素材摘录小男孩走出大门,返身向四楼阳台上的我招手,说:“再见!”那是好多年前的事了,那个早晨是他开始上小学的第二天。我其实仍然可以像昨天一样,再陪他一次,但我却狠下心来,看他自己单独去了。他有属于他的一生,是我不能相陪的,母子一场,只能看做一把借来的琴,能弹多久,便弹多久,但借来的岁月毕竟是有其归还期限的。他欢然地走出长巷,很听话地既不跑也不跳,一副循规蹈矩的模样。我一个人怔怔地望着巷子下细细的朝阳而落泪。 Material excerpt The little boy stepped out of the gate and returned to wave me to the fourth floor balcony and said: “Goodbye!” That was a good many years ago, and that morning was the day after he started elementary school. In fact, I can still be the same as yesterday, and then accompany him again, but I took it hard to see him alone to go. He has his own life, I can not spend time, mother and son, can only be regarded as a borrowed piano, how long can play, how long it will play, but the borrowed years, after all, is to have its return deadline. He happily out of the alley, very obedient neither run nor jump, look like a behave. I am alone staring at the fine sunrise sun and tears.