3月17日晴我的妈妈不高不矮,不胖不瘦,一副东方美少女的身材。她有点近视,却很少戴眼镜。她黄里透红的脸蛋,经常洋溢着慈祥的微笑。记得二年级的一天,我们去婆婆家过周日。忽然,一阵恶心,我想吐也吐不出来,好难受。肚子一阵翻江倒海,我捂着肚子有气无力地趴在桌子上。很快,妈妈就来到我身边,摸了摸我的额头,关切地问:“怎么了,宝贝,还好吗?”我趴在桌子上勉强抬起头,又无力地摇了摇。我想回答妈妈,可是喉咙像冒烟似的发不出声音。妈妈把我抱起来轻轻地放在婆婆的床上。迷迷糊糊中,我听见婆婆和妈妈在窃窃私语:“阿 March 17 sunny my mother is not tall and short, not fat or not thin, an Oriental girl. She has a little myopia, but seldom wear glasses. Her yellow rosy face, often filled with a kind smile. I remember the second grade one day, we went to my mother-in-law’s home Sunday. Suddenly, a while nausea, I also vomit vomit, uncomfortable. Stomach burst over the sea, I clutched my stomach feebly lying on the table. Soon, my mother came to me, touched my forehead, asked with concern: ”What happened, baby, okay?“ ”I lie on the table barely looked up and powerlessly shook. I want to answer my mother, but my throat can not make a sound like smoke. Mom hugged me gently on her mother’s bed. Dumbfound, I heard her mother and mother whispering: "Ah