放学了,大家收拾好东西,背起书包站排,准备回家。站排的时候,我踮着脚向校门口望去,寻找妈妈的身影,盼望回家的心情可想而知。队伍向校门口移动,远远地,我就看到妈妈的脖子伸得长长的,在出校门的学生中寻找我,一副焦急不安的样子。我从队伍中走出,迎向妈妈。妈妈不分青红皂白,劈头盖脸地把我埋怨了一顿:“我怕你会等我,特意早来了一些,等到现在都失去了耐心。你们班怎么总是最晚出来呢?”我委屈地解释:“其实我们早就出来了,因为排队拖延了时间。” After school, we packed up, stood backpacks, ready to go home. Standing row, I stumbled to the school gate looking to find the shadow of my mother, hoping to go home the mood can be imagined. The team moved to the school gate, and far, I saw my mother's neck stretched long, looking for me in the school gate students, an anxious look. I walked out of the team, to meet her mother. My mother indiscriminate, blame me blame me: “I'm afraid you will wait for me, specifically some earlier, until now have lost their patience, how do you class always come out? ” My grievance Explained: “Actually, we've come out long ago because queuing delays.”