父母如柔软的河水,用充满爱的手轻抚着我,缓缓托着我走向成熟的彼岸。读高一中的夜晚,我背着书包往家里跑,每次都在我快到门口时,看见父母为我轻轻打开门。放下书包后,他们已为我备好了洗澡水。当我洗完澡,他们又为我削好了苹果或准备了夜宵。在我吃东西时,他们嘘寒问暖。我知道,他们说的每一句话都是思忖过的,因为问多了,怕我嫌烦,不问又不大放心。我只好说:“爸、妈,我长大了,这些举手之劳 Parents, such as the soft river, stroked me with a loving hand, holding me slowly to the other side of maturity. Reading high school night, I ran back to school with my schoolbag, each time I was near the door, I saw my parents gently open the door for me. After I dropped my bag, they had prepared a bath for me. When I shower, they cut my apple or prepared a supper for me again. When I eat, they greet the warmth. I know, every word they say is pondering over, because more than asking, I am afraid of the trouble, do not ask and do not worry. I have to say: ”Dad, Mom, I grew up, these hands-on labor