12月24日,本来是快乐的圣诞节,但天上莫名地下起小雨,雨滴滴答答地落下来,好像是一场不祥雨。因为,就在这天,妈妈突然中风……“妈妈中风了,生死垂危……”爸爸的话如同晴天霹雳,吓得我心都快跳出来了。一路上,我顾不上打伞,满脸都是雨水和泪水。这些我都无心顾及,心里只想着亲爱的妈妈。 December 24, would have been a happy Christmas, but the sky inexplicable from the light rain, falling down raindrops, as if it was an ominous rain. Because, on this day, my mother suddenly stroke ... ... “Mom’s stroke, dying ... ...” My father’s words are like a bolt from the blue, scared my heart almost jumped out. Along the way, I can not attend to the umbrella, his face is full of rain and tears. I have no heart to mind these, my heart only thinking of my dear mother.