在我的记忆里,妈妈的爱是一种酥酥痒痒的幸福。小时候,妈妈在家门口坐在板凳上,我轻伏在妈妈的膝头,妈妈用挖耳勺轻轻地掏着我的耳朵,并不时地问我疼不疼,叮嘱我不要乱动。家里的大黄狗摇着尾巴看着我们,妈妈没有理会,她会心地笑笑,继续给我掏着耳朵。我多想这温馨的画面就此停留呀!可人总是要长大的,美好的时光总是稍纵即逝,现在我已 In my memory, mommy’s love is a crisp, melancholy happiness. When I was a child, my mother was sitting on the bench at home. I was light-volt on my mother’s knee, and my mother gently dug my ear with her ear spoon. From time to time, I asked me if I felt hurt and told me not to move. At home, the big yellow dog wagged its tail and looked at us. Her mother ignored her. She smiled with heart and continued to dig her ear. I would like to stay in this warm picture of it! Keren always grow up, good times are always fleeting, and now I have