母爱,卑微如尘埃,可又闪烁着光芒。——题记母亲的苦乐年华一1940年的秋天,在天河区白安大队一个叫龙眼的小山村里,几个村妇在一间低矮的土坯房里辗转忙碌。躺在木板床上的女人,随着身体深处传来一阵又一阵的痉挛呻吟着,那种疼痛,似乎有既定的时间与节奏,从慢到快,最后变成歇斯底里。此时,巨大的疼痛吞噬的不再是呻吟,而是焦急的“用力,用力,快出来了”的声音,女人在那些指导声中深 Maternal love, humble as dust, but also flashing light. - Inscription mother’s bittersweet years a fall of 1940, in Tianhe District, Bai’an Brigade, a small village called the longan, a few village women in a low adobe room was busy. The woman lying on the wooden board groaned with spasms in the depths of her body. The pain seemed to have a definite time and rhythm, from slow to fast and finally hysterical. At this point, the huge pain swallowed is no longer moaning, but anxious “hard, hard, fast out ” voice, the woman in the guidance of the sound of deep