灯光下细细地回忆,流年里我静静的影子。——题记昏黄的灯光温柔地洒满一地,映在桌前重重叠叠的照片上。妈妈说,这些照片都是我的,是我一路成长的影子。第一张照片,是我一百天的时候。那时候的我,脸胖嘟嘟的,脚站在爸爸宽大的手掌心里,手被妈妈轻捏着。那时的爸妈都很年轻:爸爸头上还有浓密的黑发,睫毛还是那样有力地向上弯曲着,咧开嘴笑着,可以看到洁白的牙齿;妈妈有一头秀丽的长发,柔顺地披在肩上,她脸上的皮肤光滑平整,眼里满是慈爱。他们脸上有着初为父母的喜悦,还有不言而喻的幸福。我被他们拥在怀里,像他们的稀世珍宝。妈妈在旁边轻笑着说:“你就是我们的宝呀!”我鼻子一酸, Thin light memories, flowing years I quiet shadow. - Inscription dim light gently sprinkled over, reflected in the stack of photos on the table. Mom said that these pictures are mine, the shadow of my growth all the way. The first picture is my one hundred days. At that time, my face, fat, and my feet standing in the palm of my father’s heart, my mother was pinching the hand. At that time, my parents were very young: my dad had thick black hair on his head, his eyelashes bent upward so forcefully that he could see white teeth. His mother had a beautiful long hair and suppleness To the shoulders, her face smooth skin, eyes full of kindness. Their faces are beginning with the joy of their parents, there are self-evident happiness. I have them in their arms, like their rarity. Mother next to the light smile said: “You are our treasure! ” I am a nose acid,