每当说起与母亲待在一起最难忘的时光,我总会条件反射地想到那场雨。我记不清那场雨是什么时候开始的,也不太记得到底是什么时候停的。但我怎么也忘不了冰凉的雨水落在我和母亲身上那种湿漉漉的感觉,竟然会让我觉得那么温暖。中考前夕,因为我物理不好总是拉分,母亲千方百计地找名师为我补习物理。家里没有车,我家离上课的地方又远,母亲便总是风雨无阻地骑电动车载我。而那次,碰巧月考分数出来。我措词了很久才把那些无法示人的卷子跟母亲交代清楚,我将头埋得低低的,不敢想象母亲的表情。我确信母亲在心中责怪我了无数次,但她什么也没说。我讨乖似的坐在电动车后座,雨越来越大了,我小 Whenever talking about the most memorable time with my mother, I always think of the rain conditionedly. I can not remember when the rain began, and I did not quite remember exactly when it stopped. But how can I forget the wet rain that fell on my mother and I feel so wet, even make me feel so warm. In the exam eve, because I always pull the physical poor points, the mother do everything possible to find a teacher for me tutoring physics. There is no car at home, my home far away from the class place, the mother will always be riding a windshield electric car with me. And that time, coincidentally monthly test scores out. I have been wording for a long time to explain those mothers who can not be seen, I will be buried in the low, I can not imagine his mother’s expression. I’m sure my mother blamed me in my heart countless times, but she said nothing. I begged to like sitting in the back of the electric car, the rain is growing, I’m small