一直看着儿子转过街角,我才收回目光。儿子今年初四,背上的书包沉甸甸的。他低着头,上身微微前倾,甩开胳膊,走得很急。有时,我会陪着他走一段路。到了路口,他说:“妈妈,你回去吧!”然后,大步流星急匆匆往前赶。我知道他的脑子里可能塞满了反感的数学题,写得不很满意的作文,有趣的化学实验,或者早已站在教室门口严厉的班主任,趣味相投的几个哥们,邻桌秀气的女孩子等等。但,就是没有我。所以,他一次也没有回头,不会知道我站 Has been watching his son turned the corner, I just take back the eyes. Son on the fourth day of this year, heavy bag back. He bowed, his upper body slightly forward, throw off his arm, go in a hurry. Sometimes, I will go with him a long way. At the junction, he said: “” Mom, you go back! "Then strode meteors hurried forward rush. I know that his mind may be stuffed with disgusting math problems, poorly written compositions, funny chemistry experiments, or harsh class teacher who has long stood in front of the classroom, a few buddies with similar interests, Children and so on. But, that is without me. So, he never looked back, I will not know