我家门前有一口井。它供给了我家日常用水。不知何时它就已经在那里了。我妈妈特别珍爱它。妈妈干完活,总是搬来一张小板凳,哼着小曲,坐在水井边,用抹布轻轻擦拭井周围的水泥壁。那目光温和得像面对自己小时的伙伴。每当这样的时候,我的小嘴里总会蹦出十万个“为什么”妈妈就会微笑着给我讲。妈妈的老家,也就是我外婆家原来也有一口水井。这口井陪伴着她度过童年。小时候的妈妈 There is a well in front of my house. It provides my family daily water. I do not know when it is already there. My mum particularly loves it. Mom worked, always moved to a small bench, humming the song, sitting on the side of the well, with a rag gently wipe wells around the cement wall. That looks as gentle as his hour companion. Whenever this is the case, my little mouth always jumped out of thousands. “Why?” Mom smiled and told me. Mom’s hometown, that is, my grandmother turned out to have a well. This well accompanied her through childhood. Childhood mother