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“爸爸是船,妈妈是帆,带着小小的我驶向金色的彼岸……”可怜天下父母心,看着妈妈那忙碌的身影,我心中的感动油然而生。那个冬天的早晨,北风呼啸,路很滑,凛冽的北风吹得人抬不起头来,妈妈推出自行车,一步一步蹬着送我上学。我见妈妈满头大汗,气喘吁吁,显然骑得很费力,看样子是有些蹬不动了,我便灵机一动,说:“剩下的路不
”Dad is the boat, my mother is a sail, with a small I drove towards the golden shore ... “ Poor world parents heart, watching her busy mother's figure, my heart moved from the spontaneous. That winter morning, the north wind roared, the road was slippery, and the biting northerly wind blew up. My mother launched a bicycle and stepped forward and took me to school. I saw my mother sweating, breathless, apparently riding very hard, it seems that some of the Stirrups, and I have a brainwave, said: ”The rest of the road is not