妈妈,您坐好,让我为您画张像。什么?没有画具?不,亲爱的妈妈,我从来就不认为有什么颜料可以跳出我爱您的颜色,就让我手中的这支笔和着我的思绪为您画一张写真画吧!妈妈,您坐好了,我就要开始画了。可我该怎么画呢?让我再好好看看您。噢,妈妈,原来岁月竟是如此残酷,它已在您的额头划下了道道沟壑,那里边一定储着您大半辈子的辛苦,而我以前怎么就没有看出来呢?平日里,您总是微笑着对待生活,微 Mom, you sit well, let me draw a picture for you. No, no picture? No, dear mom, I never think there is any pigment that can jump out of the color I love, let this pen in my hand and my thoughts give you a portrait painting for you! You sit down, I will start drawing. But how can I draw it? Let me see you again. Oh my mother, it turns out to be so cruel that it has laid down a gully in your forehead, and it will surely save you the hard work of my life, and I have not seen it before. Smiling treat life, micro