春风送暖,新燕归来,衔着泥,悠然地落在房檐上,筑着自己温暖的小窝。一朵花悄然飘落,落在我的掌心,心头泛起阵阵涟漪。此时,我不禁想起了母爱陪伴的日子。夕阳伴着红霞从西边缓缓地飘下树梢,几只燕子抬着头,高声放歌。我端坐在窗前,望着静美的景色,内心无比向往,却不得不捧着石膏包裹的手臂静静地坐着。妈妈端着热水和药包走进屋子,帮我解开绷带,为我熏手。顿时,花香弥漫了整个屋子。斜阳下,窗前一位母亲专心致志地为儿子熏手,多么温暖的景色呀!低下头来,我望向妈妈脸上的汗珠,一股暖流在心头涌动。 Spring breeze, New Yan returned, covered with mud, leisurely fell on the eave, built their own warm nest. A flower quietly falling, fell on my palm, heart rippling waves. At this point, I can not help but think of the days of motherly love. Sunset accompanied Hongxia slowly from the west float the treetops, a few swallows looked up, loudly. I sat in front of the window, looking at the beauty of the scenery, the heart very yearning, but had to hold the gypsum wrapped arms quietly sitting. Mother carrying hot water and medicine bag into the house, help me to untie the bandage, smoked my hand. Suddenly, the flowers filled the entire room. Under the sunshine, a mother in front of the window devoted himself to smoked her son, how warm the scenery! Head down, I look at the mother’s sweat, an warm stream surging in my heart.