世间暖流莫如母爱,清甜之水灌溉心田。上善若水,弱之胜强,柔之胜刚,世上莫不知,莫不能,母爱如水。——题记中午,我与母亲一同进餐,我倒汤不慎,滚烫的汤汁倾盆而下落到手臂间,随即我一声尖叫,巨痛难忍。母亲见状,急忙拿出毛巾替我擦干汤汁,可为时已晚,我的手臂上已冒出一个又一个泡,白皙的手臂似铺了一张胭红的薄纱,间隔着水泡,一阵阵麻痛。母亲看着我那可怜的手臂,叮嘱着我:“你呀,做事就是不小心,倒个汤就弄成‘红烧手’一样,下次一定要看清楚,可千万别再弄出个啥伤来,知道吗?”我痛得呲牙 Mo warm world like maternal love, sweet water irrigation heart. On the good of the water, the weak wins the strong, soft wins just, the world I do not know, can not, maternal love water. - inscription noon, I dined with my mother, I poured the soup careless, hot soup poured into the arm and down, then I screamed, huge pain unbearable. My mother saw her, hurriedly took out the towel for me to dry the soup, it was too late, my arm has emerged one after another bubble, white arm like a shop with a rouge chiffon, a blister, a while A row of numbness. My mother looked at my poor arm and told me: “You, work is careless, pour soup into the ’braised hands’, the next must see clearly, but do not come up with a Shabian come, do you know? ”" I hurt bared teeth