我的成长,斟满你的喜乐。火车进站时已近凌晨,我拖着箱子挤下车。在站台上打开箱子一看,我瞬间疯掉,里面居然是大大小小二十几个碗碟。突然想起离家前夜,客厅里叮叮当当的动静,想必是妈妈正往我箱子里装碗碟。我将碗碟丢出来,一个碟子碎掉,瓷片划过食指,钻心的疼痛让我忍无可忍。她接到我歇斯底里的电话,也火了:“你个没良心的,你说租的房子里什么都 My growth, filling your joy. Nearly midnight when the train pitched, I dragged the trunk and got off the bus. Open the box on the platform to see, I instantly crazy, which actually is a large and small twenty dishes. Suddenly remembered his eve from home, living room rattled things, presumably my mother is my box filled dishes. I threw the dishes out, a plate broken, the porcelain across the index finger, bitter pain let me intolerable. She received my hysterical phone call, but also the fire: ”You are not conscience, you say rent house everything