夏日的郁闷,严实实地罩着,挥之不去。天阴沉着,我坐在窗口,看着满塘的荷叶。那荷叶是母亲亲手种上的。她爱荷,就像爱我一样。母亲胃又痛了。积劳成疾吧?我很伤心。母亲已有白发,面黄肌瘦,没有了往日的风采。平日,我和母亲一起去观荷。我们谈天说地,讲述着心事,任思绪漂向远方。似乎是多年的朋友。母亲说,她像荷叶一样,深深地爱着荷花。起初,我不懂她的话是什么意思。如今,我独自面对这一池的荷叶,仿佛明 The summer’s depression was meticulously covered and lingered. The sky was gloomy. I sat in the window and looked at the lotus leaves in the pond. The lotus leaf is planted by the mother. She loves Holland and she loves me. The mother’s stomach hurts again. Overwork, I’m sad. My mother has white hair, pale and emaciated, without the grace of the past. On weekdays, I went to Guanhe with my mother. We talked with each other and talked about our minds and thoughts drifted away. It seems to be a friend for many years. The mother said that she loves the lotus deeply like a lotus leaf. At first, I didn’t understand what she meant. Today, I face the pond’s lotus leaf alone, as if