我是一只风筝，母亲是一根长线，三十八年来，无论我走多远，她张望着我，牵挂着我。“养儿方知父母恩”。到母亲已白发苍苍，到自己的孩儿天天成长，这种认识才越来越深刻，越来越清晰。 　　母亲每次到城里来，都要给我捎一些鸡蛋、两只鸭子。一进屋，她就当上勤杂工，拖地 I am a kite, mother is a long line, no matter how far I go, thirty-eight years, she looked at me and worried about me. “Foster children know parents grace.” To the mother has gray-haired, to grow their own children every day, this understanding is more and more profound, more and more clear. Each time my mother comes to the city, I will send some eggs and two ducks to me. As soon as she entered the house, she was a handyman and mopping the floor