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我的童年是一道美丽的风景，布鞋点缀其间；我的人生是一首充满母爱的歌谣，永远唱响心间…… My childhood is a beautiful landscape, with cloth shoes embellished in it; my life is a song full of maternal love, always singing in my heart 母亲是做针线活的好手。童年看母亲做鞋，是我记忆里最鲜明的风景。夜深人静时，一盏昏黄的油灯拉长了母亲挑灯夜战的身影。母亲坐着小方凳，弯腰弓背，一只手紧握鞋身，另一只手不停地来回穿针引线。同样的一个姿势，重复着同样的一个动作。而每当这时，我总是站在母亲身旁，问这问那。母亲让我去睡觉，我不愿意，母亲便用手指点了一下我的小鼻子，假装生气地说我是“小傻瓜”。 Mother is a good hand at needlework. As a child, watching my mother make shoes is the most vivid scenery in my memory. In the dead of the night, a dim yellow oil lamp lengthened the figure of mother's night battle. Mother sat on a small square stool, stooped and arched her back, one hand clasping the shoe, the other hand constantly putting needles back and forth. In the same position, repeat the same action. At this time, I always stand beside my mother and ask this and that. My mother asked me to go to bed. I didn't want to, so she pointed my nose with her fingers and pretended to be angry and said I was a "little fool". 上了小学，母亲做的布鞋便伴随我成长。母亲总是说：“咱不和人家比吃穿，咱只和人家比学习！”穷人家的孩子懂事早，我白天上学，放学后便一路跑回家，帮母亲做事。我学习很专心，成绩也很棒，每个期末，准能捧回几张大红奖状。而母亲奖励我的，往往是一双漂亮的布鞋。 | 
