母亲小时候,你喜欢用食物与我们对话,把期许与怜爱从一日三餐里唤出。我带着前世的顽劣,心安理得地享受你的付出。如今,生命以大海的方式显示它的险象环生,我不得不踩着浪花的韵脚,从此岸渡到彼岸,从最初回到最初。你用言语管教我,用行动约束我,用肆意流淌的汗水书写一个女人真实的生活。 As a child, you like to talk to us with food and call out the pleasures and affections from three meals a day. I am with past life’s nasty, peace of mind to enjoy your pay. Today, life shows its dangers in the ocean, and I have to tread on the rhyme of the waves and from there to the other shore, from the very beginning back to the beginning. You discipline me in words, bound me with my actions, writing the real life of a woman with the sweat of wantonness.