“睡吧，睡吧，我亲爱的宝贝。”温柔的呢喃犹似在心怀，念念不忘。
晨起的光缓缓洒落在大地上。太阳升起那一刻，一声婴儿啼哭在这个世界响起，急促、带着对世界的好奇。一旁的母亲早已累的快昏过去，却轻轻哼起舒缓的摇篮曲，婴儿停止哭泣，进入了美好的梦乡。
“母亲，我……我睡不着。”一、二年级的我在黑暗中摸索到父母的房间，悄悄地走向了母亲，她睁开眼来，眼中还带着浓浓的睡意，却没有对我生气，将我抱回房间后，开一个小灯，在灯光下柔温柔地看着我，轻轻地唱起了歌谣。伴着柔和的声音，母亲柔情似水的眼神与轻拍着我的背后的手，成了童年时最美的风景。
又是一年秋日，我兴致昂扬地踏入初三，迎接着学习的巨浪，却在一次次考试中失去了希望。我变得不敢望向母亲的双眼，怕看见浓浓的失望，将我束缚。我每天每天的越来越晚睡觉，只为学习能进步那么一点点，黑眼圈逐渐出现在我的眼下，我却无可奈何。但是，我未曾想过是否是自己的方法错了，那时的我拼命向学习这座桥撞去，将自己撞得头破血流。终于，在一次大考前，我在母亲的面前捂住双眼，哭了出来。母亲摸了摸我的头，深深地看了我一眼，我看见的只有关切与慈爱，未出现那令人害怕的神色。晚上，母亲悄无声息地进入我的房间，小声的喊了一句“哈，被我抓到了!”，打趣着说：“果然又没有好好睡觉。明天考试，可别在考场睡过去了。”我默默地上了床，却发现母亲也坐在床头，她说起我小时候怕黑而经历的一系列故事，听着听着，浓浓睡意使眼皮不断打架，我闭上眼，在朦胧当中，我好像听见有声音在耳边呢喃，唱着最动人的歌谣。第二天考场上，心如擂鼓，手心又满是汗水，我无措地看着试卷，一个个方块字被拆分，变成了无解的样子，忽然又想起母亲在耳边哼的歌，柔和的声音再次充满心间，赶走所有黑暗与不安。我下定决心，开始新的征程，那是场不问结果，只问过程的，随着歌声起舞，随着夜幕落下，伴着母亲温和眼神的征程。
回顾童年时光，温暖的歌谣充满着整个世界，也许未来会有所模糊，但那柔和的语调却将伴着我走向新的一天，萦绕在我心田。
英文版：
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby." Gentle whispers still seem to be in the heart, never forget.
The morning light slowly fell on the earth. At the moment when the sun rises, a baby cry rings out in this world, with a quick and curiosity about the world. One side of the mother has been tired and nearly fainted, but gently humming a lullaby, the baby stopped crying, into a beautiful dream.
"Mother, I I can't sleep. " 1、 In the second grade, I groped for my parents' room in the dark, and quietly walked to my mother. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were still full of sleepiness, but she didn't get angry with me. She took me back to my room, turned on a small lamp, looked at me gently and gently under the light, and sang songs. With a soft voice, my mother's tender eyes and patting my hands behind my back have become the most beautiful scenery in my childhood.
Another autumn day, I stepped into the third grade of junior high school with high spirits, and met the huge wave of learning, but lost hope in the examination again and again. I became afraid to look at the mother's eyes, afraid to see the thick disappointment, bound me. I go to bed more and more late every day, just for the sake of learning to make a little progress, dark circles gradually appear in my eyes, but I can't help it. However, I never thought whether it was my own way wrong, at that time, I tried my best to hit the bridge of learning, and hit myself head and blood. Finally, before a big exam, I covered my eyes in front of my mother and cried. My mother touched my head and took a deep look at me. All I saw was concern and love. There was no look of fear. In the evening, my mother quietly entered my room, whispered "ha, I caught you!" and jokingly said, "sure enough, I didn't sleep well. Don't sleep in the exam room for tomorrow's exam. " I quietly went to bed, but found that my mother was also sitting at the head of the bed. She told me a series of stories about my fear of the dark when I was a child. Listening and listening, the deep sleepiness made my eyelids fight constantly. I closed my eyes. In the hazy, I seemed to hear voices whispering in my ears, singing the most moving songs. The next day in the examination room, my heart was like a drum beating, and my palms were full of sweat. I looked at the test paper in a daze. One by one, the Chinese characters were split and turned into an unintelligible appearance. Suddenly, I remembered the song that my mother was humming in my ears. The soft voice filled my heart again and drove away all the darkness and anxiety. I made up my mind to start a new journey. It was a journey that did not ask about the result, but only asked about the process. I danced with the song, fell with the night, and accompanied by the gentle eyes of my mother.
Looking back on my childhood, warm songs filled the whole world. Maybe the future will be fuzzy, but the soft tone will accompany me to a new day and linger in my heart.
