孩子,今天你又装作若无其事地,暗示妈妈,说市中区的房价,又在飙升,如果再不行动,或许以后你和女友,连一间栖身的小屋都没有。我淡淡地看你一眼,终于没有像你希望的那样,说出“妈妈给你们买”的话来。而你,也在这样尴尬的沉默里,即刻气嘟嘟地放下碗筷,摔门出去。我从窗户里看着你远去的背影,瘦削,懒散,有些玩世不恭和任性,你还是赖在父母怀里,始终不肯独立。可是,亲爱的孩子,你已经25岁,一份稳定的工作,一个 Child, today you are pretending to be nothing else, hint of mother, said the downtown area prices, soaring, if you do not act, and maybe you and your girlfriend, even a shelter hut. I faintly look at you, and finally did not like what you want, say “Mom to buy you ” words. And you, too, are embarrassed in such an awkward silence, letting go of dishes and beckons, and throwing them out. I look at the back of your window from the back, thin, lazy, some cynical and capricious, you still rely on their parents, always refused to be independent. However, dear children, you are 25 years old, a steady job, one