轻轻地推开房门,看到卧室仍在亮着灯。母亲穿着整齐地坐在床边,不时地看着时钟。灯光下,她的身影堆积着厚重的岁月和沧桑,但此刻,却显得单薄而无助。我走过去,母亲一惊。这么晚了,您怎么还不睡啊,是哪儿不舒服?母亲摇摇头说,你不回来,我睡不踏实。当我洗漱再回房的时候,母亲已经发出轻微的鼻鼾。母亲年轻时,是个天不怕地不怕的女人,曾经带着我们兄妹走南闯北,如今再也看不到她身上的勇气和力量了。 Gently push the door open to see the bedroom still lit up. Mother sat neatly in bed, watching the clock from time to time. Light, her figure piled thick years and vicissitudes of life, but at the moment, it seems thin and helpless. I walked over, my mother was surprised. So late, how do you not sleep, where is not comfortable? Mother shook his head, you do not come back, I sleep not practical. When I wash and return to the room, my mother has given a slight snoring. When she was young, she was a fearless woman who had traveled south and north with her brothers and sisters. Now she can no longer see her courage and strength.