翻开我珍藏的影集第一页,展现在眼前的是一张我和妈妈的照片,双手搂着妈妈脖子的我,甜甜地吻着妈妈的脸,妈妈笑了。这张珍贵的照片是我6岁时拍的。那是一个冬夜,我突然高烧39℃,医院离家很远,坐车也要半小时。妈妈顾不上这些,从衣柜里拿出大衣给我穿上,自己只披了一块头巾,背起沉重的我走出了家门。这时,万家灯火早已熄灭,天空下起了鹅毛大雪。柏油马路像一条银色的带子伸向远方,路旁的一棵棵梧桐树如同一个个雪人,一动不动,孤 Open the first page of my collection, showing a photo of me and my mother in front of me, my arms around my mother’s neck, my mother’s face sweet kiss, my mother laughed. This precious photo was taken when I was 6 years old. It was a winter night, I suddenly had a fever of 39 ℃. The hospital was far away from home and it was about half an hour by car. Mother do not care about these, took the coat from the closet to wear to me, I only put on a scarf, heavy lift me out of the house. At this time, thousands of lights already extinguished, the sky played a heavy snowfall. Asphalt road tarred like a silver stretch to the distance, a roadside tree Indus as a snowman, motionless, solitary