爸爸妈妈的一天,看似清闲,但是,他们每时每刻都在为我们操劳着、忙碌着,以至白发皱纹悄悄爬上他们的头上和眼角。妈妈的一天,是从清晨开始的,当我们还沉浸在睡梦中时,妈妈便起床为我们准备早点,直到天边出现一抹橘红,才放下了手下的活。然后就叫我们吃早餐。中午时,妈妈在厨房里忙个不停,一会儿切菜,一会儿炒菜,我没听见她的抱怨声,只听见她把厨具打得叮叮响。吃饭的时 Mom and Dad’s day, seemingly idle, however, they worked hard for us all the time, busy, and white wrinkles quietly climbed their heads and eyes. Mom’s day begins early in the morning, and when we’re still in bed, Mom gets up and prepares us early, until a cloud of orange appears on the horizon before he drops his life. Then let’s eat breakfast. Noon, my mother kept busy in the kitchen, while cooking, cooking for a while, I did not hear her grumble, only to hear her beat the kitchen utensils. When eating