9月8日晴冷风嗖嗖地拍打着门,手已冻得瑟瑟发抖,我吃力地用钥匙拧开门,家里仍空无一人。空旷的餐桌上没有热气腾腾的汤,没有香气扑鼻的菜,只有一张单薄的小纸片,上面写着:宝贝,先写作业,我晚点儿回家。那潦草的字迹似乎闪着妈妈匆匆离去的身影。又怎么了?爸爸回老家照顾病危的爷爷已有一月,偌大的家只让小小的我往来穿梭,妈妈真舍得!走进我的房间,把空调开到最高温度,以驱除我身心的寒冷。 On September 8, the cold wind swung into the door and the hand was frozen and shivering. I struggled to open the door with the key and the house was still empty. There was no steaming soup on the empty table, no fragrant dishes, only a thin piece of paper that read: Baby, first homework, and I go home later. That scribbled writing seems to be flashing with her mother leaving in a hurry. What happened? Dad back home to take care of critically ill grandfather already in January, big house only let me small shuttle, my mother really willing! Into my room, the air conditioning to the maximum temperature to get rid of my body and mind of the cold.