妈妈今年四十多岁,高高的身材,有些偏瘦,生活的拮据使她老了很多,额头早早地爬上几丝浅浅的皱纹。说实话,妈妈一点也不漂亮,但街坊邻居都喜欢她,因为她为人善良。她的品质也深深影响着我,有一件事我总是忘不了。那是一个炎热的上午,太阳像个大火球烤着大地,屋里热得像蒸笼。我坐在房间里,不停地摇扇子,但汗珠还是照样滚落下来。我对妈妈说: Mom in her forties this year, tall, some slim, life constraints made her a lot older, his forehead climbed a few meters early shallow wrinkles. To be honest, my mother is not pretty at all, but neighbors like her because of her kindness. Her quality has a profound impact on me, one thing I always forget. It was a hot morning, the sun roasted the earth like a big fireball, the room was like a steamer. I sat in the room, constantly shaking the fans, but still dripping sweat down. I said to my mother: