望着餐桌上的苹果,心中涌起一丝暖意,原来爱可以如此简单。妈妈,一个再也平凡不过的家庭妇女。在我的记忆中,她似乎从未为我做过一件令我感动的事。她在我眼中,是那么平凡朴素、那么没有情趣、那么不懂浪漫,我甚至怀疑过她对我的爱。直到有一天,我改变了对她的看法。“又是这分数,唉……”我一手拿着卷子,一手用钥匙打开了房门。“回来啦!”屋内传来一声轻柔的声音。“嗯!”我随口答道。“很累了吧,今天还好吗?”妈妈问道。 Looking at the apple on the table, the heart filled with a trace of warmth, the original love can be so simple. Mom, an ordinary family woman. In my memory, she never seemed to have done something that touched me. She in my eyes, is so simple, so no interest, then do not understand romance, I even doubt her love for me. Until one day, I changed her view. “This is the score again, alas ...” I held the test paper in one hand and opened the door with the key in one hand. “Come back! ” There came a soft voice. “Um! ” I casually replied. “Tired, are you today?” Asked my mother.