寒风凛冽地刮着,下了晚自习的我刚走出学校的大门,来到那十字交叉路口,便远远望见路灯下那个熟悉的身影。灯光的照耀下,那个熟悉的身影好似披上了一层朦胧的轻纱,心酸了……风急促地摩擦我的脸颊,不给我愣神的机会。我激动地跑过去迎接那个熟悉的人——是的,她是妈妈,我的亲人!握住妈妈的手,我的身体不禁轻轻一颤。那是一种透心的凉意,寒冬腊月中冰库里的冰雕就 Breeze blowing, I had just got out of the school study hall late night, came to the crossroads, they would have seen from afar that familiar figure. Light shining, the familiar figure seems to be put on a layer of hazy veil, sad ... Wind quickly rub my cheek, do not give me stupid chance. I am excited to run to meet the familiar person - yes, she is my mother, my dear! Hold my mother’s hand, my body can not help but gently shiver. That is a kind of heart of coolness, ice in the winter in the ice in the ice sculpture on