记得小时候看过一本手绘书,书中记录着一个小女孩在成长过程中和妈妈之间发生的一些事情,但是却只画到了女孩开始上小学,后面就都是一些空白页,这本书……没有结尾?我对此很是疑惑,不解的我曾拿着书去问过妈妈,妈妈只是笑着抚摸着那些空白页,对我说:“会有的,以后就有了。”我总觉得妈妈的话也许有着什么意思,但年幼的我真的体会不出。渐渐地,那本书被埋没在了生活的种种喧嚣里。多年后的一天下午,少有的安静,少有的悠闲,阳光轻柔地抚摸着我,使我忍不住放下手中的作业,想要小小地偷懒 I remember reading a hand-painted childhood book, the book records a girl growing up with her mother something happened, but only to draw the girl started elementary school, followed by some blank pages, the book ... ... no end? I am very puzzled, puzzled I used to ask a book with a mother, mom just smiled stroking those blank pages, said to me: “There will be, there will be. ”I always felt that Mum's words may have meaning, but young I really can not understand. Gradually, the book was buried in the hustle and bustle of life. Years after one afternoon, rare quiet, rare leisure, the sun gently stroked me, so I could not help but put down the hands of homework, you want to be a little lazy