我愿化作一滴淚，滑過你的臉頰；我愿化作一陣風，藏在你的發(fā)間；我愿化作一抹空氣，握在你的手心。在這個溫暖而美好的季節(jié)，提一籃春光，我只祈求，祈求您的一抹微笑，只一抹，足以讓我徹夜難眠。

I would like to turn into a tear, slip your cheek; I would like to turn into a gust of wind, hide in your hair; I would like to turn into a touch of air, hold in your palm. In this warm and beautiful season, when I bring a basket of spring light, I just pray for your smile, just a wipe, enough to make me sleepless all night.

傳說媽媽是上帝創(chuàng)造，他將精氣注入泥土，于是，泥土有了完美的曲線，美妙的身姿，有了強健的身體，有了戰(zhàn)勝挫折的信念。當?shù)谝坏螠I滑過面頰，媽媽就像天使一般降臨人間，帶來了母性的光輝和偉大的愛。

It's said that mother is created by God. He infuses the essence into the earth, so the earth has a perfect curve, a wonderful posture, a strong body and a belief in overcoming setbacks. When the first tear slipped across the cheek, mother came to the world like an angel, bringing the brilliance of motherhood and great love.

媽媽，多么溫暖的字眼，雙唇輕輕觸碰，氣流迸發(fā)而出，那是用盡生命的力量喚出的字眼。輕輕撫過您的面頰，輕輕吻上您的額頭，輕輕地，感受您無私的愛。母親是生命的源泉，古有孟母三遷，為了給孩子創(chuàng)造一個好的成長環(huán)境，她不辭勞苦?！按饶甘种芯€，游子身上衣，臨行密密縫，意恐遲遲歸。”兒行千里母擔憂，，手指劃過衣領(lǐng)袖口，那一針針凸起的線行，就像母親滿是老繭的手，溫度自指間傳來，直達心底。

Mother, how warm words, lips touch gently, air burst out, it is the words of life. Touch your cheek, kiss your forehead, and feel your selfless love. Mother is the source of life. In ancient times, Meng and his mother moved three times. In order to create a good environment for children's growth, she worked hard. "The thread in the mother's hand and the coat of the wanderer are sewn tightly before leaving, so I'm afraid that I will come back later." The mother was worried about her children's life. Her fingers crossed the collar and cuffs. The lines raised by the needle were like the calluses of her mother's hands. The temperature came from her fingers and reached the bottom of her heart.

今天，無數(shù)的媽媽亦是如此，停筆凝神，我們在考場上奮筆疾書，她門在門外焦急等待，此時此刻，不知媽媽們是否能感覺得到，我們正在描繪她們，用最美好的文字，描繪美好的她們。母親是生命的源泉，長江兩岸，黃河源頭，廣闊的平原，花在盛開，樹在結(jié)果，走在人生的路上，到處都有媽媽的身影，到處都散發(fā)著媽媽的體香。她用自己的身體孕育生命，她用自己甘甜的乳汁哺育生命，她在用自己的生命創(chuàng)造生命。

Today, countless mothers are the same. Stop writing and concentrate. We are writing hard in the examination room. She is waiting outside the door anxiously. At this moment, I don't know if mothers can feel it. We are describing them with the best words. Mother is the source of life, on both sides of the Yangtze River, the source of the Yellow River, the vast plain, flowers in full bloom, trees in the results, walking on the road of life, there are mother's figures everywhere, everywhere exuding her body fragrance. She breeds life with her body, feeds life with her sweet milk, and creates life with her life.

我愿化作一滴淚，滑過你的臉頰；我愿化作一陣風，藏在你的發(fā)間；我愿化作一抹空氣，握在你的手心。我只想一直陪著您。在這個溫暖的季節(jié)，空氣也微甜得發(fā)了酵，提一籃春光，我虔誠地伏在您的腳邊，親吻您，祈求您的一抹微笑，只一抹，足以讓我勇敢前行……

I would like to turn into a tear, slip your cheek; I would like to turn into a gust of wind, hide in your hair; I would like to turn into a touch of air, hold in your palm. I just want to be with you all the time. In this warm season, the air is also slightly sweet and leavened. When I bring a basket of spring light, I sincerely lie at your feet, kiss you, and pray for a smile from you. Only one touch is enough for me to march forward bravely