在我的记忆中,厨房的门永远是为母亲开着的,里面的身影也总是固定的。而每当母亲在厨房接受烟熏火烤时,父亲不是坐在沙发上看报,就是坐在电视机旁欣赏精彩的电视节目,他从不问关于厨房的事,更谈不上会帮母亲什么忙了。有一天,母亲忽然进了医院,我吓得哭了,幸好只是动了个小手术 In my memory, the kitchen door is always open for mothers, the figure is always fixed. Whenever his mother was smoked in the kitchen and smoked, his father sat on the sofa reading a newspaper or sitting on a television watching a wonderful television program. He never asked about the kitchen, let alone his mother What’s the matter One day, my mother suddenly entered the hospital, I was scared to cry, but fortunately just moved a minor surgery