“世界上最遥远的距离,不是生与死的距离,而是我站在你面前。你却不知道我爱你!”。每当念着这首诗,我就会情不自禁地想到———妈妈一个刀子嘴豆腐心的人。虽然爱唠叨,但那双勤劳的手,把家整理得井井有条。尤其是对我无微不至地关爱,让我觉得彼此之间非常亲密——没有距离。如有,那一定是爱的距 “The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but I stand in front of you. You don’t know that I love you!” Whenever I read this poem, I couldn’t help but think of it—my mother’s cursed bean curd. Although I love you, my diligent hands keep my home organized. Especially sincere care for me makes me feel very close to each other - no distance. If yes, it must be the distance of love