母亲辞世已经5年了,今天偶然翻看到了母亲的照片,那是我爱人怕我伤感而藏起来的。用思念的心和母亲面对面,更觉得母亲是那样的贴近和真实,我情不自禁喊出声来:“娘,我的娘!”泪水模糊了双眼。我轻轻地抚摸着照片,看着母亲那慈祥的目光,再一次感到了母亲的体温。于是任凭记忆穿过时空的隧道,凝重地进入那不会老去的岁月……那暖暖的叮咛、深深的期盼,爱怜的眼神,呵护着我一路走过。可现在,无论我怎样蓓蕾般地默默等待和夕阳般地恋恋不舍,再也没有母亲深情抚摸我的脸庞、我像鸟儿依偎在她怀中的幸福了。可我有母亲的教诲,知道 It has been five years since my mother died. Today, I stumbled upon the picture of my mother, hidden by my lover’s fear of my sadness. With miss heart and mother face to face, but also feel that the mother is so close and true, I can not help but shouted: “Mother, my mother! ” Tears blurred eyes. I gently stroked photos, looking at her mother’s kind eyes, once again felt the mother’s body temperature. So despite the memory of the tunnel through time and space, solemnly enter the years that will not get old ... ... that warm exhortation, deep hope, love and pity eyes, caress me all the way through. Now, no matter how gracefully I am waiting and setting sun in my heart, no more mother strokes my face affectionately, and I am as happy as a bird nestling in her arms. But I have the mother’s teachings, know