记得那是一个夏天,母亲第一次带我带到那透过板缝就可窥见河水的桥边。我以为母亲会背我过河,没想到她什么话也没说,便拉着我踏上了那座摇摇晃晃的小木桥。我惊吓得流下了眼泪,小手紧拉着母亲的手。木桥并不高,可是对于我这样一个幼小的孩童来说,是多么可怕。我抹去眼泪,跟着母 I remember that it was a summer. The first time my mother brought me to the bridge where she could see the river through the seams. I thought my mother would walk me across the river. I didn’t expect her to say anything. She took me on the swaying wooden bridge. I was scared to tears, and my little hand was holding my mother’s hand. The wooden bridge is not high, but how terrible it is for such a young child. I wipe my tears and follow the mother