星期六早上七点,妈妈照例被自己的生物钟叫醒,照例开始打扫由于工作繁忙而存积了一周的灰尘……“妈妈……妈妈……”十岁的儿子醒来,还没起床就唤妈妈,“我今天穿什么?我的衣服呢?今天早晨吃什么?我们到哪玩?”一连串的问题,妈妈无暇顾及,脸上只写着疲惫和无奈。教室的过道上有一张废纸团,老师请一位一年级的小朋友拾起来扔进垃圾箱,小朋友茫然地说:“这不是我扔的。” Saturday morning at seven o’clock in the morning, my mother wake up as usual by his own biological clock, as usual, began to clean up due to busy work and accumulated a week of dust ... ... “Mom ...... Mom ... ...” Ten-year-old son woke up, call wake up “What do I wear today? What do I wear today? What do I eat this morning? Where are we going?” A series of questions, my mother did not have time to think about it, my face was only exhausted and helpless. The classroom aisle with a piece of waste paper, the teacher asked a first-year children picked up and thrown into the trash can, children blankly said: “This is not my throw.”