在我的书桌上,有一个精致的小玻璃瓶,里面装着水,每每华灯初上时,我都会静坐于书桌前,双手托腮,借助着台灯的映射,凝视着这瓶水——这瓶溢满了一个关于母爱的故事的水。于是,在异乡的夜幕下,多了一份感动后的思念和思念后的泪水。离家的前一天晚上,母亲走进我的房间,手中拿着一个装满水的玻璃瓶,晶莹剔透。母亲说这是她白天到一泉眼处装的水,让我带到我所在的这所城市。望着那晶莹剔透的水,我一脸的疑惑:我带的东西够多的了,干嘛还要装上这瓶水? On my desk, there was an exquisite glass vial filled with water, and when I was in the early morning, I was sitting still at my desk, holding my cheek with both hands and gazing at the water with the lamp’s mapping - the bottle was full A water about the story of maternal love. So, in a strange night, more than a touched after missing and missing tears. The night before leaving home, my mother walked into my room with a glass bottle filled with water, crystal clear. My mother said that this was the water she had loaded into a spring daytime and led me to the city where I am. Looking at the crystal clear water, my face wondering: I brought enough of the things, why should also be loaded with this bottle of water?