提篮春光看妈妈

是谁陪我栉风沐雨，静看春花秋实？是谁，为我驱寒散热却独自承受坎坷？是谁忙里忙外、脚步匆匆？是谁日渐苍老、为我面容憔悴？我感觉到了，那是我的妈妈——我慷慨的母亲，慷慨到把母爱化成光环，永无终点；我感觉到了，那是我的妈妈——我吝啬的母亲，吝啬到只愿一个人咀嚼生活的艰辛，永不言悔。我的调皮偷走了您的年华，却化作细密的皱纹和两鬓的白发。此刻，您正在考场外焦急地向我的方向张望吧。妈，想起您的付出，您的鼓励，想起这日日夜夜的您的陪伴、您的牵挂，此时女儿的心里真的很感动。今天我就让我把这些许欣喜、些许历练后的飞翔化作满篮、满世界的春光送给您。这么多年来您的忍耐与坚持，您的不朽的无私的爱，让我懂得了什么叫感恩。

Who accompany me in the wind and rain, watching the spring flowers and autumn fruits? Who, for me to drive cold and heat, but alone to bear the ups and downs? Who is in a hurry, in a hurry? Who is growing old and haggard for my face? I feel that it's my mother, my generous mother, who is generous enough to turn her love into a halo and never end; I feel that it's my mother, my stingy mother, who is stingy enough to only want to chew the hardships of life alone and never regret. My mischievous stole your time, but turned into fine wrinkles and white hair at the temples. At this moment, you are anxiously looking in my direction outside the examination hall. Mom, I think of your efforts, your encouragement, your company day and night, your concern. At this time, my daughter's heart is really touched. Today, I'll let me turn these flying experiences into full baskets and full of the world's spring light for you. So many years of your patience and persistence, your immortal selfless love, let me know what is Thanksgiving.

小时候我是神的宠儿，是天之骄子，生活对我而言翻来倒去都是蜜，于是我霸道、任性，一切小性子我都有，孰不知这温暖舒适的成长背后是您一点一滴的生命透支，这透支的大部分是为我一个人；孰不知我还挑三拣四，经常跟您叫板……再大一点，我在外读书，才发现生活不是我想的那样顺利。在学习、生活上，我经常会慌乱失措，每当看到别人有妈妈接送，我的心里很不是滋味，这才后悔以前不懂事、不懂得珍惜；尤其是临近中考时您每个星期天都为了省钱不坐车，而是翻过学校的后山给我送饭。当我看到您写满期待欲言又止的表情时，我真的很心疼。您送的饭菜一次比一次有分量，我不能想象您在途中是怎样鼓励自己向上爬的。转眼就要高考，妈，是不是老天心疼天底下的母亲才让时间过得这么快？您又忙碌起来了。每当我放假回家，老远就看见您在门口等待，接下来就是变着花样为我下厨，晚上我做功课做到多晚您就陪到多晚……

When I was a child, I was God's favorite. Life was honey to me, so I was domineering and willful. I had all kinds of small temperament. Who knows that behind the warm and comfortable growth is your little overdraft of life, most of which is for me. Who knows that I am also choosy and often challenge you When I was a little older, I found that life was not as smooth as I thought. In my study and life, I often feel flustered and confused. When I see other people being sent by their mother, I feel very bad. I regret that I didn't know how to cherish them before. Especially when you are near the middle school entrance examination, you don't take the bus every Sunday to save money, but you go over the back mountain of the school to send me food. When I see your expression full of expectation, I really feel sad. I can't imagine how you encouraged yourself to climb on the way. It's going to take the college entrance examination in a twinkling of an eye, mom. Does God love the mother in the world to let the time pass so fast? You are busy again. Every time I go home on holiday, I see you waiting at the door. Next, I will cook for me in different ways. At night, as late as I do my homework, you will stay with me as late as possible

我已记不清有过多少这样的日子，也不知道寒冬腊月冰封了我多少积蓄的力量与您的渴望。高中生活单调而枯燥，却又是毛毛虫变成美丽蝴蝶翩翩而飞必不可少的过程。于是我学着适应，左手是坚持，右手是你们的牵挂，中间是在坚韧与忍耐、宽容与感恩中洗礼的成长。冰心曾在《一日的春光》里说：“这九十天的冰封，只为这一日的春光！”妈妈，百部我已走好了九十九，等跨过这一步，我为你准备的将是一生的春光！

I can't remember how many such days I've had, or how many of my accumulated strength and your desire are frozen in the cold winter. High school life is monotonous and boring, but it is necessary for caterpillars to become beautiful butterflies. So I learned to adapt, the left hand is persistence, the right hand is your concern, the middle is the baptism growth in perseverance and patience, tolerance and gratitude. Bingxin once said in "one day's spring light" that "the 90 day ice cover is only for this day's spring light!" Mom, I've already walked ninety-nine parts. When I step over this step, what I'm preparing for you will be the spring light of my life!

天底下的子女们，亲情已不仅仅是“临行密密缝”的关怀，不仅仅是“雨中黄叶树，灯下白头人”的守候，更多的时候，“天地有大美而不言，回时有明理而不说”，它似大海静水流深，最深的爱里你是看不到浪花。同时，亲情又是一根长线，线的这头有父母的付出，另一头就需要我们的感恩与尽孝，在这样明媚的日子里，让我们提篮春光，去看妈妈——让她看到我们的蜕变，让她们的努力化作了一世界的芳香。

For the children of the world, family love is not only the care of "close seams on the way", but also the waiting of "yellow leaf trees in the rain, white headed people under the light". More often, "the heaven and the earth have great beauty but no words, and when they come back, they have reason but no words". It is like the sea still and deep, and you can't see the spray in the deepest love. At the same time, family love is also a long line. This end of the line has parents' pay, and the other end needs our gratitude and filial piety. In such a beautiful day, let's carry the basket in spring to see our mother - let her see our transformation, let their efforts turn into the fragrance of the world.