你整日里为我做饭、洗衣、收拾屋子,做那些事情都成习惯了,以至于我差点要忘了。对不起,我又和你吵架了。和我对视的最后一秒,你眼里透出一丝哀伤,我知道你对我绝望了。好像总是这样,我做的事没有一次合你心意。尽管我知道,很多时候你所做的都是为我好。记得读小学的时候,我很喜欢写你,那会儿写得最多的是两个事例。一是下雨天你来学校给我送伞,然后将伞向我这边倾斜,自己淋湿了身子。二是深夜我发高烧,爸爸不在身边,你背起我往医院跑。好像写来写去都是这两个事例,可惜这两 You cook for me all the time, laundry, clean up the house, do all those things are used to, so I almost forgot. I’m sorry, I quarreled with you again. And the last second of my sight, you see a trace of sadness, I know you despair of me. It always seems like this, I did not do one thing in your mind. Although I know, many times you are doing for me. I remember when I was in primary school, I really like to write you. First, you rain to school to send me an umbrella, and then umbrella tilted to me, wet himself. Second, late at night, I had a high fever, my dad was not around, and you carried me back to the hospital. It seems that both write and write are these two cases, but unfortunately these two