时间之门慢慢开启,带我走向了记忆的深处,我似乎看到了那依然年轻的母亲。她很瘦,洁白的脸上,没有皱纹,那时的她还没有经过岁月的洗礼,明亮的眼眸中泛着爱的涟漪,嘴角轻轻向上,勾起了她对我浓浓的爱意。那时的她,依然青春,穿着她最爱的裙。那时的她,依然自信,展示着她最美的年华。她,展开双臂,呼唤着我,让我进入她的怀抱,感受爱的芬芳。时光匆匆过去,如同天边的云,如同手中的沙,了无踪迹。 The door of time slowly opened, took me to the depths of memory, I seem to see that is still young mother. She was very thin, white face, no wrinkles, when she had not gone through years of baptism, bright eyes glowing love ripples, mouth gently up, brought her deep love for me . At that time, she is still young, wearing her favorite dress. At that time, she was still confident and showed her the most beautiful year. She, arms, calling me, let me into her arms, the fragrance of love. Hurried past, as the sky clouds, like the sand in the hands of no trace.