一张普通的脸上,一双略显疲惫的大眼睛,额头上刻着数不清的皱纹,顶着一头有点凌乱的头发,整天忙碌着,有时嘴里也哼几句不知名的小调……这个人,就是我的妈妈。记忆里,爸爸身体一向不好,不怎么管教我们。妈妈则一直充当着一个凶悍无理又小气的人。她会为了一件极其细小的事大吵大叫,让人心烦不已;她会为了一两块钱而跟小贩讨价还价;她会为了少得可怜的一点工资守在她的岗位上……记得,那是小学三年级的一天。那天是周末,我和弟弟很快写完了作业,一起出去玩了。快到中午,我便先回家。妈妈已做好了饭,等着我们俩。见我回来,便叫我去喊弟弟回家吃饭。我欢快地答应着,一阵风似的跑了。弟弟他们在不远处 An ordinary face, a slightly tired eyes, his forehead engraved with numerous wrinkles, wore a little messy hair, busy all day, and sometimes his mouth hum a few unknown minor ... This person is my mother. Memory, father’s body has always been poor, not how to discipline us. Mother has always been an aggressive, stingy person. She would be upset for a very small thing; she would bargain with a hawker for a dollar or two; she would keep her for a meager little paycheck ... Remember, That is the third day of elementary school. That day is a weekend, my brother and I soon finished homework, go out and play together. As early as noon, I will go home first. Mom has already done the meal, waiting for both of us. See me back, they asked me to call my brother go home to eat. I promised happily, a gust of wind ran. They are not far from brother