窗外，寒风呼啸，撕扯着一切。树枝已光秃秃的，传递着冬的信息。我坐在温暖的室内，却指尖冰凉，双手通红肿胀。突然一阵暖意传来，原来妈妈为我披了件棉袄。我头也不抬地说“干嘛”，妈妈却笑了笑：“没事啊。”
Outside the window, the cold wind howls, tearing apart everything. The branches are bare, conveying the message of winter. I am sitting in a warm room, but my fingertips are cold and my hands are red and swollen. Suddenly, a warm feeling came over me. It turned out that my mother had put on a cotton jacket for me. I didn't even look up and said, '; Why? "; But my mother smiled and said; It's all right. ”
我又继续埋头写作业，觉得有些口干，就对妈妈说：“妈，我想吃苹果”。妈妈顿时微怒：“大冬天的，吃什么苹果，又想肚子痛啊！”我有些不高兴：“不就吃个苹果么，不吃就不吃，哼！”我看着妈妈转身离开。
I continued to bury my head in my homework and felt a bit dry, so I said to my mom, '; Mom, I want to eat an apple;. Mom suddenly became slightly angry:; What kind of apple to eat in winter, and I feel like my stomach hurts! ” I'm a little unhappy:; Don't you just eat an apple? If you don't eat it, then you won't eat it. Hmph! ” I watched my mother turn around and leave.
我从小胃就不太好，却偏偏喜欢吃生冷的，包括冬日的苹果。常常胃一旦经刺激性的食物，自然三天两头地肚子痛。每次我吃完苹果后，妈妈一边给我喝蜂蜜水，一边责备我。而我只是笑了笑。
I have had a weak stomach since I was young, but I have always enjoyed eating raw and cold foods, including winter apples. Once the stomach is exposed to stimulating food, it naturally experiences frequent stomach pain. Every time I finish eating an apple, my mom gives me honey water while blaming me. And I just smiled.
我又继续写作业，心却不静了。我放下笔，想起了一件件往事：我每回考试失利时，妈妈总会在我的身边一遍遍地为我讲解错题，然后微笑地摸着我的小辫子，对丧气的我说：“别不高兴了，咱下次不犯同样的错题就好了。”仿佛犯错的不是我而是她，于是我心中的乌云顿时散了；我每晚写作业妈妈都会陪着我，她一边织毛衣，一边柔情地瞅着我；每当我做事情受挫就要放弃时，恼怒了的妈妈会狠狠地骂我几句，我受不了了，独自在房间哭泣，不一会儿，妈妈却推开门向我道歉……
I continued to do my homework, but my heart was not calm anymore. I put down my pen and remembered a few past events: every time I failed an exam, my mother would always be by my side explaining the wrong questions to me over and over again, then smiling and touching my little braid, saying to me who was discouraged:; Don't be unhappy, just let's not make the same mistake next time. ” As if it wasn't me who made the mistake, but her, the dark clouds in my heart suddenly dissipated; My mother accompanies me every night when I do my homework. She knits sweaters and looks at me tenderly; Whenever I feel frustrated and want to give up, my angry mother scolds me fiercely. I can't take it anymore and cry alone in my room. Soon, my mother opens the door and apologizes to me; …
为什么每回都等妈妈向我道歉，难道真的是她错了？
Why do I always wait for my mom to apologize to me? Is it really her fault?
这会儿，我有点愧疚，想打开门，去向妈妈道歉。但门开了，妈妈手中拿了一个苹果，递给我。我心中一下开朗了，明白了妈妈的心意，接过苹果，感觉温温的，就疑惑地问：“怎么是温的？”“放心，纯天然的，可食用。”妈妈所答非所问，脸上漾着微笑。我将苹果伸向嘴边，微黄的泛着水汽的苹果，唇齿还没接触，湿热的气息已经扑面袭来，带头母亲的温暖，像冬日的太阳。我便大咬了一口，一时觉得它不像用了微波炉。不同于以往的凉意，反而湿热得仿佛果肉也要即将融化。果肉中的汁液在口腔内四溢，所接触的牙齿没有被冻得失去知觉，丝丝缕缕的湿热萦绕在牙床上，仿佛是一个无形的网，细细密密的笼住了它们。虽咬起来不太清脆，可那温和的甜格外暖心，温暖了整个心房，戳中心中那处柔软的地方。
At this moment, I feel a little guilty and want to open the door to apologize to my mother. But the door opened and my mother held an apple in her hand and handed it to me. I suddenly brightened up in my heart, understood my mother's intentions, took the apple, felt warm, and asked in confusion:; Why is it warm? ” “ Don't worry, it's pure natural and edible. ” Mom's answer was irrelevant, with a smile on her face. I reached out the apple to my mouth, a slightly yellow one with a hint of moisture. Before my lips and teeth could even touch it, the damp and hot scent had already hit my face, leading me to feel the warmth of my mother, like the winter sun. I took a big bite and for a moment felt like it didn't look like a microwave oven. Unlike the usual coolness, it is damp and hot as if the flesh is about to melt. The juice in the fruit pulp overflowed in the mouth, and the teeth in contact were not frozen unconscious. Strands of damp heat lingered on the gums, like an invisible net, tightly enclosing them. Although the bite may not be very crisp, the gentle sweetness is particularly heartwarming, warming the entire heart and poking the soft spot in the center.
我不再像往常那样大口大口地吃，而是慢慢地品尝。妈妈站在一旁问我：“不好吃吗？”我说：“你怎么把它弄温的？”“用热汽水蒸的呗。”我凝视妈妈，发现她被水汽润湿了的睫毛，便扑向她的怀抱，娇媚地说：“妈，谢谢您！”妈妈没有回答，将我轻轻搂了一下，又伸开了手。
I no longer eat big mouthfuls as usual, but slowly savor them. My mother stood aside and asked me, '; Isn't it delicious? ” I said: '; How did you warm it up? ” “ Steam it with hot soda. ” I gazed at my mother and noticed her eyelashes moistened with water vapor. I pounced on her embrace and coquettishly said; Mom, thank you! ” My mother didn't answer, she gently hugged me and extended her hand.
我回到写字桌前，手里还有未吃完的苹果。泛黄的苹果在眼中是这般可亲可爱，如同慈祥的母爱。母亲如太阳般源源不断地给予我们温暖，却又不至于将你烧伤，而是涓涓细流式的暖，一点点融化心中的雪。我忽然觉得自己以前是多么幼稚。从这以后，我会懂得感恩，懂得去关爱，去体谅。
I returned to my desk with an unfinished apple in my hand. The yellowed apple is so approachable and lovely in the eyes, like a kind mother's love. Mother, like the sun, constantly gives us warmth, but it doesn't burn you. Instead, it's a gentle stream of warmth that melts the snow in our hearts bit by bit. I suddenly feel how naive I used to be. From now on, I will learn to be grateful, to love and understand.