“世上只有妈妈好,有妈的孩子像个宝……”每当唱起这首歌时,我就想起我的妈妈。我的妈妈是木业公司一名普通的工人。今年刚刚35岁,繁重的劳动使妈妈过早的衰老了。原本乌黑的秀发里掺杂了一些银丝,皱纹不知从何时起悄悄地爬上了额角。妈妈个子不高,150厘米的身高像巨人一样撑起了整个家庭。妈妈为了我们能过上好日子,每天起早贪黑的工作。每天当最后一颗晨星还没退去,妈妈已经起床喂猪,喂鸡,喂鸭,整理房间,然后为我 “Only the mother is good in the world, the mother with the child is like a treasure ... ” Whenever I sing this song, I think of my mother. My mother is an ordinary worker in a wood company. Just 35 years old this year, the heavy labor so that my mother premature aging. Originally black hair dipped in a number of silver, wrinkles do not know since when quietly climbed the forehead. Mom is not tall, 150 cm in height like a giant propped up the whole family. Mom for us to live a good life, day and night daring work. Every day when the last morning moon has not receded, my mother has got up to feed the pigs, feed the chickens, feed the ducks, clean up the room,