Bài văn về mẹ được 9.5/11 điểm"Toni

Bài văn về mẹ được 9.5/11 điểm
"Tonight I sleep the round
She is the lifetime of the wind. "
In this life, who would not have grown up in the arms of mother, to hear the deal ru Au of sweet, anyone would not dream pharmaceutical sinking into her hand in the cool wind fans every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by her children, one life for me like mother, one sweet fleshy ready to share with their children as mothers.

For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the most indebted in the world. I have often thought that my mother's not pretty. Not so nice because there is no white water, kindly round face or sparkling eyes ... but she only thin face, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life imprinted on the corner of his eye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the beauty of wisdom. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the stance of a leader, people thought she was cold and stern. there are times when I thought so. but when she sat, her hand lovingly stroked my hair, all that in mind melted away. I have the feeling lightheadedness, anxiety, especially, feel like I have never received so much love. It looks like a dotted line intensity transmitted through her hands deep into my heart, eye, lips affectionately, the sweet smile ... through all of the mother. that love is only when people close to her long to feel fine. From small to big, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a granted.

In the eyes of a child, my mother was born to take care of children. I never ask the question: Why did she accept the unconditional sacrifice for you? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think she was too much, so ... evil. How many times, my mother scolded me, I cried. Crying because of frustrations, but where crying bitterly regret. Then one time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I became very, pulling even the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why are so worth that! This is the secret of the child, the mother has no right to. Very bad mother, I do not need you anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But she is not only silent, pale cheeks, eyes brimming Edges. There is something that I could not look straight into her eyes.

Free man do I think eventually fell asleep. In my dream film, I felt like a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulling my blanket. Yes I am looking forward to feeling it, feeling sweet loving. I was absorbed in his moments of tenderness, fixed, closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever ahead into nothingness and we just added a new reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt back home that gloomy world. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I ventured, asked him whether she was going. My father said she was ill, was hospitalized a week. Feeling sad reigned the minds of my little. Mother in hospital and who will cook, wash one, who confided to me? I regret too, just because the anger that had broken the welfare of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage that mother's smile so lonely that. Every meal I have to eat outside, no one took her mother cooked my favorite. Oh how I remember the boiled vegetables, casseroles are the mother.

After a week, she returned home, I was the first to greet her. I just found out, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: "I'm sorry baby, she should not see the secret. The mother ... I forgive you, my son. "I choked emotion, tears wet. I just wanted to say: "Mom in human error, at the damage, all in children only. ". But why these words so hard to say. I hugged her, crying a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her mother to give any importance. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother to cook many delicious dishes OI. He does the dishes must be higher to nothing. Only a popular meal time but filled with the same conviction infinite love of the mother. My father as the young birds receive every drop of sweet loving mother. These meals do not have any mother, my father worked a process server dated each other up. Mother was washing, sweeping out the house ... how hard is all. Mother took me all but I have not anything to repay her. Even words of love I've never said never. How many times have I toss and turn, work up the courage to talk to me but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, your kids are older now and then, I see love you, need you to know how. You have to love, listen to her. When you make a mistake, prompted stern mother,'m not angry anymore, I just bowed apologized and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, you are often told her mother to be comforted by the hand to share affection, gentle eyes. She is not only the mother of the child tha

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Hai văn về mẹ được 9,5/11 điểm"Tối nay tôi ngủ trong vòngCô ấy là tuổi thọ của gió. "Trong cuộc sống này, người nào không có lớn lên trong vòng tay của mẹ, để nghe thỏa thuận ru Au của ngọt, bất cứ ai sẽ không mơ ước dược chìm vào tay của cô trong những người hâm mộ gió mát mỗi buổi chiều mùa hè sultry. Và trong cuộc sống này, một tình yêu của trẻ em của cô, một cuộc sống cho tôi như người mẹ, một ngọt thịt sẵn sàng chia sẻ với con cái của họ như là các bà mẹ.Đối với tôi cũng vậy, cô là quan tâm nhất trong tôi và những người tôi yêu thương và mang ơn nhất trên thế giới. Tôi đã thường nghĩ rằng mẹ của không đẹp. Không phải như vậy tốt đẹp bởi vì không có nước trắng, khuôn mặt tròn nên hay lấp lánh đôi mắt... nhưng cô chỉ mỏng khuôn mặt tanned, trán cao, những nếp nhăn ở tuổi 40, của bao lo âu trong cuộc sống in dấu trên các góc của mắt của mình. Nhưng cha tôi nói với cô ấy đẹp hơn những phụ nữ khác trong vẻ đẹp của sự khôn ngoan. Vâng, mẹ tôi là thông minh, nhanh nhẹn, tháo vát rất. Trên lập trường của một nhà lãnh đạo, mọi người nghĩ rằng cô ấy là lạnh lùng và nghiêm khắc. có những lần khi tôi nghĩ như vậy. nhưng khi cô ngồi, tay cô yêu thương vuốt ve mái tóc của tôi, tất cả những gì trong tâm trí tan đi. Tôi có cảm giác mẫn, lo âu, đặc biệt là, cảm thấy như tôi đã không bao giờ nhận được quá nhiều tình yêu. Nó trông giống như một cường độ dòng rải rác truyền qua bàn tay của cô sâu vào trái tim, mắt, môi trìu mến, nụ cười ngọt ngào... qua tất cả các bà mẹ. tình yêu đó là chỉ khi mọi người gần gũi với cô long để cảm thấy tốt. Từ nhỏ đến lớn, tôi nhận được tình yêu vô hạn của mẹ như một món quà, một được cấp.Trong con mắt của một đứa trẻ, mẹ tôi được sinh ra để chăm sóc trẻ em. Tôi không bao giờ đặt câu hỏi: tại sao cô ấy đã chấp nhận hy sinh vô điều kiện cho bạn. Mẹ tốt, rất tốt với tôi nhưng đôi khi tôi nghĩ rằng cô ấy là quá nhiều, vì vậy... ác. Bao nhiêu lần, mẹ tôi scolded tôi, tôi khóc. Khóc vì thất vọng, nhưng mà cay đắng khóc rất tiếc. Sau đó, một thời gian... Tôi trở về nhà từ trường học, mẹ tôi đọc Nhật ký của cô bị đánh cắp. Tôi đã trở thành rất, kéo thậm chí Nhật ký từ tay của mình và hét lên: "tại sao có như vậy giá trị mà! Đây là những bí mật của con, mẹ không có quyền. Mẹ rất xấu, tôi không cần anh nữa! "Chỉ cần nghĩ tôi sẽ ăn một cái tát đau đớn. Nhưng cô ấy không chỉ im lặng, màu má, con mắt tràn ngập cạnh. Đó là một cái gì đó mà tôi có thể không nhìn thẳng vào đôi mắt của cô.Free man do I think eventually fell asleep. In my dream film, I felt like a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulling my blanket. Yes I am looking forward to feeling it, feeling sweet loving. I was absorbed in his moments of tenderness, fixed, closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever ahead into nothingness and we just added a new reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt back home that gloomy world. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I ventured, asked him whether she was going. My father said she was ill, was hospitalized a week. Feeling sad reigned the minds of my little. Mother in hospital and who will cook, wash one, who confided to me? I regret too, just because the anger that had broken the welfare of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage that mother's smile so lonely that. Every meal I have to eat outside, no one took her mother cooked my favorite. Oh how I remember the boiled vegetables, casseroles are the mother.After a week, she returned home, I was the first to greet her. I just found out, she ran to hug me. Mother cried, saying: "I'm sorry baby, she should not see the secret. The mother ... I forgive you, my son. "I choked emotion, tears wet. I just wanted to say: "Mom in human error, at the damage, all in children only. ". But why these words so hard to say. I hugged her, crying a lot. Alas! After a week I saw her mother to give any importance. Every day, parents busy with work that has stars like magic. Early morning, when he was dark, she was worried meals for your father. Then at the mother to cook many delicious dishes OI. He does the dishes must be higher to nothing. Only a popular meal time but filled with the same conviction infinite love of the mother. My father as the young birds receive every drop of sweet loving mother. These meals do not have any mother, my father worked a process server dated each other up. Mother was washing, sweeping out the house ... how hard is all. Mother took me all but I have not anything to repay her. Even words of love I've never said never. How many times have I toss and turn, work up the courage to talk to me but then only, just wanted to say: Mom, your kids are older now and then, I see love you, need you to know how. You have to love, listen to her. When you make a mistake, prompted stern mother,'m not angry anymore, I just bowed apologized and promised never again commit. When happy or sad, you are often told her mother to be comforted by the hand to share affection, gentle eyes. She is not only the mother of the child tha