我的母亲没有多少文化,可是她会作诗。小时候我经常碰壁,母亲不知怎样开导我,只做她力所能及的事。刚上小学时,我还是撒娇的年龄。一天早晨,我因为外面刮着寒风而不想去上学,母亲知道了,拉着我的小手“嚯”的一声打开门,走进寒风中,在路上母亲对我说:“孩子,冷么?春天的门不就 My mother does not have much culture, but she will write poetry. When I was a child, I often run into a wall. My mother did not know how to enlighten me. She only did what she could. When I first came to elementary school, I was still a spoiled age. One morning, I didn’t want to go to school because of the cold wind blowing outside. My mother knew it and took my little hand and opened it with a bang. When I walked into the cold wind, my mother said to me on the road, “What is the child, cold? The door of spring is not