想来,当消防兵已经整整8个年头了。过往的岁月里,为数不多的假期令我几乎忘记了母亲额头上有多少条皱纹,家门前的小河旁到底有几棵树;记得的,只是那个炊烟袅袅的傍晚,母亲倚在木门旁,喊着不远处的我回家吃饭,我一回头,看到了夕阳下母亲蓝色的围裙还有那鬓角落下的长发,是那样的温暖、美丽。于是,我笑着,奔向母亲……而后,便是无穷无尽的思念。那个傍晚,永远铭刻在我记忆深处,使我终生难忘。因为第二天,我将踏上远行的列车,成为一名光荣的消防兵。母亲心中百般不舍,她蹲在地上,默默地为我收拾着行李,衣服、裤子、药物……所有能想 Come on, when the fire brigade has a full 8 years. In the past years, the few days of vacation made me forget almost the wrinkles on my mother’s forehead, and there were several trees beside the river in front of my house. I remember, in the evening when the smoke was curling, my mother leaned against the wooden door , Shouting not far from me to go home to eat, I look back and saw the mother blue apron sunset there long hair that corner, is so warm and beautiful. So, I smiled, ran to the mother ... ... And then, it is endless thoughts. That evening, forever engraved in my memory, so that I will never forget. Because the next day, I will embark on a long-distance train and become a glorious firefighter. Her mother in every possible way, she squatted on the ground, quietly packed up for my luggage, clothes, pants, medicine ... ... all can think