一河岸边,雨后浅滩的草像毛头小伙子一样,一夜间便蹿长了起来。其间开了不少野花,小脸儿都被洗得干干净净的,正仰着脖颈专注地开花。割韭菜、剜水芹的间隙,他总忍不住回头看看草花中的母亲。沿着田畦割一会菜,抹抹手上的泥水,他就扭回头看看,像是一个习惯。仿佛隔着厚厚的黄土层,母亲还在那儿用一贯温柔的眼神望着他,满脸的慈爱和温情。以往他出门时,母亲总是在房前,看着他出了菜地,走到路上,再沿着大路越走越远。他走在路上,虽然背对着母亲,可能感觉到母亲在看,心里就长出那种毛茸茸的温馨感觉,像鹅黄初覆的小鸡仔刚破了壳…… A river bank, the grass after the rain like a feather-like young man, night will be long up. During the opening of a lot of wildflowers, small faces have been washed clean, is focused on the neck flowering flowers. Cut leeks, cress celery gap, he could not help looking back at the grass in the mother. After cutting a meal along the fields and wiping the muddy water from his hands, he looked back and looked like a habit. As if separated by a thick loess layer, the mother is still there with a gentle eyes looked at him, face the love and tenderness. In the past, when he went out, his mother was always in front of the house, watching him out of the vegetable field, walking down the road, and then going farther and farther down the road. He walked on the road, although back to his mother, may feel the mother is watching, the heart grow the kind of fluffy warm feeling, just like a goose’s first cover chicks just broke the shell ... ...