当我们从稚嫩的花苞逐渐长成亭亭玉立的鲜花时,是谁一直保护你,不让你接受风吹雨打?是谁一直在替你挡住火辣辣的阳光?是父母。而我们又何时送上一句温暖的问候?记得那是一个夜晚,外面下着瓢泼大雨,妈妈来叫我吃饭,我全身无力从嗓子眼硬挤出两个字说:“不吃。”妈妈快步走了过来,关切地问:“是不是发烧了,孩子他爸,把温度计拿来。”妈妈给我量了体温大叫道:“39度5,快,我们去医院。”朦胧之中,我瞥见爸爸冲出 When we grow from tender buds into slim flowers, who has been protecting you, let you accept the wind and rain? Who has been blocking the hot sun for you? Is the parents. And when did we send a warm greeting? I remember it was a night, pouring rain outside, my mother came to me to eat, I was unable to squeeze out the words from my throat hard words: “Do not eat. ” Mom walked quickly and asked with concern: “is not a fever, the child his father, brought the thermometer. ” Mom gave me the amount of temperature shouted: “39 degrees 5, fast, we go to the hospital . ”Obscure, I caught a glimpse of my father out