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“没事!”这是母亲的口头语,但我觉得,这是借口——爱的借口。然而她的一个个借口,总是让我心存感激。灯下的温暖在锅碗瓢盆的碰撞声中起床,在婉转悠扬的歌曲声中睡去,这便是我的一天。而母亲呢?每天迎来第一缕阳光,送走最后一抹夕阳,还要“恭候”皎洁的月亮。每天我在灿烂的阳光中起床后,总有做好的饭等我;每天,脱下的臭袜子第二天总会整洁地放在我的枕头边,睡前凌乱的书包第二天清早总能变得很整齐。随
“Nothing! ” This is the mother’s spoken language, but I think this is an excuse - love excuse. However, one of her excuses, always make me feel grateful. The warmth of the lamp in the pots and pits in the collision sound to wake up, melodious song sound sleep, this is my day. And the mother? Every day usher in the first ray of sunshine, send the last touch of the sunset, but also “waiting ” bright and clear moon. Every day I get up in the bright sunshine, there is always a good meal waiting for me; every day, take off the smelly socks next day always neatly placed on my pillow, messy schoolbag before going to bed early the next morning Can become very neat. With