记得一位作家曾经说过,世上有一种爱,最是没有道理可讲,这便是母爱。我和女儿朝朝暮暮亲密地生活在一起,眼看女儿像春天的禾苗一天天茁壮生长,我激情莽撞地把自己对孩子发的宏愿,白纸黑字写了出来。女儿长到六岁,我和所有母亲一样望女成凤,尽我所能给孩子报名参加钢琴、播音、舞蹈学习班。几乎用掉自己所有的工资,把她的梦想和我的梦想叠在一起。我们忙碌得像失去控制的车轮,不停地旋 I remember a writer once said that there is a love in the world, the most unreasonable to say, this is maternal love. My daughter and I lived closely together, looking at my daughter growing like a spring seedling day by day, I passionately recklessly put my own wish for the child, written in black and white. My daughter grows up to six years old. I, like all my mom and daughters, try my best to enroll my children in piano, broadcasting and dance classes. Almost all of her salary is lost, and her dreams and my dreams come together. We are busy like a wheel that is out of control, spinning round