“慈母手中线,游子身上衣。临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归。谁言寸草心,报得三春晖。”每当读起唐代诗人孟郊写的这首《游子吟》时,我的心里就会涌起一股暖流。有人说母爱是温热的太阳,是辽阔的海洋,是肥沃的土地,但我想说的是——母爱是生活中的点点滴滴。细数岁月,母亲为我做的点点滴滴涌上心头,我就撷取其中的一件细细道来吧。去年冬天的一个晚上,我浑身无力地趴在桌上写作业,不知怎么回事,我的视 “Mother’s hand line, wandering body shirt. Provisional secret seam, meaning fear of late .Who inch grass heart, reported three Chunhui. ” Whenever I read the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao wrote this song “wandering Yin ”, my heart will be filled with a warm current. Some people say that maternal love is a warm sun, a vast ocean and fertile land, but what I want to say is that maternal love is a bit of a life. Count the years, my mother bit by bit in my mind, I will pick one of the thin to come. One night last winter, I was exhausted to lie on the table to write homework, I do not know how else, my view