关于母亲的英语作文

A Mother

She is a 95-year-old mother, nameless.

At the first sight of her, the thing that will easily come into your mind is a dried poplar tree in the desert, everywhere on her asserting the ruthless carvings of time: A head of silver white hair sparsely remains upon her wrinkled forehead, eyes small and deep-set. Her hands, crawled with spots and calluses, are as rough as the pine bark; they are bony, yet disproportionately large. Her back, so strikingly bent and arched, silently bears the burden that life has imposed on her. With vitality and strength drained by years of hardships, she can only rely on a stick to support her frail and skeletal body.

She lived in a shabby small house with her 58-year old son. For 19 years, she would come to the bed where her son lies, putting a handkerchief under his mouth, and then carefully feeding a spoon of porridge to him with her slightly quivering hand. When her son mechanically opens his mouth, she will seize the chance to rip a piece of bread for him. After finishing the meal, she will contentedly smile to her son, with her cheek rumpled together. She does that because her son was paralyzed 19 years ago with schizophrenia. In order not to add burden to her other children who had already lived on government subsidy, she took the responsibility to take care of her son. Thus, everyday, she gets up at about five, cooking, changing and washing diapers for him, and then bathing, feeding him; at the end of the day, she can only go to bed after her son sleeps. She tries her best to make him clean and comfortable. Some people once advised her to send him to the welfare home, but she refused. She often murmurs to her son, “so long as you are alive, I will not die.”

Even though she lives under such a poor condition, she has principles to adhere to in receiving aids from others. An entrepreneur in Shanghai, moved by her story, decided to donate 100,000RMB to her and her son, who lived on the basic living allowance of only 400 a month. However, she gratefully refused, without a second thought. Even when she does accept others’ bits of kindness, she will hospitably treat them with a nice meal or send them local specialties that she can afford to express her gratitude. She often mumbles, “We’ve received enough from the government. There is no need to give us more. It’s nothing for me to look after my son; after all, he is my son.”

To her, her son is the only strength that keeps her going, the sole meaning for her life, as well as the deepest concern in her heart.

Again, with her gaunt and bent body, her image as a withered but still standing poplar tree brightens before my eyes.