温暖时间

星星躺在银河里是如此的舒适，鱼儿在小溪里游泳是如此的快乐。 而我，生活在爱的母亲里，是如此温暖。

每天早上，我妈妈都会温柔地叫醒我，然后告诉我桌上的早餐已经准备好了。 然后去上班。 年复一年，日复一日。 她每天都这样。 看着她匆匆忙忙的身影，我的心里充满了感激。 每天晚上，当我放学打完篮球回来，我看到我妈妈在厨房忙着。 夏天在厨房，非常热。 妈妈在厨房忙着，而我在凉爽的空调房里。 和卧室比起来，厨房简直就是地狱，天堂。 妈妈还在厨房里，在像烤箱一样的厨房里，给我们做晚饭。 电风扇开着，但没什么用。 汗珠从她的脸颊上滚落下来。

在锅里，那些讨厌的热油滴从锅里跳出来，跳到妈妈的胳膊上。 她只是咬紧牙关，左手握着锅柄，右手握着锅铲，搅拌着锅子。 过了几分钟，才拿来一个盘子，他的脸显得很吃力，但他的手很快拿起了锅，铲子。 把刚煮好的食物铲进盘子里。 可怕的锅是如此沉重，当她拿起它时，她左臂的肌肉颤抖，她手上的血管膨胀，但她坚持，坚持做一顿饭。 每次做完饭都要用水洗手。 购物总是女人的第一乐趣。 妈妈也是一样，虽然几乎每周都去超市，但很少自己买衣服。 她总是尽可能的存钱，给我买好吃的。 每次我和妈妈去东门购物，当她看到一件漂亮的裙子，只要价格超过600美元，她就不情愿地走开，然后她笑着说，

”下次再来吧! ” 但是她从来没有第二次看过那条裙子。 然而，对我来说，无论是一双运动鞋，还是各种昂贵的补品，我的母亲总是慷慨大方，毫不犹豫。 周末的时候，我妈妈没有时间休息，然后提着水桶，拿着拖把。 打扫房间。 每次，我父亲和我都会说: “只有几天啊? ”？ 还有拖地 但妈妈笑着说: “每天打开空气调节，房间里就多一些灰，对身体有害! ” . 有一天，我带着一本书回家。 我一进屋，就看见我妈妈又在打扫房间。 就像刚扫完地一样，他拿起拖把，弯下腰把它拧干。 好像她没有看见我似的，她双手抱着拖把杆弯下腰来，她的胳膊有节奏地来回移动，没有片刻的休息，额头上冒出汗珠。 渐渐地，额头上的汗珠越来越多，流到了鼻尖，然后掉到了地上。 马上就被拖走了。

远远望去，母亲像一头老水牛，在田野里辛勤地劳作。 我母亲为我工作了一整天，因为整个家庭充满了温暖和工作。 宁愿自己受苦，也不愿我吃一点苦，是那么爱我。 母亲用她的勤奋，智慧和爱，温暖了我，温暖了全家，让我在温暖中度过。 在生活中，有许多时刻值得我们细心体验，在这些时刻中，最难忘的是温暖的时刻，它反映了世界的温暖。 告诉我们一些关于生活的事情，这样才能让人难忘。 一个星期天，整个上午都在下雨，到了下午天终于放晴了。

我穿上新衣服，在街上散步。 旧路坑坑洼洼，积满了水。 我哼着小曲散步，街边的小树被雨水冲刷得干干净净，让人神清气爽。 雨后的天空像一面蓝色的镜子，还有清新的空气，让人不禁感到高兴起来。 路上繁忙的交通还是和以前一样，这时一辆黑色摩托车从我身边疾驰而过。 “哗”的一声，溅起来的污水无情地向我涌来。 面对这突如其来的“攻击” ，我毫无反应，尸体上会发现那些污点和水渍，我的好心情也一扫而光。 我忍不住在心里嘀咕。

正当我准备回家的时候，一辆车又出现在我面前，我立刻反应过来，躲开了我的新衣服。 在我逃跑的那一刻，主人似乎看穿了我的心思，放慢了速度，在我身边慢慢地行驶。 透过车窗，我看到车主似乎露出了温柔的微笑，那微笑是体贴、真诚和关心。 看着他的微笑，我突然感到心中一阵温暖。 看来，我的烦恼是那辆多余的车经过那个没有溅出污水的地方，车主温暖的微笑却深深地印在我的心里。

后来，每当我走在街上，我总会想起他，因为他让我第一次体验到什么是温暖的时刻。 生活就是生活

英语翻译：

The stars are so comfortable lying in the Milky Way, and the fish are so happy swimming in the Stream. And I, living in the mother of love, is so warm. Every morning, my mother would gently wake me up, and then tell me that the morning on the table is ready. And went to work. Year after year, day after day. She does this every day. Looking at her hurried figure, my heart has a kind of gratitude. Every night, when I come back from playing basketball after school, I see my mother has been busy in the kitchen. Summer in the kitchen, very hot. Mom was busy in the kitchen, while I was in the cool air-conditioned bedroom. Compared with the bedroom, the kitchen is a hell, a paradise. And mom was still in the kitchen, in the oven-like kitchen, cooking dinner for us. The Electric Fan was on, but it didn't do any good. Sweat rolled down her cheeks. In the pot, those nasty hot oil drops jumped out of the pot and jumped on MOM's arm. She just gritted her teeth, holding the handle in her left hand and still holding the spatula in her right, stirring the pan. After a few minutes, only to bring a plate, his face appears to be very laborious, but his hands quickly picked up the pot, shovel. Shovel the freshly cooked food into the plate. The awful cauldron was so heavy that when she picked it up, the muscles of her left arm trembled and the veins in her hands bulged, but she persisted, persisted in making a meal. Wash your arms with water every time you finish cooking. Shopping is always a woman's first pleasure. MOM is the same, although almost every week to the supermarket, but rarely buy their own clothes. She always saves what she can and buys me good food. Every time I go shopping with my mother at the East Gate, when she sees a beautiful dress, as long as the price is over 600, she reluctantly walks away, then she smiled and said, "come back another time! " But she never looked at the dress a second time. However, for me, whether it is a pair of sports shoes, or a variety of expensive supplements, my mother is always generous, without hesitation. When it was the weekend, my mother did not have time to rest, then with a bucket, carrying a mop. Cleaning the house. Every time, my father and I would say: "Only a few days ah? And Mopping? " But my mother smiled and said: "every day open air conditioning, the room more ash, harmful to the body! ". The other day, I was coming home with a book. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother cleaning the room again. As if he had just finished sweeping the floor, he picked up a mop, bent down and wrung it dry. As if she had not seen me, she bent over with her mop-pole in both hands, her arms moving rhythmically back and forth, without a moment to rest, and beads of sweat oozing out of her forehead. Gradually, more and more beads of sweat on the forehead, flow to the tip of the nose, and then fell to the ground. It was towed right away. From a distance, mother like an old buffalo, in the field, the hard work of the Labor. My mother worked all day for me, for the whole family is full of warmth and work. Would rather their own suffering, rather than I eat a little bitter, is so love me. With her diligence, wisdom and love, my mother warmed me, warmed the family, and surrounded me with warm The Hours. In Life, there are many moments worth our careful experience, in these moments, the most memorable is the warm moment, it reflects the warmth of the world. And tell us something about life, so they can be memorable. On a Sunday, it rained all morning, and in the afternoon it finally cleared up. I put on my new clothes and went for a walk in the street. The old road was pitted and covered with water. I hummed and strolled, the small trees along the street washed clean by the rain, making people feel refreshed. After the rain blue as the mirror of the sky, as well as fresh and fresh air so that people can not help but feel happy up. The busy traffic on the road remained the same as before, when a black motorcycle quickly passed me. "Hua" of a, the sewage that splatters but rises to rush toward me ruthlessly. In the face of this sudden "attack" , I did not react, the body will be found that the spots of mud and water, my good mood also swept away. I couldn't help murmuring in my heart. Just as I turned to go home, a car appeared in front of me again, and I immediately reacted and dodged to avoid my new clothes. At the moment of my escape, the owner seemed to see through my mind, slowed down the speed, in my side slowly driving. Through the window, I saw the car owner seems to show a gentle smile, that smile is thoughtful, sincere and care. Looking at his smile, I suddenly felt a burst of warmth in my heart. It seems that my worry is the superfluous car through the place did not splash sewage, the owner of the warm smile but deeply imprinted in my mind. Later, whenever I walk in the street, I will always think of him, because he let me first experience what is the warm moment. Life is like wine, Mellow Fragrance, aftertaste endless; life is like clouds, colorful, volatile; life is like flowers, beautiful, fragrant overflowing. Life is supposed to be nice and warm and loving. "Mom, I am so cold ~ " I run down the stairs, hand in front of her mother does not live act like a spoiled child, dad is secretly laughing at the side. My mother smiled sternly and said, "it's too cold to wear so little. " As she spoke, she put my little hand in her big hand to pass on her love. Then he said gently, "go and see how the Mimosa and the orchid are doing. Water them. " I walked casually to the balcony, i was shocked to see that the Mimosa, protected by the straw, was supposed to grow more vigorously than the naked orchid? But its leaves gradually a little yellow, is a weak wind girl. And bluegrass is still so vibrant, not cold down, in her upright posture, revealing a woman's charm and smart, strong and resolute men. I was deep in thought, and before I knew it, I was downstairs. Mother smiled, stroked my head to say such a sentence; "understand the true meaning of the life of Bluegrass, should take this as an example. " At first, I could not understand the meaning of it. It was at that event that I learned something. In Primary School, the school's top students in the Auditorium Competition Recitation, due to outstanding performance in the class, the teacher decisively let me go to the competition, Fresh Off the Boat I because of the stage after the heart nervous recitation intermittent, the result is not optimistic. I cried like a tearful man in the scolding of my classmates. When the teacher came in, he didn't blame me but tapped me on the shoulder and said, "do you know bluegrass? "? I appreciate them."I know the teacher wants me to be like the orchid grass. I was once again selected to compete, this time, the spirit of the orchid grass gave me great strength, in the warm applause I walked off the stage. In that moment, I felt the warmth of life everywhere. Teachers proud of all the students in front of me pick up. I believe that at the same time, even in different places where it belongs, the orchid blooms. In the journey of life, the courage to face difficulties, in the face of setbacks, do not lose heart, not give up. At the same time, also have to feel the warm heart, because the warm moment in your side support and encourage you. Like me, from failure to success is just a process, a transfer, a warm moment.