“有妈的孩子像块宝,没妈的孩子像根草……”当我看到妈妈为我们辛苦忙碌的时候,我就不禁想起这首歌。有一天,我和妈妈从朋友家回来,得坐公交车。我上了公交车就迷迷糊糊地睡着了。妈妈手上有一大包东西,装满了衣服,快要下车了,妈妈看了看东西,又看了看我,毫不犹豫地拎着东西、抱着我,摇摇晃晃地下了车。我醒来时,发现妈妈呼哧带喘地紧紧抱着我,迎着大风向家走去。我心 “Mommy children like treasure, no mother children like root grass ... ” When I see my mother is busy for us, I can not help but think of this song. One day, my mom and I came back from a friend’s house and got a bus. I fell asleep on the bus. There was a big bag of stuff in my mom’s hand, full of clothes, getting off, my mom looked at something, looked at me again, carried things without hesitation, hugged me and rumbled out of the car. When I woke up, I found my mother holding my breath with her breath and headed for the house in the wind. my heart