记忆深处的妈妈有一头柔软的青丝,它们总是轻柔地拂过我的脸颊。抬起头来,四目相对,她粲然的眼睛里有我,我的眼睛里也映着她。这时,她便会眨眨眼对我说:“看星星?”那时,她那样简单的动作,就能引诱我对夜空充满期待。妈妈如往常一样蹲下来,待我坐到她肩上,她再站起来将我送到房顶,而自己则手往房檐一搭,脚在墙上轻快地一蹬,便也上去了。屋顶不高,但我依然怀疑妈妈是不是天 The memory of the mother has a soft black hair, they always softly brush my cheek. Looked up, four eyes relative, she suddenly eyes me, my eyes also reflected her. At this moment, she would say to me in a blink of an eye: “Look at the stars? ” At that time, her simple action can lure me to look forward to the night sky. As usual, my mother crouched down until I sat down on her shoulder. She stood up again and sent me to the roof, while I was holding my hand over the eaves and my feet on the wall briskly, and I went up. The roof is not high, but I still doubt my mother is not the day