三八妇女节

春天已悄然走进我的身边，轻吻着我的脸颊，迈着欢快轻盈的步伐带着明媚的春光送来了母亲们的节日-----三八妇女节。

有人说，妇女节也是母亲节。

母亲是个很美丽的名字，她就像明媚的太阳，照亮我前进的步伐，我每迈出的一步，<莲>都会有母亲的付出和扶持，在我人生漫长的道路上，只有母亲会给我在荆棘的道路上加油鼓励。母亲像浩瀚无边的海洋，非常容易满足，即使一滴溪水她也会呵护备至的拥入怀中，她不贪图回报，那怕是一个电话，一个亲吻，一束鲜花，一个拥抱足以让天下的母亲感动的热泪盈眶，幸福一生。

母亲是个很坚强的名字，她就像一把雨伞，关爱我幼小的生命，无论是狂风骤雨的侵袭，烈日炎阳的肉虐，母亲无时不刻的给我挡住，用她那柔弱的身躯撑起那把老旧的伞柄，举起一片温馨的天空，让我在她的怀里小憩。当我成长起来回首观望，蓦然发现那把为我避风遮雨的伞以破碎，母亲的的身躯也已悄然佝偻。

母亲是个很惬意的名字，她就像一棵大树，让我在烈日下乘凉，冬日里遮风，她会把美丽摇曳的绿叶留给我当做春天的记忆，也会把秋风瑟冷的枯枝燃起熊熊烈火为我哄暖肢体。即便是剩下最后的一根躯干也会给我盖起坚实的楼栋。也许这颗大树就是我人生追求的最高支点，也许，这颗大树就是鞭策我人生的信条。

母亲是个很威严的名字，是我人生第一个老师，虽然他没有丰实的文化造诣，但有最根本的做人基础，从我第一次睁开眼睛，看到的是母亲甜蜜的微笑，从此以后我知道要感动世界就要学会微笑。当我第一次摔倒，得到的是母亲的鼓励和肯定，我艰难的爬起来，后来我明白，做人要自立、自强。就在我慢慢懂事以后，母亲告诉我说，做人不可坏良心，做人不可忘老本。

母亲是个很和睦的名字，因为天下慈母心，只有母亲才会有家庭的美满，邻里的和谐，母亲会帮助所有需要帮助的人，母亲也会被所有人的感动而感动，她会眼含热泪听完一场感人的事迹报告。也会实心实意的去履行一个女性最善良的宽容和包容。因为一个家庭里只有一个母亲，她却同时对丈夫和孩子甚至老人都要付出关爱和努力，与此同时却流逝了女人的青春和美丽年华。

母亲是个不熄的名字，她就像一堆篝火，永远温暖着我的家，把光亮和温暖无私的奉献给她身边每一个她所爱的人，不需要甜言蜜语，只要心心相印。就算是一缕轻风吹来，也会让母亲把全部的身心化作一片爱的海洋，滋润着我们这些年轻的生命。在温暖的篝火边我们可以尽情的歌唱尽兴的起舞。当我们被这爱感动的时候，母亲剩下的只有一片燃烧过后的灰烬。

爱无定式，大爱无疆。

有一种爱，不需要喧哗就会触动心弦，有一份情，不用描画也会感动人生。有一种美丽，却那么朴实无华却神圣伟大，这就是母爱-----漂泊游荡的心最终的港湾，离家远去的人永远的牵挂。

母爱比天高，母爱似海深。祝所有的母亲永远健康，愿天下的母亲一生幸福。

至此三八妇女节，做儿女敬奉您最美丽的祝福-------感谢母亲。

英语翻译：

Spring has quietly walked into my side, kissed my cheek lightly, and took a cheerful and light pace to bring the bright spring light to the mothers' holiday-Women's Day.

Some people say that Women’s Day is also Mother’s Day.

Mother is a very beautiful name. She is like the bright sun, illuminating my progress. Every step I take, "Lian" will have the support and support of my mother. On the long road of my life, only my mother will Give me encouragement on the thorny road. Mother is like a vast ocean, very easy to be satisfied. Even a drop of stream will embrace her with care and care. She is not greedy to give back, even if it is a phone call, a kiss, a bouquet of flowers, a hug enough to make the world a mother Moved tears filled my eyes, happy life.

Mother is a very strong name, she is like an umbrella, caring for my young life, whether it is the invasion of squalls and rains, the brutality of the scorching sun, my mother always keeps me in check, using her weak The body propped up the old umbrella handle, lifted up a warm sky, let me take a nap in her arms. When I grew up and looked back and watched, I suddenly found that the umbrella that sheltered me from wind and rain was broken, and my mother's body had also quietly creaked.

Mother is a very pleasant name. She is like a big tree that allows me to enjoy the cool in the scorching sun and shelter from the wind in winter. She will leave me with beautiful swaying green leaves as a memory of spring, and she will also wither the autumn wind. The branches ignited a raging fire to warm my limbs. Even the last remaining torso will build a solid building for me. Maybe this big tree is the highest fulcrum I pursue in life, maybe this big tree is the creed that spurs my life.

My mother is a very majestic name. She is the first teacher in my life. Although he has no rich cultural attainments, he has the most fundamental foundation of being a human being. From the first time I opened my eyes, I saw the sweet smile of my mother. From then on I knew that to move the world, I must learn to smile. When I fell for the first time, I got encouragement and affirmation from my mother. I struggled to get up. Later, I realized that I must be self-reliant and self-reliant. Just after I became sensible, my mother told me that you must not be a bad conscience and you must not forget your roots.

Mother is a very harmonious name. Because of the motherhood in the world, only the mother can have the happiness of the family and the harmony of the neighborhood. The mother will help all those in need, and the mother will be moved and moved by everyone. She will have tears in her eyes. After listening to a touching story report. It will also fulfill the kindest tolerance and tolerance of a woman sincerely. Because there is only one mother in a family, she has to care and work hard for her husband, children and even the elderly at the same time, while at the same time the youth and beauty of a woman have passed.

Mother is an unquenchable name. She is like a bonfire, always warming my home, dedicating light and warmth to everyone she loves around her selflessly, without sweet words, as long as the heart is in love. Even a gust of light breeze will allow mother to turn all body and mind into a sea of love, nourishing our young lives. By the warm bonfire, we can sing and dance as much as possible. When we were moved by this love, the only thing left for our mother was a piece of burnt ashes.

Love has no fixed formula, and love has no boundaries.

There is a kind of love that touches the heartstrings without making noise, and a love that touches life without drawing. There is a kind of beauty, but so unpretentious but sacred and great, this is maternal love-----the ultimate harbor of wandering hearts, and the