爱,隐藏在生活中的点点滴滴;亲情,也就躲在心灵的某个角落。父母对我一点一滴的爱犹如夜空中的点点繁星,而作为子女的我们又该怎么做呢?野花中最朴素而又最美丽的那一朵,便是我十岁时的那一件事。记得那是一个阳光明媚的周末,我从睡梦中醒来,睁开双眼,我望着还在熟睡中的妈妈,我心中突然蹦出一个念头:平时都是妈妈为我做早饭,今天就让我为妈妈做一次吧。 Love, hidden in life bit by bit; affection, also hid in a corner of the soul. My parents love me bit by bit like stars in the night sky, and what should we do as children? The simplest and most beautiful one in wildflowers is the one I was ten years old thing. I remember that it was a sunny weekend, I woke up from sleep, opened my eyes, I was still sleeping in the mom, my heart suddenly jumped out of a thought: usually my mother is doing breakfast for me, today let I’ll do it for my mom.