老屋设计得不好,屋檐太长,只有一个房间可以晒到太阳,父母就把我的卧室安在这里。每天放学,我踏着四五点钟的阳光回家,母亲会早早地坐在那间屋里看着我推门进来,然后,亲切地唤一声:“回来了?”“嗯。”我一边应着一边把书包往床上一扔,把所有作业在桌子上摊开,像往常一样开始写。母亲在旁边,偶尔会在我遇到难题被卡住时,给我几句指点。随着桌上的阳光移动,我的作业也渐渐减少。等到太阳完全隐在了远山后面,母亲 The old house was poorly designed, the eaves were too long, and only one room could be sun-dried, my parents put my bedroom here. Every day after school, I walked home with the sunshine of four or five o’clock, and the mother would sit in the room early and watch me push the door in. Then I kindly called out: “Back? ” “Well. ”While I was throwing my schoolbag over the bed, I spread out all my work on the table and started writing as usual. Next to my mother, I occasionally give me a few pointers when I encounter problems. As the sun on my desk moved, my homework dropped off. Wait until the sun is completely hidden behind the mountains, my mother