早上,我来到书人上课,看见一位家长骑自行车送一位同学来上课。我脑中又想起那件事。以前,我是在离家较远的银城校区上课,每次上课都要八点前到校,妈妈为了让我多睡会儿,总是不顾劳累地骑自行车送我上课。那天,气温很高,妈妈还是坚持骑车送我。我坐上自行车,妈妈就开始奋力蹬起踏板。她弯着腰,弓着背,吃力地踩着踏板。过了一会儿,我就看见妈妈的衣服湿了一大块。我不忍看见妈妈如此地累,心疼地说:“妈 In the morning, I came to class and saw a parent riding a bicycle to send a classmate to class. I think of it again in my head. I used to go to school in Silver City, which is farther away from home. Every time I go to school, I have to go to school before 8 o’clock. My mother always sent me to school regardless of tiredness in order to sleep more. That day, the temperature is high, my mother still insisted on riding a bike to send me. When I got on a bike, my mother started to pedal hard. She bent over, bowing back, struggling to pedal. After a while, I saw a big wet mother’s clothes. I can not bear to see my mother so tired, distressed to say: ”Mom