岁月可以抹去仇恨的印记,时光却冲不淡爱的点滴。童年给我的最深刻的记忆,就是爸爸妈妈吵架,他们总是在吵。我12岁那年,爸妈离婚了。那时候,妈妈在一家商场做售货员,一个月就挣一百多块钱。为了多挣些钱,妈妈每天下班后,还要去一位朋友的公司做保洁,生活的艰苦超出一般人的想象。每次看到妈妈这么辛苦,我就在心里暗暗发誓:我长大了一定要有出息,让妈妈过上好日子!同时对爸爸的怨恨也增添了几分。 Time can erase the mark of hatred, but time is not bad love red bit by bit. My childhood memories of the deepest, that is, father and mother quarrel, they are always noisy. When I was 12, my parents divorced. At that time, my mother worked as a salesperson in a mall and earned over 100 dollars a month. In order to make more money, my mother goes to get off work every day, but also to a friend’s company to do cleaning, life beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Every time I saw my mother so hard, I secretly vowed in my heart: I grew up there must be good news, let my mother a better life! At the same time, my father’s resentment also added a bit.