早上,我背着书包,站在熟悉的院子里,习惯地转过身去仰望阳台。今天的阳台空空如也,少了一个微笑,少了一缕慈爱的目光。哦,今天妈妈病了。小时候,妈妈早上去上班,我就急急忙忙地拿着小凳子跑到阳台上,踩着小凳子,踮着脚,看着妈妈离去的身影,不由得喊:“妈妈再见!妈妈早点回来!”那时,望 In the morning, I was carrying my schoolbag, standing in a familiar yard, and turned around and looked up at the balcony. Today’s balcony empty, less a smile, less a ray of loving eyes. Oh, today, my mother is ill. When I was young, my mom went to work in the morning, and I hurriedly took the stool to the balcony, stomped on the stool, stomped on my feet and looked at the figure where my mother left. I could not help shouting: “Mom, goodbye! ! ”At that time, hope