亲爱的爸爸妈妈:天已经黑了,我知道你们还在奔走劳碌。然而此时,孩儿我正坐在温暖明亮的教室里给你们写信。爸爸妈妈,这些年来,为了女儿,你们总是日夜不停地奔波。无论刮风下雨,还是烈日当头,你们从未让脚步停歇。用你们那已磨破了皮的肩头,挑起整个家庭的重担;用那双长满老茧的手,默默地为女儿构筑温暖的家。以前的我,在家里,只看到饭桌上可口的饭菜,却看不见你们奔波忙碌的身影;只欣喜于获得的优异成绩,却忘却你们深夜伴读的眼眸; Dear Mom and Dad: The sky is already dark, and I know you are still working hard. However, at this moment, I am sitting in a warm and bright classroom to write to you. Mom and Dad, you have always kept running round the clock for your daughter for years. Whether it’s raining or raging, you never stop. Use your worn-out shoulders to stir up the burden on your entire family; quietly build warm homes for your daughters with those hands full of calluses. Before I, at home, only to see delicious meals on the table, but can not see your busy running figure; only delight in the excellent results obtained, but forget your late night companion eyes;