不知从哪说起母亲对我的爱，也不知一篇文章能否述说完母亲对我的爱。但有一点我是明白的，墙上由低到高，深深浅浅的划痕就是我的成长足迹，也记录了母亲对我的爱。
I don't know where to talk about mother's love for me, and I don't know if an article can tell about mother's love for me. But one thing I understand is that the deep and shallow scratches on the wall from low to high are my growth footprints and also record my mother's love for me.
从我有一米四时，妈妈便开始记录我的身高，随着年龄的增长，我也越长越高了，从一米四一下子窜到了一米六几。她高兴了好久，也更爱给我量身高了。
Since I had one meter four, my mother began to record my height. As I grew older and taller, I jumped from one meter four to one meter six. She has been happy for a long time, and she loves to measure my height even more.
上了初中，我也有些不耐烦了，总觉得妈妈是多此一举。
In junior high school, I'm also a little impatient. I always feel that my mother does more than that.
一天中午，我回到家，一打开门便是妈妈的笑脸，他站在门口迎接我回家。她说：“现在你看起来怎么又长高了？来来来，过来量量身高！”妈妈理理我的衣领，扯扯我的衣角，拍拍我身上的灰，正要捋捋我倔强的短发时，我将头微微一偏，不留痕迹的推开她的手，她果然没有发现，兴奋得象个孩子一般把我推到墙边，我不高兴的扭开，皱着眉头不耐烦地说：“有什么好量的，管它有多高。”妈妈假装生气：“把腰直起来，别弓得像个虾米！”我直直身板，不爽地走到客厅坐下…。
One day at noon, when I came home, it was my mother's smiling face when I opened the door. He stood at the door to welcome me home. She said, "now how do you look tall again? Come and measure your height! " My mother took care of my collar, pulled my corners, patted the ashes on me, and was about to stroke my stubbornly short hair. When I turned my head slightly and pushed her hand away without leaving any trace, she didn't find out. She was so excited that she pushed me to the wall like a child. I turned away unhappily, frowned and said impatiently, "no matter how high it is." Mother pretended to be angry: "straighten up your waist, don't bow like a shrimp!" I went straight to the living room and sat down.
“过来！我看你也没多高，比你爸差一截呢！怎么，不敢量啊？”妈妈用激将法激我，我中招了，虽然不情愿，但她拿老爸比我，我不服地“哼”了一声，窜到老量我身高的墙角，双脚一蹬，挺直腰板，抬头平视前方…。她又笑了，用一把三角尺比着我的头顶，形成一个直角，只见妈妈昂着头，慢慢踮起脚尖，咬着嘴唇，眯着眼睛瞄了瞄，找准了参照点。“嗯，又高了一厘米！”她满意地在墙上划上一道深深的划痕。妈妈的脚后跟放心的慢慢着地，拍拍我，说：“长大了，原来才到我肩膀，现在高了我半个头了！”我稍稍低头看了看妈妈，她脸上的笑浓了不少。
Come here! I don't think you're too tall. You're a little taller than your father! How, dare not measure it? " My mother used the aggressive method to excite me. I got the move. Although she didn't want to, she compared me with her father. I was not satisfied and "hum". I jumped to the corner of the wall where my height was measured. I stepped on my feet, straightened my back and looked straight ahead. She smiled again, and compared my head with a triangle ruler to form a right angle. She saw her mother holding her head high, tiptoeing slowly, biting her lips, squinting and aiming, and finding the reference point. "Well, another centimeter high!" She contentedly scratched a deep scratch on the wall. My mother's heel touched me slowly and reassuringly, and said, "I've grown up, and it's only my shoulder. Now I'm half taller!" I looked down at my mother a little. She had a lot of smile on her face.
一刹那，我的心猛的一颤，我差一点扭掉妈妈的快乐，心中涌起一股不舒服的滋味。我已经比妈妈高了那么多，可是，我发现自己并没有长大啊！
For a moment, my heart suddenly trembled, I almost twisted away my mother's happiness, and an uncomfortable feeling welled up in my heart. I've been so much taller than my mother, but I found I didn't grow up!
我现在有一米六五了，比妈妈高了一个头，她总是那么骄傲、那么欣慰地关注着我的身高。
I'm one meter six five now, a head taller than my mother. She always pays attention to my height so proudly and happily.
妈妈常说：“你长那么高，是我一生第一个成功！”那一刻，妈妈是那么高大，她在我心中又树起来一个新的高度！
Mother often said: "you are so tall, it is the first success in my life!" At that moment, my mother is so tall, she has a new height in my heart!
