窗外飘起了雪花，纷纷扬扬地落下来，我趴在窗台上，看着那些晶莹剔透的雪花，心里却异常沉重，今天是妈妈的生日，我本想好好陪她过一个温馨的日子,却因为一场高烧没能实现。
我揉了揉酸痛的眼睛，看着书桌上的温度计，38.5℃，没错，我确实发烧了，喉咙痛得要命，连说话都困难，我摸了摸额头，冰凉的汗珠顺着脸颊滑落,我感觉整个世界都在天旋地转。
我颤抖着从床头柜上拿起日记本，颤抖得连笔都拿不稳，打开日记本，我翻开第一页，上面密密麻麻地写满了我的生活记录，我深吸一口气，颤抖着写道："今天天气真好，阳光暖暖的......"可是当我继续往下写时,笔尖突然停住了。
我看着那些熟悉的字迹，突然意识到，我竟然已经写了三年的日记了，从我记下第一句"今天下雨了"的那一天起，我就开始坚持每天写日记了，那些曾经的日子，就像一条细长的线,把现在的我和过去的我串联在一起。
我轻轻合上日记本，泪水不争气地流了下来，妈妈的手被冻得通红，她却 still holding my hand, saying "don't worry, honey, you'll be okay." I felt a warm hand on my head, and she started to give me姜茶. The taste was bitter, but it was the only thing that could soothe my throat.
In the hospital, I lay on the bed, surrounded by white walls. The nurse came in with a blanket and a blanket, and she said, "You're lucky to be here." I looked at my mom, who was sitting by my side, her face filled with worry. She took my hand and gave me a big hug. "You're strong, honey," she said, "I'm proud of you."
Home is where I am now. The warm blanket covers me, and the sound of my mom's cooking in the kitchen is filling the house. I see her rolling out dumplings on the counter, and I feel like jumping up and down. She's making steamed buns with red bean paste, and I can taste the sweet and salty taste in my mouth.
I sit here, looking at my diary, and I realize that even though today was a bad day, I still have my mom by my side. I have the warmth of her hand, the taste of her姜茶, and the love of my mom. And all of this, I can feel it through my diary.
I closed the diary, and I felt a little better. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I turned the page and wrote something hopeful: "Tomorrow will be better, I know it." And then I put the pen down, because I don't want to write about tomorrow right now.
The snow is still falling outside, and I can hear the crunch of snowflakes on my boots. I don't need to write about the cold anymore. I just need to know that I have my mom by my side, and together, we can get through this.
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