我迈着沉重的步伐,拖着一身的疲倦,补习回到家,还没把书包放下,就听到了颇有节奏的切菜声—多么熟悉,只属于母亲的切菜声。客厅离厨房并不远,但母亲始终会留意门边的动静。不见其人,先闻其声:“孩子,回来啦!英语学得怎么样……”母亲的问话使我心头一暖,再瞥见桌上色香味俱全热腾腾的饭菜,又循影听见厨房里错落有致的切菜声,我会心一笑,拖着穿反了的鞋,在排油烟机嗡嗡作响的厨房里,与妈妈侃侃而谈……忆起刚上小学时,在自家楼下便可以闻到妈妈炒菜时香喷喷的气味,一听到菜板上的刀声,我肚子里的馋 I walked heavy pace, dragging a tired, tutoring home, not to put down the bag, I heard quite rhythmic cutting sound - how familiar, only belongs to the mother cut the sound. The living room is not far from the kitchen, but the mother will always pay attention to the movement of the door. I do not know anyone, first heard the sound: “Children, come back! English learning how ... ... ” My mother asked me a warm heart, and then glimpse the table full of hot, appetizing dishes, and video I heard a patchwork of kitchen cutting sound, I will be a smile, dragging the anti-wear shoes, rowing machine in the kitchen humming, and mom talked about ... ... just remember the primary school, at Downstairs, you can smell the smell of mom cooking fragrant, heard a knife on the cutting board, my stomach greedy