仰望,沉默,啜泣。问我为何啜泣,不得不提起妈妈买的三幅画。这三幅无框画被爸爸钉在我房间的墙上, 这些画都是几米的漫画作品。无论怎么搭配, 都有一种美感。仰望,沉默,啜泣。我每天都重复着这三个动作,每天都会想起妈妈的话。一幅一幅地说。第一幅,画中的小女孩正在放飞鸽子。妈妈说:“那女孩就是你,那鸽子正是你的爱,让你的爱飞到海啸地区、贫困山区,去帮助那些有困难的人吧!希望你成为一个有爱心的好孩子。”仰望,这是我听完第一个“故事”的反应。 Looked up, silence, weeping. Asked me why I sobbed, had to mention three pictures bought by her mother. These three frameless paintings were nailed to the wall of my room by my dad, all of which are comic works of several meters. No matter how with, there is a beauty. Looked up, silence, weeping. I repeat these three movements every day, every day, my mother remembered. Say one by one. The first one, the little girl in the picture, is flying the pigeons. Mom said: “The girl is you, that pigeon is your love, let your love flew to the tsunami area, the impoverished mountainous area, to help those who have difficulty! I hope you become a caring good boy.” Looking up This is my response to the first “story”.