今夜,月朗、星稀。晚风轻轻地吹拂着我的脸庞,凉凉的,一丝凄凉掠过心头,披着淡淡的月光,我站在门前的大路上,眺向远方,形成一幅凄婉的“夜晚望归图”,风带着我的思绪,飘荡着,翻滚着,向远方……也不知道妈妈到了没有,虚弱的身子怎么禁得起这种长途跋涉,家庭的负担,为儿女们的操心,使她的双鬓白了又白,额上的皱纹也 Tonight, the moon and stars are thin. The evening breeze gently blew my face, cool, a touch of desolateness and a light moonlight, and I stood on the road in front of the door and squatted far away to form an awkward “night-turning map”. "The wind took my thoughts, floated, rolled, and to the distant distance... I didn’t know if my mother had come. Weak body could not afford such a long journey, the burden of the family, the care of our children, and her double White and white, wrinkles on the forehead