急求一篇英语演讲稿关于我的妈妈

Mother's love looks like long rivers. It tranquil, slightly pan-ripples; Under water it limpid, can see the pebbles; It is gentle, delivers me to lead the way slowly. Records events the start from me, I am mother “the small tail”. When I write the writing brush word-time, she stands observes silently, careful instruction, when I learn to play the ball piano, she calmly appreciates in one side, earnest review, when I study jumps the Latin dance, mother in one side carefully estimates, critically punctuates devotedly ......I knew that mother's each few words, each look is fermenting delightfully “the love”. In the life, mother looks after in every possible way to me, always does not give up lets me receive a wee bit grievance. Remembered that a one day of morning, mother says noon on the unit possibly to have the matter, could not go home to me to make the food, but noon I to mother on the unit, actually did not see mother's form, I almost was anxious have cried. Afterward