星期天,我吃完午饭,将饭碗一推,就跑到阳台上坐下,看起书来。阳光暖暖地照在身上,一阵睡意袭来,眼前的字迹也逐渐变得模糊起来。忽然,门“吱呀”一声响了,原来是妈妈收拾完碗筷,端着一张高凳出来了,手里还拿着洗发精、梳子“。妈妈,你又要洗头了?”我问。妈妈疲倦地点了点头“ On Sunday, after finishing lunch, I pushed the bowl and I ran to the balcony to read the book. The sun shines warmly on the body and a drowsiness strikes, and the writing in front of it gradually blurs. Suddenly, the door banged, and it was mother who had finished cleaning up the dishes and carrying a high stool out of the room. She still had a shampoo and a comb in her hand. “Mom, do you shampoo again?” I ask. Mother nodded tiredly. "