每次忆起母亲,总有一种无言的痛。相思之苦愈浓,愧疚之情益深。母亲,就把我的这些文字算作天人之间的一次聊家常吧。以前是您在絮絮叨叨,现在是儿子在没完没了。曾经,母亲的絮叨让父亲心烦,更让我和哥哥妹妹心烦。记忆中,很多时候,要吃晚饭了,母亲却因为一些琐事赌气,冒着大雨去喂猪、喂长毛兔,一边数落着父亲的不是。我们兄妹不敢劝,劝也没用,母亲的执拗我们兄妹很清楚。母亲往往说,你们先吃吧,我没事。可最 Every time I recall my mother, there is always a silent pain. Acacia more bitter, guilty of deep feelings. Mother, put these my words as a chat between heaven and earth it. In the past you were rambling, and now my son is endless. Once, my mother talk about my father upset, leaving my brother and sister upset. Memories, many times, to eat dinner, but because of some mothers pique, braved the heavy rain to feed the pigs, fed angora rabbit, while the count is not his father. We brothers and sisters did not dare advise, advise no use, the mother’s stubborn brother and sister very clearly. Mothers often say, you eat first, I’m fine. Mostly