“母亲啊 ,你是荷叶 ,我是红莲 ,心中的雨点来了 ,谁是我无遮盖天空下的荫蔽 ?”看着眼前冰心奶奶的诗句 ,不禁想起了日夜为我奔波的母亲。每天早晨 ,当我睁开朦胧睡眼 ,用手打开床边的台灯时 ,总会看到在那柔和光辉照射下 ,整整齐齐摆放着的七块钱 ,这是我一天搭车带吃饭的总 “Mother, you are the lotus leaf, I am the lotus, the raindrops in my heart, who is the shadow of my uncovering the sky?” I looked at Bing Xin’s grandmother’s poem, can not help but think of my mother running around for me. Every morning, when I open the dim sleepy, hand-opened the bedside table lamp, I always see in that soft light, the neatly placed seven dollars, this is my day to ride with a total of eating