她个子矮小,驾车技术又不很熟,却驾了一辆排气量达2000CC的大车。车子在路上走时,犹如大船在浅水中行,笨重地让人看了替她流汗。问她为什么不换辆小车,她想也不想,便说:“不可以换,因为我妈肥,出门时喜欢坐大车。” 她去学插花。有一回去拜访她,满地的残枝败叶,而她呢,正在做最后的修饰工作。插的是大菊花,嫩黄色,娇艳欲滴。我赞叹:“哇,满室生辉!” 她讪讪地笑:“我妈喜欢花。” 和她外出吃点心,吃到皮薄馅多的肉包子,立即吩咐伙计打包。 “我妈喜欢吃。”她说。 每回看到她,我便好似读到一首以“孝”为题的优美诗篇。 遗憾的是:在现今社会里,像这类诗,已渐成绝响! Her short stature, driving technology is not very familiar, but drove a car with a displacement of 2000CC. Car walking on the road, like a big boat in the shallow water, bulky people looked sweating for her. Asked her why she did not change the car, she did not want to, then said: “can not change, because my mom fat, go out like a cart.” She went to learn flower arrangement. Once upon a time to visit her, all over the floor of the broken leaves, and she is doing the final modification work. Inserted is a large chrysanthemum, bright yellow, tender and beautiful. I praise: “Wow, full of room!” She smirked: “My mother likes to spend.” She went out to eat dim sum, eat thin stuffed meat buns, immediately ordered the buddy packing. “My mom likes to eat,” she said. Every time I see her, I seem to read a beautiful poem titled “Filial Piety.” Regrettably: In today’s society, poetry like this one has come to an end.