我上初中时，那天下着大雨，我经过一星期的住宿终于可以回家了，天已经快黑了，我理东西比平时慢了点，赶快走到校门口。我如往常般在人群中寻找着妈妈的脸，果然，她又是站在前排中的一个。妈妈也看到了我，朝我笑了笑，就走上前抢着帮我拿书包，还有各种东西，我注意到她的脸被风吹的发红，还在搓手。我问：“你是不是站了很久？”“没有，也就一会儿。”妈妈朝我笑了笑。起初我也没在意，直到爸爸跟妈妈说：“我让你迟点下车，她还要理会东西的，看你冷的。”妈妈说:“人多，我不是怕她找很久吗？再说今天天又冷，她吹了风万一感冒怎么办？”我默默地低下了头，我想妈妈是怕我担心，所以才说站的时间不久的。或许，这就是母爱吧。殷媛When I was a junior a school student. That was a day when I was able to go home after a week’s lodging in school. The sky was getting darker since I took more time to pack up than usual. And it was raining hardly. So I walked faster to the school gate, looking for my mother in the crowd. As expected, she stood there in the first row waiting foe me. On seeing me , she smiled and walked up to me, helping take my school bag and other stuff. But I noticed that her face turned red in the cold wind, with her hands rubbing continuously. I asked her : “ Have you been standing here for a long time?” “nope, just a while.” she smiled at me. And not until I heard what my father said did I pay much attention to it. He said to my mom: “ I have told you not to go off too early, she must be packing up. You deserve to be cold.” Mom replied: “ there are too many people, I am afraid that she can’t find me. What if she caught a cold in a weather like this?” Hearing this, I lowered my head, feeling deeply moved. My mom refused to admit that she had been standing for a long time in case of me worrying about her. Maybe that is called mother’s love.Yuan Yin