一个平常的春天,一位饱经风霜的母亲,向别人讨了几棵树苗。她要把苗栽在门前。母亲栽完树后,她的孩子从屋里一拐一拐地走出来。“妈妈,把这棵小树也栽下吧!”孩子的手里擎着一棵树苗。那是她丢弃的一棵。它又瘦又小,甚至还有一些枯萎。孩子吃力地站在母亲的面前。他是她最小的 In a normal spring, a weather-beaten mother consulted with others for a few saplings. She wants to plant seedlings in front of the door. After the mother planted the tree, her child limped out of the house. “Mother, let’s plant this little tree!” The child’s hand is holding a sapling. That was the one she had discarded. It is thin and small, and there is even some withering. The child was struggling to stand in front of his mother. He is her smallest