雪后初晴,在这清香的庭院里,一把老藤椅正对着院中那株红梅,母亲安详地坐在藤椅中,沐浴着冬日里暖洋洋的阳光,手里是织了一半儿的毛衣。我的母亲有时候是木讷的,她不会用华丽的词语来表达她为人处世的态度,她只是默默地关爱着身边的人。那年冬天,呼啸的北风肆无忌惮地刮着,夜里的寒气把人逼成了床上的虾米,而我的家里只有一个爸爸从县城带回来的热水袋。每天晚上,母亲都会把热水袋灌好,放在我的脚边,让我有勇气在寒夜里把腿伸直。有一天,母亲感 After the snow cleared, in this fragrant garden, an old wicker chair was facing the red plum in the courtyard, and her mother seated peacefully in a wicker chair, bathed in the warm sunshine of the winter, Half a child’s sweater. My mother is sometimes stiff, she will not use gorgeous words to express her attitude to life, she just silently care for the people around him. That winter, the whistling north wind unscrupulously scraped the night of the cold forced the person into a bed of shrimp, and my home is only a dad brought back from the county hot water bottle. Every night, my mother will fill the hot water bottle and put it on my feet, so I have the courage to straighten my legs during the cold nights. One day, my mother felt