Keep running hard. Feifei, don't run The familiar voice sounds weak, and then it rings in my ear, mom! I held back my tears and stopped at once. Look, the strong wind mixed with the heavy rain seems to engulf my sick mother. She walked towards me with difficulty step by step. Xue Fei, get an umbrella. My hand quickly covered my body with a raincoat, and I looked at my mother, who had already been beaten by the wind and rain. My mother's face is getting paler and paler. Holding her cold hand, I felt hot rain flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet. ...

The umbrella propped up this piece. Mother-umbrella, give me happiness and happiness. Talk about mom's cooking.

Mom, I never cooked before. Dad and I have to work overtime. My mother is very healthy. I dare to make do with it again I have to cook with my skin. I have to finish the book with cooking. TV programs include cooking colleagues. My mother puts them on. Seeing my mother's delicate hands is burning with pain, but my mother is willing to give up. The so-called kung fu negative. My mother only cooks now, and she creates some nutritious food that is not suitable for children, which leads the neighbors to eat at my house.