数十年从戎在外,只要有机会,我就想法赶回家,陪陪母亲。可每次团聚,也意味着一次新的分离。记得23年前第一次探家临归队时,母亲送我到河边。那时,公路还没有修通,外出要坐船,待我出门,她跟着。我走到河边,她也跟到河边。我上了船,她想跨上船,伸了脚,又停住了。船就离岸了,母亲满脸是笑地望着我,并没有说话。船摇出好远了,母亲还站在岸边,向我不断地扬手。 For decades, I was tempted to go home and spend time with my mother whenever there was a chance. Can be reunited each time, also means a new separation. I remember when my detective came home for the first time 23 years ago, my mother sent me to the river. At that time, the highway had not yet been repaired. Go out to go by boat and wait until I go out. She followed. I walked to the river and she followed the river. I got on the boat and she wanted to cross the boat, stretch her foot and stop again. The boat was off shore, and my mother looked at me with a smile and didn’t speak. The ship shook it well, and the mother stood still on the shore and continued to raise my hand.