关于偶像的英语演讲稿 篇12

　　My idol is not the teacher nor tireless in teaching others, worship the renowned star light, but my mother has been bred.

　　I remember when I was a child, I was born sick. I closed my eyes, quietly on the bed rest. Sometimes my brow, and breathing heavily, the pain of torture made her lose vitality. Mother saw my face pale without a trace of blood, an_ious in mind, and finally, my mother made up her mind to take me to the doctor.

　　Mom called me from the bed, so I got up and struggled to sit up in bed, pale face was contorted with pain, thin sweat oozed from his forehead, as if every move is great torment. Get out of bed, my mother took me out to the bus station, I saw neither fast nor slow to move forward, and her mother an_ious to go, I fear that the disease was delayed. We just got on the bus. Unfortunately, God changed his face and it began to rain cats and dogs. As if the broken line of pearls fell down one by one. There were two people in the car, one of whom was drenched through the side window, and the other was affected a bit. The mother took the bag towel wipe, then hesitated, because if she chooses to let me sit in the wet chair, and he sat ne_t to the position, is impossible, I'm afraid no mother will do it. But if Mom chooses to keep our mother and daughter standing, I can't stand even when I'm sick, let alone the rickety car! My mother sat bravely in the drenched position, letting me sit ne_t to her and blocking my rain with a huge body. This time I go, unaware. It's raining harder and harder as if to drown the world. My mother shivered, but I didn't look at it. The young I begin to cry, the mother said: “ a mother, I want to change my seat with you, I want to see the scenery. &rdquo: I looked at my mother with innocent eyes, but my mother shook her head resolutely, without hesitation. I pursed a small mouth, lit the sulk. To the hospital, we got off the bus, I stared at my mother with resentment eyes, but saw the mother's right has been wet, I suddenly tears, hugged her mother said: “ I'm sorry, mom, I never so headstrong ”. Mom said, "&ldquo, it doesn't matter. You're sick. I can't let you get wet in the rain, &rdquo.";. Say and smile.

　　Mother's love for me is so holy, so noble, so selfless. Isn't that enough to be my idol?