc

[英语写作3班]
My Mother in My Eyes
Name: Qin Danli(覃丹丽) Student Number:2009800449

Undoubtedly, ever since I was born, I’ve been closely bound up with a highly important person, a woman I call dear mom. Most of the time, actually, such vivid words like dear, darling or something like that aren’t directly used to name my mom; it is somewhat in deed more than I can tell.
My mother tends to be an ordinary woman; nevertheless, she is the very special one in my eyes. She is nearly 1.6 meters tall, and in her face are located two black and bright eyes, a high frame nose and a moderate mouth. Having no fair skin, she possesses a good slim figure that thousands of women dream of. Inheriting her characteristics, I can clearly remember people who know me or only get acquainted with her in my hometown, when coming across me myself, are shocked to discover my appearance that much similar to my mother’s, especially part of my eyes, nose and mouth. Interesting and funny, I never deem so. Every time I pick one picture of my mother’s, over and over make comparisons between hers and mine, only to find nothing in common. All I can explain about such a phenomenon, perhaps, is the onlookers are those who see most clearly.
Thinking back my childhood, mother was always strict with me, totally distinguished from my father’s. Once doing something wrong or not as what she expected, only blame or punishment was bestowed. Afraid of her, I was often filled with nervousness. Later I boarded to study in a middle school while she got to work outside far away from home. And seldom did I hear from her over that period. Not receiving enough care and love from a mother, more than once, as a little kid, I considered her a terrible mother. With misunderstanding of her, there came a number of quarrels and conflicts between her and me when I grew much older. However, I was too innocent then,
Stubborn and persistent, what she wants seems to be everyone’s respect and obedience, as is apt to me. Being two contradictions, we didn’t be on well with each other the time I was in high school. Even so, something is doomed to change little by little beyond my expectations. It was the last year, the most crucial year as well over the twelve-year-learning career in most people’s mind. In order to better look after me, she came back home and worked at my aunt’s factory. It was during the days that I found she was beside me, so close to me. Every two days of every week, regardless of bad weather, she would come to my school, bring me some delicious and nutrient food and do what she can for me, never putting pressure on my study. I know deeply in my heart that her love and concern is the biggest encouragement to me.
As is known to me, nothing can be done to help slow down the increase of her ages and resist the spread of wrinkles on mother’s face. But I want to be her good girl, and show her my care and love just like she does.