小时候,常在光线昏暗的雕花大床上哭,有时候是五分钟,有时候是半个小时,总之,看妈妈手里的活儿还有多少,做完后,她会走过来轻轻拍拍我,说:睡吧!睡吧!一句点石成金的谶语,两个字就使我觉得被宝贝了,觉得好了,觉得那些悲伤都远了。考试不及格,同桌踢了我一脚,在课上辛苦拆了袜子上的彩线编的花儿被老师没收了……所有的委屈都不算什么,我开始入睡,并且真的 When I was young, I often cried in the dimly-lit carved bed, sometimes for five minutes and sometimes for half an hour. In short, when I saw how many mothers were in my hands, she would come and pat me gently I said: sleep! Sleep! A stone Shi Jin’s words, the two words make me feel that the baby, and feel good, I feel those sad are far away. The exam failed, kicked me off at the same table, hard-tipped the scribbled flowers on my socks at the class confiscated by the teacher ... all grievances were nothing, I started to fall asleep, and really