快入寒冬了，而我不幸得了感冒。又因为疫情，人员外出受到限制，我只能待在家里。而父母为了治好我的咳嗽想尽一切办法都无济于事，爸妈看着我虚弱的身体，每天都急得像热锅上的蚂蚁。看着他们每天劳碌奔波，疲惫不堪的身体，我的心里也不是滋味。
It's almost winter, and unfortunately I caught a cold. Due to the epidemic, personnel are restricted from going out, so I can only stay at home. But my parents tried every means to cure my cough, but to no avail. They looked at my weak body and were anxious like ants on a hot pot every day. Watching them work hard and run around every day, exhausted from their bodies, my heart is not feeling good either.
一天，爸爸眉飞色舞的告诉妈妈喝雪梨汤可以治疗咳嗽。晚上，爸爸和妈妈就给我做了雪梨汤，先切片、再放入热水里、放上糖、冷冻就好了。一开始我先尝试了一口，雪梨汤没有一点怪味，非常甜，它跟我最爱的棒棒糖是一样的味道，就一口全喝了，从口腔到肚子里都是甜甜的味道。出自作文网 zuOWENBa.net
One day, my father told my mother that drinking snow pear soup could cure my cough. In the evening, my father and mother made snow pear soup for me. First slice it, then put it in hot water, sugar and freeze it. At the beginning, I tried a mouthful of snow pear soup. There was no strange taste. It was very sweet. It tasted the same as my favorite lollipop. I drank it all in one mouthful. It tasted sweet from mouth to stomach.
一天晚上，我正在写作业，突然一阵急促的敲门声，我看到爸爸左腿着地，右腿悬挂在半空。此时此景，我猛地想起半个月前爸爸骑电动车速度过快侧翻倒下，导致左腿轻微骨折。看到爸爸右手拄着拐杖走路，我也心疼。妈妈赶紧跑过来说：“哎呀，你腿脚不方便，不让你出去，可你偏要去给儿子买雪梨。”我才发现爸爸手上提着一大袋雪梨，爸爸擦了擦头上的汗珠说：“没事，这点事算什么，雪梨汤每天要坚持喝的，这样才能让孩子快些好起来。”听完爸妈的对话，我深深地意识到爸爸手上提着的根本不是雪梨，而是沉甸甸的父爱。不一会儿，我的书桌上照例放了一碗雪梨汤，每次都是父亲亲自端来，而每一次都不忘叮嘱我趁热喝完。我捧着这碗混合着眼泪和父爱的雪梨汤，仰起头咕咚咕咚地喝完，爸爸才满意地走出房门。
One night, I was doing my homework when suddenly there was a hurried knock on the door. I saw my dad's left leg on the ground and his right leg hanging in mid air. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that half a month ago, my dad was riding an electric bike too fast and overturned, causing a slight fracture to his left leg. I also feel sorry when I see my father walking with a cane in his right hand. Mom quickly ran over and said, '; Alas, your legs are inconvenient and you are not allowed to go out, but you must buy snow pear for your son. ” I found my father was holding a large bag of snow pear in his hand. My father wiped the sweat on his head and said:“ It's OK. This is nothing. snow pear soup should be drunk every day, so that the child can get better quickly. ” After listening to my parents' conversation, I deeply realized that what my father was holding was not snow pear at all, but a heavy father's love. After a while, I put a bowl of snow pear soup on my desk as usual. Every time, my father brought it himself, and each time, he told me to drink it while it was hot. I held this bowl of snow pear soup mixed with tears and my father's love, raised my head and drank it, then my father left the room satisfied.
父母对孩子的爱，犹如满天星斗一般，也像河流一般，甜蜜又美好。
The love of parents for their children is like stars all over the sky, and also like a river, sweet and beautiful.