再一次扎起马尾,和母亲并肩漫步在田间的小路上。迎着微风,嗅着那熟悉的泥土的气息。十八岁的天空依然与往常一样蔚蓝,只是物是人非,一切都早已改变了模样。挽着被岁月削去年轻容颜的母亲,看着她眼角不知不觉中爬上的皱纹,我的心再一次泛起阵阵涟漪。 Pony up again, walk side by side with her mother on the path of the field. Facing the breeze, sniffing the breath of familiar soil. The eighteen-year-old sky is still as blue as usual, only things are different, everything has long changed appearance. Holding the mother who was cut off by a young age, she looked at the wrinkles she had climbed unconsciously. My heart burst into ripples again and again.