傍晚,妈妈下班回来的时候,我的作业正好写完。我以为妈妈会马上赶过来检查我的作业,但是,没有。妈妈放下包,就靠在了沙发上,伸出双手,交叉着捶打自己的两边肩头,眼睛微微地闭着,满脸疲惫的神情。妈妈是不是病了?开朗乐观的妈妈很少这样不言不语的。我绕到妈妈身后,搂住了妈妈:“妈妈,你怎么了?是不是病了?要不要我打电话给爸爸?” In the evening, when my mother came home from work, my homework was finished. I thought my mother would rush over to check my homework, but no. Mom put down the package, leaning on the sofa, stretched out his hands, crossed his thighs on both sides of the shoulder, his eyes closed slightly, his face tired look. Mom is not sick? Cheerful optimistic mother is rarely so silent. I went around behind my mother, hugged my mother: “Mom, what happened? Is not it sick? Do I want to call my father?”