You hold my hand, through the streets, through the field path, our hearts are closely linked, mom, growing up on the road, it's good to have you

  你牵我手,踏过街头巷尾,越过田间小路,大家的心牢牢地相接,母亲,成长道路上,有你真好入文章正文


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A fluffy child

  蓬头稚子


"Come on, step on the pedal slowly." my mother supported the bicycle behind me and gently said to me, "Mom, I'm afraid." I looked at the auxiliary wheels on both sides, and my heart was still at sixes and sevens. My mother put her hand on my head and lovingly said, "child, the future road is impossible for my mother to accompany you forever. You must face the difficulties bravely." I was only five or six years old, and nodded in ignorance, and my mother let me go When I started, I tried to ride a bicycle for the first time in my life. There were auxiliary wheels on both sides. It was not hard for me to ride. When I turned around, I saw my mother laughing behind me

  “来,渐渐地走上踏脚板”妈妈在后边扶持着单车,温婉的对我说“母亲,我害怕”我看见两侧的辅助轮内心或是七上八下,母亲门把放到我头顶仁慈的说“小孩,以后的路母亲不太可能始终陪你度过下来,你一定要勇敢面对艰难”.我五六岁,懵懂无知的点了点点头,母亲放宽了手,我试着人生道路中第一次骑单车,有辅助轮在两侧,我骑着并不费力,当我们扭头时,看见了妈妈在后边笑了


Love of cardamom

  弱冠之年


The moon alone in the sky, light scattered to the black night. I looked at the hill like homework in front of me and sighed. At this time, the door opened and my mother came in. She handed me a cup of milk tea and said, "have a cup of milk tea first, and then do my homework later." I let out a "um". I put down my pen and began to drink milk tea. Suddenly I saw a white hair on my mother's head. Since I was in junior high school, it seems that I haven't chatted with my mother for a long time. I want to know Thinking about it, my eyes blurred, and I immediately turned away from her. Yes, I grew up, mom, but old.

  月亮孤独的挂在天空,光辉撒向了黑黑的夜。我看见眼前小山坡一样的工作,叹了一口气,这时候,门开过,妈妈走了进去,她拿给我一杯奶茶,说“先喝一杯奶茶店,一会再做作业”我“嗯”了一声,学会放下笔,逐渐怀着奶茶店喝起來,忽然见到母亲的头顶拥有一根白头发,自打我上中学后,仿佛有好久没跟母亲闲聊了,惦记着惦记着,双眼就模糊不清了,我马上掉转头去,不许她见到。是的我长大以后,母亲,却年纪大了。


Mature and steady

  稳重


"Cough, cough" every cough, throat pain, is about to final exam, but at this time cold, I find out cold medicine, take warm water to drink, sleep in bed, trance, heard mother's voice, I difficult to open eyes, see my mother is watching my thermometer number, I said to my mother, "Mom, you come back" Mom blame me to say "you child Son, I don't say a word when I get sick. If I don't come back and take things, you burn it. "Mom, I'll take care of myself when I grow up." you are my daughter and I'm your mother. In this sentence, I ran away in tears and hugged my mother and cried.