夜凉如水,路在脚下延伸,思绪如那乍起的夜风荡漾起来……刚上初中,爸妈不放心我一个人回家,无论放学多迟,妈妈总是骑车到校门口等我。寒风刺骨的冬天,放学虽不迟,但夜幕降临得早,出门已难见五指。可一出校门总能一眼看见伫立在寒风中的妈妈。她用那手心中仅剩的一点余温温暖着我,给我披上一件厚厚的外套,让我坐上电瓶车,便疾驰而去。 Night cool, the road extends at the foot, thoughts such as the night wind rippling up ... just go to junior high school, my parents do not trust me to go home alone, no matter how late childhood, my mother always rides to the school gate waiting for me . Breeze winter, after school is not late, but the night falls early, go out has been hard to see fingers. Can be a school door can always see a standing in the cold in the mother. She kept me warm with the remaining warmth of the hand, and gave me a thick jacket that allowed me to sit on the battery car and gallop away.