某天早晨,我拉开书包,发现了一只有点烂的苹果在那个毫不起眼的角落里。看着这苹果,我的眼睛湿润了……我、烂苹果、母亲,从未想过可以把这三个词联系到一块儿。但是,我却从烂苹果的气味中,闻出了那甜而不腻的母爱。母亲由于工作原因,除了周末,根本碰不上面。而母亲似乎是徘徊在我周围的天使,从未离开过。我喜欢吃苹果。小时候,母亲总会把又大又红的苹果一个一个洗得干干净净,然后给我吃。自 One morning, I opened the bag and found a little rotten apple in that humble corner. Looking at the apple, my eyes wet ... ... I, rotten apple, mother, never thought to be able to put these three words together. However, I smell the sweet but not greasy maternal love from the smell of rotten apples. Mother because of work, except weekend, simply can not touch the surface. The mother seemed to be an angel wandering around me and never left. I like to eat apples. When I was young, my mother always washed the big, red apples clean one by one and gave me food. from