感恩的五月,没有了母亲的母亲节,无尽的思痛,借几段记忆的文字,聊以安顿对父母亲的感念!记忆中的童年,不知道父亲在忙什么,除了吃饭的时间,很少见到父亲,里外总是母亲操劳的身影。小时最怕母亲去姥姥家,姥姥家路远,那时交通工具种类少,所以很少有机会跟着。记忆里,从母亲刚从村口消失的那刻起,就盼着她回来,这种盼,有渴望母亲带回“美味”的成分,但更多的是一种对母亲离开的怕。盯着太阳过晌,会 Thanksgiving in May, there is no mother’s mother’s day, endless plight, by a few paragraphs of memory, talk to settle the feelings of parents! Memory of childhood, do not know what his father is busy, in addition to eating time, Rarely see my father, inside and outside the mother always worked hard figure. Most afraid of her mother to go to the grandmother home, grandma home far away, then a small number of vehicles, so few have the opportunity to follow. In my memory, she was looking forward to her return from the moment her mother vanished from the entrance to the village. This kind of hope has an element that longs her mother to bring back “delicious” but more of a fear of leaving her mother. Staring at the sun for a long while, will