今天是母亲节，细数与妈妈一起的日子，一个个温馨的镜头如电影般在心头闪过：一次次牵手，一声声叮咛：“孩子，你冷吗？”“孩子，你热吗？”“孩子，你饿吗？”“孩子，没事，勇敢站起来，我们是男子汉！”……
Today is Mother's Day. Counting the days spent with my mother, warm shots flash through my heart like movies: holding hands time and time again, reminding me:; Child, are you cold? ” “ Child, are you hot? ” “ Child, are you hungry? ” “ Child, it's okay, stand up bravely, we are men! ” … …
时间如流水一般匆匆而逝，很多的记忆已随日子的消逝而褪色。但有一件事，让我历历在目，感动不已——
Time flies by like flowing water, and many memories have faded with the passing of time. But there is one thing that left a vivid impression on me and moved me deeply -; —
那是个阳光明媚的午后，温暖如春。妈妈带着我去图书馆看书。可能是我们看书太投入了，一晃已经过去几个小时。四点多了，我们把书整理好放回书架，准备离开图书馆。一打开图书馆的大门，一阵寒风吹来，天啊，好冷啊！室内和室外简直就是一个春天，一个冬天。因为中午不冷，我们穿的衣服都不多。这时，妈妈毫不犹豫地脱下她的外套，套在我的身上。大大的外套，套住小小的我，多么温暖。妈妈骑上电瓶车，带上我回家了。
It was a sunny afternoon, warm as spring. My mother took me to the library to read. Perhaps we were too engrossed in reading, and a few hours had already passed in a blink of an eye. It's past four o'clock, we sorted the books and put them back on the shelf, ready to leave the library. As soon as I opened the door of the library, a cold wind blew in. Oh my, it's so cold! Indoor and outdoor are like a spring, a winter. Because it's not cold at noon, we don't wear many clothes. At this moment, my mother didn't hesitate to take off her coat and put it on me. A big coat, enveloping the little me, how warm it is. Mom got on the electric scooter and took me home.
一路上，凛冽的寒风迎面而来，在耳边呼呼作响。妈妈用命令似的口吻说：“快把头贴在我背上，这样风就吹不到脸上了。”我担心地问：“妈妈，那你呢？你的脸也被风吹到，怎么办？”“妈妈不冷。”可是我听她说话的声音都是哆嗦着的。
Along the way, a cold wind came towards us, whistling in our ears. Mom said in a commanding tone, '; Put your head on my back quickly, so the wind won't blow on my face. ” I asked anxiously: "; Mom, what about you? What should I do if your face is also blown by the wind? ” “ Mom is not cold. ” But her voice trembled as I listened to her speak.
终于到了家，我被妈妈温暖的背和外套保护得安然无恙，而妈妈却冻得脸色发紫、喷嚏不断。到晚上，妈妈发烧了。看着妈妈烧得通红的脸，我哭了。妈妈却像没事一样，抚摸着我的头微笑着说：“傻孩子哭什么，妈妈没事。”
Finally arriving home, I was protected safely by my mother's warm back and coat, while her face turned purple and she sneezed incessantly from the cold. By evening, my mother had a fever. Looking at my mother's face burning red, I cried. But my mother, as if nothing was wrong, touched my head and smiled, saying; Why is a silly child crying? Mom is fine. ”
事情虽然过去了很久，但它时时感动着我。
Although it has been a long time, it constantly moves me.
母爱如伞，为我遮风挡雨；母爱如歌，伴我一路成长。
Mother's love is like an umbrella, shielding me from wind and rain; Mother's love is like a song, accompanying me throughout my growth.