那是冬日的一个上午,下着小雪,天寒料峭,风刮到脸上针刺般地痛。我匆匆赶到学校时,第一节课的上课铃声响了。在校门口我遇到了班上学生龙冰的母亲。她家离学校十几里地,又不通车,这么早赶到学校,一定起了个大早。她一身蓝色棉衣裤,头上扎条围巾,围巾已被雪花浸湿了。她说天太冷了,昨夜赶制了件棉背心给儿子送来,顺便也看 It was one morning in the winter, with a small snowfall. The weather was cold, and the wind blew on the face and suffered acupuncture. When I rushed to school, the first class of school bell rang. At the school gate, I met the student’s mother, Long Bing. Her family was a dozen miles away from the school and she was not in traffic. It was a big morning to get to school so early. She was wearing a blue cotton trousers, a scarf on her head, and a scarf soaked in snow. She said that it was too cold. Last night, she sent a cotton vest to her son and watched by the way.