妈妈的爱,像一条长河。它恬静,泛着微微的涟漪;它清澈,看得见河底的块块卵石;它轻柔,缓缓地送我前行。从哇哇落地的婴孩到现在的热血少年,我在母爱的长河中度过了十五个春华秋实。在这十五个春秋中,我好像一叶扁舟在静谧的河水中缓缓地前行着。它的轻柔、它的恬静,我早已习惯;我开始学会了厌倦,想要逆流而上。只有那寂静的夜晚,我依稀听见母爱的长河在轻轻啜泣……我是一个感性的女孩,也许一件小事都能让我感动不已,可是对于母亲的关怀我早已麻木。然而,那天,只是随意的一瞥,便给我带来了最大的感动…… Mother’s love is like a long river. It was quiet, with a slight ripple; it was clear, and there was a piece of pebbles at the bottom of the river; it was gentle and slowly sent me forward. From the baby who landed on the ground to the now-motivated boy, I spent fifteen years in the long river of maternal love. In these fifteen springs and autumns, I seemed to be slowly moving forward in the quiet river. It’s soft, it’s quiet, I’m used to it; I started to learn to get tired and want to go upstream. Only on that silent night, I vaguely heard the river of motherly sobbing. I am a sensual girl. Perhaps a small thing can touch me. However, I am already numb to care for my mother. However, that day, just a random moment, it brought me the biggest move...