那是两个月前的一天傍晚,在家教后的返校途中,我漫步在松花江边的街市,释放着一天的疲惫。忽然,在嘈杂的叫卖声中一个熟悉的声音传入耳畔:“鲜花,两元一枝!”顺着声音传来的方向,在街市尽头,在一盏极其微弱的路灯下,一位中年妇女在卖花。那声音?那身影?……那是我的母亲!来不及多想什么,便下意识地迅速躲到身旁的轿车后面,蹲了下来。“妈妈?为什么在这里卖花?难道她真的下岗了? It was one evening two months ago. After returning home to teach at school, I walked along the market along the Songhua River and released a tired day. Suddenly, a familiar voice in the noisy cries came to the ear: “Flowers, two dollars!” In the direction of the sound, at the end of the street, under a very faint streetlight, a middle-aged man. Women are selling flowers. That voice? That figure?... That was my mother! I didn’t think much about it. I quickly and subconsciously hid behind the car next to me and squatted. "Mom? Why are you selling flowers here? Is she really laid off?