Drizzle wet garment is invisible, idle beautiful be born listens breathed. Once I, the business that does not know a mother is for who, the white hair that does not know a mother is born for who, that rainstorm lets my embalm, every time when I see pluvial bead, the sensation in the heart can'ts help dripping again mind.
细雨湿衣看不见，闲花落地听无声。曾经的我，并不懂母亲的忙碌是为了谁，不懂母亲的白发为谁而生，那个暴雨让我铭记于心，每当我看见雨珠时，心里的感动不禁又滴入心头。
“ was over, next rainstorm. ” cries greatly hurriedly, I forget to carry an umbrella, mom still reminded me in the morning, he won't receive me for certain, do oneself suffer oneself, I am calm, begin to write line of business first, spent for a long time, after exercise has been written, I look toward the window, rain a bit smaller, I decided, stay a little while again, waited for rain to stop thoroughly, at this moment a female classmate went out, run immediately again, rain but true not small, this ability went, on the body wet, I gave “ of a packet of paper caringly to do not have a thing to him, the towel that use paper wipes water. ” female classmate is staring at me a little while: “ thank, was opposite, you also go out rapidly. I seem to see your Mom. The satchel on the back on ” my horse ran out, the think better of on my horse thinks, he can come full marks / , female classmate cheats me, go looking.
“完了，下暴雨了。”慌忙大喊，我忘带伞了，妈妈早上还提醒了我的，他肯定不会来接我的，自做自受啊，我镇定了一下，先开始写作业，过了许久，作业写好后，我往窗外一看，雨又小了一点，我决定了，再呆一会儿，等雨彻底停了，这时一个女同学出去了一下，又马上跑回来了，雨可真不小，这才岀去了一下，身上就湿了，我关心地给他递了一包纸“没事吧，用纸巾擦干水吧。”女同学盯着我一会儿：“谢谢，对了，你也赶紧出去吧。我好像看见***了。”我马上背上书包跑了出去，我马上转念一想，他会来吗满分/，女同学骗我的吧，去看看吧。
Just gave a school gate, a body photocopy enters my eye, a woman stands below street lamp, umbrella is protecting her, I look a few white hair on his head, that is not the add details to a painting of lunar Qing Hui, without the adornment of the euphuism, that is mom. I attacked, mom brushed my face with paper: “ lets you carry an umbrella, you do not listen, drenched, next time I but without giving thought to you. ” this word wanders in my heart, I twist begin, very angry, I unlocked her, a bit further from him, in my heart very impatient, the cluck cluck noise in abdomen rises, “ hunger, very hungry. I say ” softly, mom takes out the yam that I love most from the pocket, least half hours, yam still is hot actually, was plunged into by what thing in my heart, tear flowed, I hugged closely mom.
刚出校门，一道身影印入我的眼帘，一个女人站在路灯下，雨伞保护着她，我看起来他头上的几缕白发，那不是月亮清辉的点染，没有华丽的词藻的装饰，那就是妈妈。我扑了过去，妈妈用纸擦了我的脸：“让你带伞，你不听，湿透了吧，下次我可不管你了。”这句话在我心中徘徊，我扭开头，十分生气，我放开了她，离他远了一点，我的心里十分不耐烦，肚子里的咕咕声响起，“饿，好饿。”我轻声说，妈妈从口袋里拿出我最爱的红薯，最少都半小时了，红薯竟然还是热的，我的心里被什么东西扎了一下，眼泪流了下来，我紧紧地搂住了妈妈。
I look at the drizzle outside, laughed, wept again, the mother turns mountain with the consenescence of life, turn internal heat, change drizzle to accompany me each minutes, each second.
我看着外面的细雨，笑了，又流泪了，母亲用生命的衰老化作山，化作火，化作细雨陪伴我每一分，每一秒。(文/马艺斐)