前天近午,有三个在初中和高中读书的少年来看我。他们坐了一大段车,还走了一大段路,带着满脸的热汗,满身的热气,满心的热情,一进门就喊:“×妈妈,您好,我们来了。”这几个孩子,几乎是我看着他们长大的,几个月不见,仿佛又长了一大截。有的连嗓音都变了,有的虽然戴着红领巾,却不? Nearly noon the day before yesterday, three teenagers who were studying in junior high school and high school came to visit me. They took a large section of the car and walked a long way. With the hot sweat of their faces, their hot air, and their enthusiasm, they shouted at the door: “Mama, hello, we have come.” These children, almost I watched them grow up, not seen in a few months, as if a long section. Some of them have changed their voices. Some of them wear red scarves, but are they not?