别人的妈妈颇有智慧，干起事来雷厉风行，我的妈妈不一样，她每天都要带着一件随身物品——黑色记事本，在我起床时，放学时……她总会拿起本子看一看，写一写。
Other mothers are quite wise and decisive when it comes to things, but my mother is different. She carries a personal item with her every day - a black notebook. When I wake up or finish school... she always picks up the notebook to read and write.
今天周末，我起床起得很晚，妈妈在桌子上放了一张纸条：“妈妈走了，锅里有饼，记得吃。”不会吧，这应该是记事本上撕下来的第12张纸了。“真讨厌，天天留个本子给我，话也不说，好像记事本是我妈一样。”我小声喃喃。到了晚上，妈妈回来了，第一时间还是去翻那个黑色的记事本。
This weekend, I woke up very late and my mom put a piece of paper on the table: 'Mom's gone, there's cake in the pot, remember to eat it.' I can't believe it, this should be the 12th piece of paper torn off from my notebook. I really hate it, leaving a notebook for me every day without saying a word, as if the notebook is my mom, "I murmured softly. In the evening, my mother came back and immediately went to flip through the black notebook.
第二天，妈妈很早起来，往记事本里写了什么东西，塞到我的书包里，她边穿鞋边说：“妈妈今天可能不回来了，我也不能陪在你身边，记得看看本子，你今天的行程都在里边。”我吸着嘴，心里十分不情愿。很快，下学了，我翻开记事本，里面夹着10元钱，是我的打车费，哎，妈妈每天就靠一个记事本来管我，这样的日子什么时候是个头啊。我把记事本扔进书包，一眼都不想多看它。
The next day, my mom got up early and wrote something in her notebook, stuffing it into my backpack. As she put on her shoes, she said, "Mom may not be back today, and I can't be with you. Remember to check your notebook. Your itinerary for today is all in it." I sucked my mouth, feeling very reluctant. Quickly, after finishing school, I opened my notebook and found 10 yuan in it, which was my taxi fare. Oh, my mom only manages me with a notebook every day. When will this kind of life end. I tossed my notebook into my backpack, not wanting to look at it too much.
妈妈今天好像不回来了，我突然觉得有点怕，窗外的月亮好像在对我狞笑，饭桌前的玩偶眼睛好像动了一下……灯光白得闪眼，我本能地抓起记事本，打开那一页，熟悉的字体出现在眼前：9点前要写完作业，记得10点要准时睡觉，定个闹钟，明天起床别迟到。那一行行平时我讨厌的字，此刻仿佛成了我平复心情的镇静剂。我看着那些字，一遍一遍，脑海中尽是妈妈平时对我无微不至的关怀画面。那一刻，我不再想对妈妈冷眼相待了，因为妈妈就在我身边呀。
Mom doesn't seem to be coming back today, and I suddenly feel a little scared. The moon outside the window seems to be smiling at me, and the doll's eyes at the dining table seem to have moved... The lights are so white that they flicker. Instinctively, I grabbed my notebook and opened the page, and familiar fonts appeared in front of me: I have to finish my homework before 9 o'clock, remember to go to bed on time at 10 o'clock, set an alarm, and don't be late for waking up tomorrow. That line of words that I usually hate, now seem to have become a sedative for me to calm my mood. I looked at those words, over and over again, and my mind was filled with images of my mother's meticulous care for me. At that moment, I no longer wanted to treat my mother coldly because she was right beside me.
这时，家门突然打开了，是妈妈回来了！我扑进她怀里大声喊着：“妈妈，妈妈。”她似乎察觉到了我的不一样，便一句句安慰：“别怕，妈妈在。哎，本来8点前能回的，路上太堵了，你要不敢自己在，妈妈以后争取不上夜班了，行吗？”我感觉妈妈身上有一种光芒，黑夜辨白天，有阳光照在我们身上。
At this moment, the door suddenly opened and it was my mother who had returned! I threw myself into her arms and shouted loudly, 'Mom, Mom.' She seemed to notice something different about me and comforted me one by one, saying, 'Don't be afraid, Mom is here. Ah, we were supposed to be back before 8 o'clock, but the road was too congested. If you dare not be here by yourself, Mom won't work night shifts in the future, okay?' I felt a kind of light shining on my mother. Night distinguished day, and sunshine shone on us.
虽然记事本十分普通，可那是我妈妈的“分身”！
Although the notepad is very ordinary, it is my mother's "clone"!