跪求翻译胡适的《我的母亲》这篇文章

My mother

When the crack of dawn every day, put my mother woke me and told me to get dressed and sit up. I never knew how long she sat woke up, and she looked at me awake, and they told me that yesterday I did something wrong, something wrong, then apologize to me,

Wanted me to study hard, and sometimes her father said to me the benefits, she said: "You always have to step foot on your father's feet. I only know of the life of a complete person, you have to learn from him, or he will not shares "(shares that is shameful or ugly letters of appointment) she said the sad, often to tears, to the big out, she only then put on my clothes and pushing me to go on early learning. Key on the door on the school house, Mr.; I went to school I looked the door, then went home and went to knock on the door, Mr.. Some people at home, Mr. keys handed out from under the door, I took running back, opened the door, sit down and read books of Health, ten days among the total eight or nine days I was the first to open the school door. Wait until the President came back raw book I only go home to eat breakfast.

I bundle my strict mother, she is a loving mother act as strict father. But she was never called me a front of others,

Hit me hard. I have done something wrong, she just told me I looked, I saw her stern look, then frightened, guilty of something small, she wait until the next morning when I woke up, and teach me. Guilty of something big, when she and others quiet, shut the door,

I first blamed, then underwent a fine, or kneeling, or twist my flesh, regardless of income like heavy penalties, the total would not let me Kuchu voice,

Her son learned not to blow off steam and tell others to hear.

One early autumn evening, I ate dinner at the door to play, who was wearing only a single vest, when my mother's sister, Hou Yu-ying, who lives in my aunt, she was afraid of me cold, and took out a small shirt called I put on. I am not willing to wear, she said: "Put it, cool." I casually replied: "Mother (cool) What! I do not I ah."

I just said this sentence, looked up and saw the mother kind of out from home, I quickly put the small shirt. But she has heard the words of a light sentence. Are quiet at night, she fine on my knees, heavy punishment the meal. She said: "You did not the father, how proud of that! Easy to use for the mouth!" She sat shivering gas, but also allow me to sleep on the celebration. This is my strict teacher, and my mother. Treat my mother like the most merciful, the most moderate, never hurt the feelings of a word; but she is also useful sometimes just gas, that personality is not an insult. Wushu is not my family is the industry's Ronin,

Smoke shop one day complaining that my mother something to ask someone for help at home, about what the total benefits to him.

This remark reached the ears mixed my mother, she cried with anger, make a few capitalists to put Wushu call, she asked him to someone face to face what is good. Until Wushu apologize publicly admit that she did give up. I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years, suffered a profound impact on her greatly. I was fourteen years old (in fact, only twelve Linger, three months)

Left her, in the expansive sea of poker mixed with twenty years of independence, no one bundle me. If I had a shred of good temper, learning, and if I learned the gas a little bit of interaction with others, if I can forgive, to forgive - and I have to thank my loving mother.