妈妈

那么一个人，他像小房子一样，被爬山虎伸展着的嫩红的枝丫布满了。小房子有了爬山虎的点缀，变成了无时无刻不散发着清香味儿的绿色小屋，那个人就是我的妈妈。妈妈，我就是依靠着你的爬山虎，你就是那普普通通的小房子，我在你的呵护下茁壮成长。

现在读五年级的我压力愈来愈大，而妈妈，几乎每天都在带我赶补习班，什么作文班、奥数班、文言文阅读班……虽然妈妈是为了我，但我毕竟还小，什么都不懂，只知道与妈妈贫嘴。

就在冬天的一个夜晚，我对妈妈的印象有了一个大转变。

初冬的夜晚，已经有了刺骨的寒意，外面起了雾，朦胧的路灯就显得更加朦胧了。这时，我正与同学坐在车上，正在从补习班回家的途中，而妈妈一定在某个地方、某个角落，默默地等着我，准备接我回家。

走过了一个个路牌、拐过一个个小弯，通过了一个个红绿灯，我的妈妈在哪里?终于，我看到，妈妈近在咫尺。我从车窗可以清楚地看到，妈妈微微抖了几下身子，尽管穿了棉衣，也斗不过这打着旋儿，呼啸着来的西北风。

车停了，我慢慢地走下车去，眼里只有妈妈。我看着她像打了一场战，脸色发白，声音嘶哑，脸上似乎多了几道皱纹，那对看着我的疲惫的眼睛，已使我感到陌生，我已从来没有关注过妈妈了，没想到妈妈完全变了一个人。

坐在妈妈的车上，只看见其他坐车的人个个顶着帽子、披着围巾、戴着手套，把自己捂的严严实实的，而我，一点也不怕风，我抱着妈妈，竟有一种说不出来的温暖涌上心头，我就这样一直抱着妈妈，直到回家……

一下车，妈妈的大手拉着我的小手，那只大手粗糙得像老松树皮，还裂开了一道道小而不容易被发现的口子。我的眼里隐隐含着泪水，想的全是妈妈。她牵绊着我的这只大手，冰冰凉凉的，把我的这个小手完全覆盖住了。我的小手温暖了，却是用妈妈的大手的寒冷换来的。这只手、这个温度，莫名其妙的成了我抹也抹不掉的记忆!

妈妈，我就是依靠着你的爬山虎。我会努力长出青翠的绿叶，为你增添异样的光彩。

那天晚上，我做了一个梦。梦中，一个小女孩的妈妈整天接送她上补习班，为的是让她长大后拥有幸福的生活。迎接她的，将会是妈妈对他的期待成真吗?

英语翻译：

So a person, he is like a small house, covered with the tender red branches of a creeper. The little house is decorated with a creeper, and turned into a green hut that exudes a clear fragrance all the time. That person is my mother. Mom, I rely on your creeper, you are that ordinary little house, and I thrive under your care.

Now I’m in the fifth grade under more and more stress, and my mother, almost every day, takes me to catch up with cram classes, what composition class, Mathematical Olympiad class, classical Chinese reading class... Although my mother is for me, but I am still young, what? I don't understand, I only know that I'm silly with my mother.

On one winter night, my impression of my mother changed drastically.

On the night of early winter, there was already a bitter chill, and the fog began to form outside, and the hazy street lights became even more hazy. At this time, I was sitting in the car with my classmates, on the way home from the cram school, and my mother must be somewhere, somewhere, silently waiting for me, ready to take me home.

After passing street signs, turning small bends, and passing traffic lights, where is my mother? Finally, I saw that my mother was close at hand. I can clearly see from the car window that my mother shook her body a few times. Even though she was wearing a cotton-padded coat, she couldn't beat the whirling, whistling northwest wind.

The car stopped, and I slowly got out of the car, only my mother was in my eyes. I looked at her like a fight, her face pale, her voice hoarse, and her face seemed to have a few lines of wrinkles. The tired eyes looking at me have made me feel strange. I have never paid attention to my mother. I didn’t expect my mother to be a completely different person.

Sitting in my mother’s car, I saw all the other people in the car wearing hats, scarves, and gloves, covering themselves tightly, and I was not afraid of the wind at all. There was an indescribable warmth that came to my heart, and I kept holding my mother like this until I came home...

When I got out of the car, my mother's big hand held my small hand. The big hand was as rough as old pine bark, and it had cracked small and difficult holes. There are tears in my eyes, and I think about my mother. She held my big hand, cold, and completely covered my little hand. My little hands were warm, but it was exchanged for the coldness of my mother's big hands. This hand, this temperature, inexplicably became a memory that I can't erase!

Mom, I just rely on your creeper. I will try my best to grow verdant green leaves and add a strange brilliance to you.

That night, I had a dream. In the dream, a little girl’s mother took her to cram school all day long, in order to let her grow up to have a happy life. Will it be her mother's expectations of him come true to greet her?