真想唱一首赞歌,送给我亲爱的妈妈。妈妈消瘦的脸颊已被岁月印上了细细的纹路,那乌黑的秀发中,增添了几缕银丝……我知道这是妈妈为我日夜操劳的结果。每天早晨,不管妈妈有多累,只要我一醒,妈妈就会立刻起床,为我做早饭。我望着妈妈消瘦的脸庞,心疼地说：“妈妈, I really want to sing a hymn to my dear mother. My mother's cheeky cheeks have been printed on the fine lines of years. The black hair added a few silver wires ... I know this is the result of my mother working day and night. Every morning, no matter how tired mother, as long as I wake up, my mother will immediately get up and cook for me. I looked at my mother's thin face, distressed to say: "Mom,