Howl of the cold wind outside the window, there is light snow to flapping in rain window, make sound.
窗外寒风呼啸，雨中夹着小雪拍打着窗户，怦怦作响。
This day afternoon, after I wake up, mom has not cooked, but the already hungry cluck that get cluck made my gut. I say to mom: “ Mom, I am hungry, want to eat the yam that bake. ” mom asks strangely: Can “ want how suddenly to eat the yam that bake? ”“ I just daydream the dream arrived appetizing, reeky. Does this where on me of big Leng Tian go to ”“ be being bought to you? ”“ I no matter, I should eat. ” mom sees a window outside, see time again, at 5 o'clock, talking in whispers in a low voice: “ is so late, her abdomen affirms hunger, can you be where can be bought? ” mom puts on coat, wear scarf and hat. “ is good, I go be being bought to you, waiting in the home. ” said to give the door. I run back to a room happily, open TV, awaiting the yam of mom that bake.
这天下午，我睡醒后，妈妈还没有做饭，可我的肚子已经饿得咕咕叫了。我对妈妈说：“妈，我饿了，想吃烤红薯。”妈妈奇怪地问：“怎么突然会想吃烤红薯？”“我刚刚做梦梦到了香喷喷的，热气腾腾的。”“这大冷天的我上哪去给你买啊？”“我不管，我要吃。”妈妈看了看窗外，又看了看时间，五点了，小声嘀咕着：“那么晚了，她肚子肯定饿了，可是哪里能买到呢？”妈妈穿上外套，戴上围巾和帽子。“好，我去给你买，在家等着。”说完就出了门。我开心地跑回房间，打开电视，等待着妈妈的烤红薯。
The wind snow outside is bigger and bigger, and I am waited for however do not know the chill outside in air conditioning room, lie in by the nest in, look at TV, laugh very happily.
外面的风雪越来越大，而我却待在空调房里不知外面的寒冷，躺在被窝里，看着电视，笑得很开心。
Till me abdomen rang like feel uncertain, between the composition when looking, 5:30, I am a bit afraid, does time pass how so fast? How has not mom come back? What job won't give? I saw the glass of mist, listening to second hand to be in all the time tick the voice that with a tick takes, afraider and afraider. Made a telephone call then: “ Is am sorry, the telephone that you dial already closed machine ……” to hearing the voice in the phone I am more anxious ……
直到我肚子如打鼓一样响了起来，看了看时作文间，五点半了，我有点担心，时间过得怎么那么快？妈妈怎么还没回来？不会出什么事吧？我看了看起了雾的玻璃，听着秒针一直在滴答滴答走的声音，越来越担心。于是打起了电话：“对不起，您拨打的电话已关机……”听着电话里的声音我更加着急……
Next each minutes of each second is to suffer, I turn urgently all round like the ants on a hot pan, sweat on the hand. For a long time, hear the footstep on stair eventually. I open the door hastily, a cold wind is hit on my face, before subsequently a familiar form appears in me.
接下来的每一分每一秒都是煎熬，我急得像热锅上的蚂蚁团团转，手上冒汗。许久，终于听到楼梯上的脚步声了。我急忙打开门，一股寒冷的风打在我的脸上，随后一个熟悉的身影出现在我的眼前。
Mom of “ Mom …… you came back ……” I am choking with sobs. Mom closes the door at once. I look at her to be frozen stiff the nose with red aspic and the hand that quiver continuously were extended to me come over. I am happy in taking excited, tear emerged, I stay in close hug mom, cover however with oneself warm hand her hand ……
“妈……妈妈你回来了……”我哽咽着。妈妈连忙把门关上。我看着她冻僵冻红了的鼻子和直发抖的手向我伸了过来。我开心中带着激动，眼泪涌了出来，我一把紧紧抱住妈妈，并用自己温暖的手却捂住她的手……
Touch often have only flashy, but that is flashy longer than 10 years however ……
感动往往只有一瞬间，但那一瞬间却比十年还长……(文/何柯潼)