I’ve loved my mother’s desk sinc

   I’ve loved my mother’s desk since I was just tall enough to see the top of it. When mother wrote letters, I stood by her chair locking at the ink bottle, the pens and the white paper. Since then, I felt that writing must be the most wonderful thing in the world and decided to do some work about writing.
   As a young girl, I expected heart-to-heart talks between mother and daughter. It never happened. So there were disagreements even arguments between us. As years went by, I had my own family, I got to understand my mother and thanked her for our happy family.  I wrote to her in careful words because I hoped that she could forgiveme and had not been angry with me. I posted the letter and waited for her answer. None came. My hope turned to disappointment, and then it seemed that nothing happened. I couldn’t be sure the letter had ever got to mother.
Years later, during her final illness, mother kept different things for my sister and brother. “But the desk,” she said, “is for Elizabeth.” The present of her told me that she was pleased that writing was my chosen work. I cleaned the desk carefully and found some paper inside—a photo of my father and a one-page letter I wrote which she had read many times. I knew she loved me. Even if she didn’t reply to my letter, she made me know her love instead of words.

結果 (中文) 1:

我爱我的母亲的书桌刚好够高可以看到它的顶部的了。当母亲写了封信时，我站在她的椅子上锁定在墨水瓶、 钢笔和白皮书。从那时起，我觉得写作一定是世界上最美妙的事情，并决定做一些关于写作的工作。作为一个年轻的女孩，我想到母亲和女儿之间的谈心。它从未发生过。所以我们之间有分歧甚至论据。随着岁月的流逝，我有我自己的家庭，我要明白我的母亲，感谢她为我们幸福的家庭。我给她写了小心的话因为我希望她能 forgiveme 并没有生我的气。我把这封信，等待她的回答。但是却没有。我的希望变成了失望，，然后就好像什么都没有发生。我不能肯定过一到母亲那封信了。年后，在母亲弥留之际，母亲保持不同的事情，为我的妹妹和弟弟。"但桌子，"她说，"是为伊丽莎白。现在的她告诉我，她很高兴，写作是我选择的工作。我仔细地清理桌子，发现一些纸里面 — — 我的父亲和我写给她已经读了很多遍的一页信的照片。我知道她爱我。即使她没有回我的信，她让我知道她的爱而不是单词。

結果 (中文) 3:

我爱我的母亲  台以来，我恰好可以看见它的顶部。当母亲写信时，我站在她椅子上，锁在墨水瓶，钢笔和白纸上。从那时起，我觉得写作一定是世界上最美妙的事情，决定做一些工作，写作。
  作为一个年轻的女孩，我希望母女之间的倾心谈话。它从未发生过。所以我们之间有分歧甚至争论。随着岁月的流逝，我有我自己的家庭，我明白了我的母亲，感谢她为我们幸福的家庭。 我写信给她小心的话，因为我希望她能原谅我，没有生我的气。我贴了这封信，等待她的答复。没有来。我的希望变成了失望，似乎什么事都没有发生。我不能肯定这封信是有过母亲的。几年后，在她最后的病中，母亲为我的姐姐和弟弟做了不同的事情。“可是桌子，”她说，“是给伊丽莎白的，”她告诉我说，她很高兴这是我所选的作品。我仔细清理了书桌，发现了一些文件inside-a照片我父亲和我写的一一页的信，她读过很多次。我知道她爱我。即使她没有回复我的信，她让我知道了她的爱，而不是说。