妈妈,您听我说吧,听我唱吧!“我们的生活需要七色阳光……”妈妈,当我在学校紧张的学习一个星期后,多么渴望在星期天回到您的身旁,享受一番温柔的母爱,唱唱歌,跳跳舞,散散心,放松放松绷得紧紧的弦。这时,最令人失望的情景出现了:“你这丫头,疯死呀!不守规矩的丫头!”我还未及亲昵地叫您一声妈,就听到您的呵斥。看到同龄人在宝贵的星期天里与母亲生活得那样的亲切,那样的和蔼,那样的幸福,我委屈 Mom, you listen to me and listen to me sing! “Our life needs seven colors of sunshine...” Mom, when I was studying at school for a week, I was eager to return to you on Sunday and enjoy it. Gentle maternal love, sing, dance and dance, relax and relax. At this time, the most disappointing scenario emerged: “You gimmick, crazy death! Unruly gimmick!” I have yet to call you a mother, and I hear your reproach. Seeing the kindness, kindness, and happiness of my peers living on their precious Sundays with their mothers, I feel wronged