我是个貌不惊人的小男孩,做事拖拖拉拉,说话支支吾吾,一点也没有男子汉的气概,为此,也在心里恨过自己多少回。一个星期前的傍晚,我放学回家,见母亲眼角噙着泪花正坐着慢慢折叠衣服。我好奇地问:“妈,你怎么了?”母亲抬起头,目不转睛地盯着我,眼泪像断了线的珠子扑簌簌地落下来 I am a little boy who does not look amazing. She has to work hard to procrastinate. I have not even talked about manly manners. For this reason, I hate myself for how many times. One evening a week ago, I came home from school, see my mother's eyes and tears are sitting slowly folding clothes. I curiously asked: “Mom, what happened to you?” Mother looked up, staring at me intently, tears like a broken string of beads falling out of flutter