第1个回答 2016-02-13
I often think so. After one day, old mother, his face weathered gully, swarthy face showed me some sad. Such as a pair of man-like, such as bark-like hands, yes, that is the hands, they will give me a warm ...... soothe my mother's face covered with wrinkles like a bucket of sand of time, that kind of weakness. Vaguely remember, between the early years. Occasionally waking up late at night, through the veil of concealment, it will be able to see the mother in the lamp that faint, dim light mend. Stitch sew a stitch around me that fine clothes, warm but sad.
Looked at the mother, the mother of the light reflected weak figure, tired look that is left for me, and there was a pair of cracked hands, but also for my life and worked hard, tears filled my eyes .
There is only a good mother. Mother's love for me like a warm snow, can not be replaced.本回答被网友采纳