Question

[꧁༺J҉E҈҈F҉҉F҉҉ T҉҉H҉҉E҈҈ K҉҉I҉҉L҉҉L҉...]

hãy viết một bài văn tả về mẹ bằng tiếng anh nha mình cần gấp !!!

Answer 1

[ph@m tLJấn tLJ]

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I love my mother a lot and I know she does so. My mom is no spring chicken, but she is slim and very attractive. She has a straight nose and a small mouth which both make her become a charming woman every now and then. Mother is always one to whom I hurry when I am troubled. 
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Answer 2

[Nghiêm Hoàng Sơn]

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Every Sunday, my mother often cooks a delicious dish for the whole family to enjoy. Helping my mother in the kitchen, I can watch her while she cooks.

My mother is young, only thirty-five years old. Today, my mother is wearing a very pretty light pink short dress. Mom's hair is tied up, tied up in a mesh clip with a black bow. A curl of wavy sideburns next to her mother's hair makes her more charming. Mom washed her hands and started cooking.

First, the mother cut the meat into small pieces the size of a chessboard and then marinated the spices to absorb. The mother's slender hands peel, cut, and trim vegetables into flower and butterfly shapes. Mom stewed the meat first, then made the ketchup. Mother's cheeks were pink from the heat of the kitchen. Mom's eyes are bright and happy. Mom smiled, as bright as a flower, told her: "This afternoon, I ate ragu bread, a Vietnamese-made Western dish."

Mom made it while explaining to me how to marinate meat. While waiting for the casserole to soften, she helped her mother pick up raw vegetables. Each leaf is small after being soaked in vegetable washing water. Wash the vegetables with clean water thoroughly, my mother turned the vegetables to dry the water and then told her to set the table. The meat on the stove was tender, the aroma was very attractive. Mother seasoned and nodded: "Stew with vegetables is just enough."

Her mother's hand wok ketchup into the meat, her eyes watched the tomato scum float to the surface of the stew. When the pot of meat was boiling, my mother put in the vegetables and told me: "You just put the bowl and bread and that's it." Mom turned down the heat to bring the ragu to a gentle boil and put the raw vegetables on a plate. The plate of vegetables is beautifully displayed like a blue flower whose pistil is the bluish-white color of a cucumber. Mom inspected the ragu, rolled up a piece of potato, and turned off the stove.

The food that my mother cooks is scooped out into a bowl to wait for the whole family. I went up to the house to invite my grandfather and father to lunch. Ragu's mother cooks really well. Mom is a good cook. A warm, joyful family meal is the happiness of the whole family. My mother is a good cook, so my whole family prefers to eat food cooked by her over eating at a restaurant.

Sometimes, in order for my mother to have time to walk the streets and rest, my father suggested that the whole family eat at a restaurant one day. Mom happily agrees and often chooses strange dishes to learn how to cook. My mother loves to cook. I am very proud of my mother's cooking skills. Every day, listening to my mother's advice, when I grow up, I will try to cook as good as my mother.