我的妈妈,不高不矮,微胖的身材。额头上闪着几丝浅浅的皱纹,脸上常常挂着微笑。她不伟大,在别人面前不伟大;在我面前也如此,至少,以前是这样。每个周末,她都要为我做相同的事:清早,拉着我一起去运动、然后一起吃早点、中途不断地跟我 My mother, not tall and short, a little fat figure. Forehead flashing a few shallow lines of wrinkles, his face often hung a smile. She is not great, not great before others; so is it before me, at least, before. Every weekend, she has to do the same thing for me: early in the morning, take me to exercise, and then eat together early, halfway stop with me