成长路上,妈妈教会了我赠人玫瑰,手留余香。生日那天,妈妈送给我一辆火红的赛车,我爱不释手,一直摆弄着。表弟来了,眼中闪过羡慕的神色。傍晚,表弟要回家了。意想不到的,表弟紧紧地抱着我的赛车,嘴里嚷着:“我要!我要嘛!”我不撒手,急得快哭了,用求助的目光看向妈妈。妈妈皱了皱眉头,很快又漾开笑意看着我,朝我摇摇头。我好像读懂了妈妈眼神中的安慰与提醒。慢慢地,我松开了手。我目送抱 Growing up, my mother taught me a gift of roses, hand stay lingering fragrance. Birthday, my mother gave me a red car, I put it down, has been playing with. Cousin came, the eyes flashed the look of envy. In the evening, my cousin is going home. Unexpected, cousin tightly holding my car, his mouth cried: “I want! I want! ” I do not let go, anxious to cry quickly, looking for help with the mother’s eyes. Mother frowned, and soon opened a smile looking at me, shook my head toward me. I seem to read my mother’s eyes in the comfort and reminder. Slowly, I release my hand. I look forward to hold