这些年,我出远门最喜欢给母亲买的礼物就是拐杖,竹的、木的、铝合金的,已经有好几根。可母亲最喜欢用的,还是大哥从山上精挑细选砍回家,像刀把、锄把精心打磨过的那根拐杖。母亲收藏着的那些拐杖,每当村里有老人来串门,便一一拿出来炫耀:“这是我家老儿子坐飞机买回来的。”那些老人就会当着母亲的面,夸我有孝心。母亲是个苦命的女人,七大八小生了一窝孩子。可惜,在那缺乏营养的年代,只拉扯大猪、鸡、狗般的我们兄弟姊妹六个,其中一个就是我。 In recent years, my favorite gifts for my mum have been crutches, bamboo, wood, and aluminum. The mother can be used most like, or eldest brother from the mountains carefully cut home, like a knife, hoe carefully polished that root crutch. Whenever the elderly people in the village come and go, they show off one by one: “This is the old son bought by plane.” "Those old people will be in front of their mother, boast I have Filial piety. The mother is a bitter woman, a child of seven. It is a pity that only six of our brothers and sisters, one of whom is a big pig, a chicken, a dog, are pulled in those days of lack of nutrition.