亲爱的妈妈:在写这封信的时候,我一直犹豫不决。我是下了很大的决心才写的,可是我不敢寄给你,写下这些文字,只是因为我想和你说说心里话。再过几天就是您的生日了,我今夜无眠,便趴在昏黄的台灯下给你写信。天,阴沉沉的,下着黄豆般大小的雨点,砸得雨棚噼里啪啦直响。窗外的天空像一只巨大无比的烟囱,吞吐着浓浓的黑烟,将白日的清明都遮盖住了。木芙蓉在呼号的风中冻得瑟瑟发抖, Dear Mom: At the time of writing this letter, I have been hesitant. I was very determined to write, but I can not send it to you, write these words, simply because I want to tell you the truth. In a few days is your birthday, I sleepless tonight, they lie under the dim lamp to write to you. Day, overcast, under the size of the soybean-like raindrops, smashed the canopy crackling sound. The sky outside the window was like a huge chimney, with thick black smoke covering the daylight of the Ching Ming. Wood hibiscus in the call sign of the wind shivering,