母亲是捡破烂的,一块碎铁,一片废纸,一个空瓶,都能给她带来一份欣喜。每天,她在城市的垃圾场和旮旯里出入,一点点地捡破烂儿,积攒起采,然后背到废旧物品收购站,换回一些皱巴巴的零票儿。那份辛苦,可想而知。为此,我曾发誓,参加工作后,一定要好好报答母亲,不让她再去捡破烂儿了。可她…… The mother was scavenging, a piece of iron, a piece of waste paper, an empty bottle, can give her a joy. Every day, she goes in and out of the city’s dumps and junkies, scums a little, picks up and picks up, then goes back to the scrap goods takeover station in exchange for some crumpled zero-sum tickets. That hard work, one can imagine. To this end, I have vowed to participate in the work, we must repay her mother, let her go scavenging again. But she ...