初雪纷飞,宁谧深寒。缓缓伸出手,旋落的雪花在手心渐渐融化,带来一丝冰凉。突然,手机的短信铃声响起来,打断了这短暂的美妙时光。点开未读短信:“栀子,天气凉了,记得加衣服!我很想你呢。爱你的妈妈。”“我想你”这句话,掀起我心底感动的波澜彼时,我正参加冬令营未归家。我第一次离家,妈妈总会时不时给我发个短信打个电话,重复一些平凡又朴实的话语。妈妈对我说 First snow swirling, deep silence. Slowly reach out, falling snowflakes in the palm of the hand gradually melting, bringing a trace of cold. Suddenly, the phone’s sounded ringtones, interrupted this moment of wonderful time. Open the unread sms: “Gardenia, the weather is cold, remember to add clothes! I miss you. Love your mother.” “I miss you” This sentence, set off my heart moved waves When I was participating in the winter camp did not go home. The first time I left home, my mother always sent me a text message to make a phone call from time to time, repeat some ordinary and simple words. Mom said to me