常言道:男儿有泪不轻弹。我却觉得:那是未到伤心处。从小到大,我哭过无数处,却从没像这回哭得这么舒坦,这么印象深刻。那是在学校举行的“感恩我们要行动”巡回演讲会上。那天,操场上人山人海,虽是骄阳似火,但我们都端坐在座位上,任凭汗水流淌。倒不是因为我们不怕热,而是演讲师那声汩俱下的演讲深深触动着我们的心灵。当我们在演讲师的要求下与身边的父母相对而视,握手而坐时,我才猛然察觉妈妈的手上布满老茧,粗糙不堪,已不再有少女般的纤细。 As the saying goes: boys have tears do not flicker. I think: it is not yet sad. From small to large, I cried countless places, but never like this cried so comfortable, so impressive. It was at a school “Thanksgiving We Want Action” lecture. That day, the crowds of people on the playground, although it was a hot sunny day, but we all sat on the seats, despite the sweat flowing. It is not because we are not afraid of heat, but the speech of the lecturer is deeply touched by our speech. When we sat at the hands of the parents around us at the request of the lecturer, I suddenly noticed that my mother's hands were full of calluses, so she was no longer slender like a girl.