童年的记忆里,母亲很少对我笑,我很怕她,也很讨厌她总是追着我打。那时候的我倔强而又顽劣,固执地认为母亲并不在意我。直到离家后才发现,我一直是母亲心心念念牵挂着的孩子。儿时的我喜欢和小伙伴们到河里游泳,母亲无数次地责骂,却始终被我当作耳旁风。10岁那年夏天,河水暴涨,水流湍急。一天放学后,我又和小伙伴们跑到河边嬉戏,直到天黑才想起回家。我蹑手蹑脚地打开门,发现母亲正黑着脸坐在院子里,旁边还有一摊碎小的砖头渣。她先是劈 Childhood memories, my mother rarely smiled at me, I am afraid of her, but also very annoying that she always chasing me to fight. At that time, I was stubborn and stubborn, stubbornly think my mother did not care about me. I did not realize until after I left home that I had been a child whom my mother would never miss. Childhood, I like to swim with my little friends in the river, my mother scolded countless times, but it has always been my ear off the wind. The summer of 10 years, the river soared, fast-flowing. One day after school, I went to the riverside with my little friends and did not think of going home until it was dark. I crept open the door and found my mother was sitting in the yard with a black face, next to a small brick residue. She first split