去年冬天,妈妈为我做了一件棉袄。那时天气很冷,虽然还没有下雪,但是街道上的空气已经又冷又硬。我每天都穿着秋衣、毛裤,把自己裹得严严实实。即使是这样,一阵冷风吹过,我还是被冻得直打哆嗦。妈妈看在眼里,疼在心里。她就去街上扯了几尺布称了几斤上好的棉花,准备给我缝一件厚实的棉袄。 Last winter, my mother made a jacket for me. The weather was cold and the snow on the streets was cold and hard, though not yet snowing. Every day I wear autumn clothes, pants, wrapped myself tightly. Even so, a cold wind blowing, I was still cold and shivering. Mom looks in the eyes, hurts in my heart. She went to the streets pulled a few feet cloth said a few pounds of good cotton, ready to sew me a thick jacket.