曾听人说:世间有部大书永远读不完,那便是母爱。母亲对儿女的爱,深似海、宽无边。面对着母亲苍苍的白发,憔悴的容颜;感受着母亲粗糙却温暖的抚摸,琐碎却细心的照顾,我曾不止一次地潸然泪下。同时,一种来自灵魂深处的声音越来越强烈地敲击着我的心扉“文枫,你已不再是一个幼稚的小孩儿了,妈妈那样劳累,又那样疼你、爱你,你将何以回报?”是啊,我将何以回报,才能抚平妈妈额头上的皱纹呢? Have heard people say: a great book never read the world, it is maternal love. Mother love of children, deep sea, wide boundless. Faced with her mother's gray hair, gaunt face; feel the mother's rough but warm touch, trivial but careful care, I have repeatedly shed tears. At the same time, a voice from the depths of the soul more and more beating my heart “Wen Feng, you are no longer a childish child, mom so tired, so hurt you, love you, How will you return? ”Yes, I will return in order to heal my forehead wrinkles it?