昏黄的灯光下,母亲的身影一直烙在我的心上。小时候,家境并不富裕,常常可以看到母亲彻夜手工的场景。长大后,我才知道,母亲曾经是多么的辛劳。但是,我却从来没有在她那明媚的笑容中发现丝毫的哀怨。那是物质贫乏的七十年代,好强的父亲从村里租来了人家不愿耕种的田地,满腔热情地干了起来。当时,年轻漂亮的妈妈,白天除了照顾我们姐妹俩外,也下地帮老爸做点力所能及的农活。到了晚上,那是母亲的天下了。心灵手巧的她特别会 Dim light, the mother’s figure has been branded in my heart. When I was a child, I was not wealthy and I often saw mothers hand-made scenes throughout the night. When I grow up, I do not know how hard the mother used to be. However, I never found the slightest sadness in her bright smile. That was the materialistic seventies, and the mighty father rented a field that people would not cultivate from the village and filled himself with enthusiasm. At that time, young and beautiful mother, in addition to taking care of our sisters during the day, but also to help Dad doing farm work within its capabilities. At night, it was the mother’s world. She is ingenious