嘴里含着一根咖啡味的棒棒糖,细细品味,苦苦的,别有一番滋味,这是爱的滋味,是幸福的滋味。咖啡棒棒糖甜甜的,这是母亲那甜甜的爱,咖啡棒棒糖苦苦的,这是父亲那严厉的爱。小时候的一个冬天,放学时,天下着鹅毛般的大雪,我站在校门口等母亲,远远地看到凛冽的寒风中母亲那熟悉的身影。母亲很瘦,穿得厚厚的,一手举着伞,一手拿着一个鼓鼓的塑料袋,想必是我的外套,凛冽的风把雪花吹得好像没有地方逃似的,就 There is a coffee-flavored lollipop in his mouth. It is a tasteful and hard-tasting experience. It is a taste of love and a taste of happiness. Coffee lollipop sweet, this is the mother’s sweet love, coffee lollipop bitter, this is his father’s harsh love. One winter in my childhood, when I was at school, there was a snowfall in the sky. I stood at the school gate and waited for my mother to see the familiar figure of her mother in the cold wind from far away. The mother was very thin, thickly dressed, holding an umbrella in one hand and a bulging plastic bag in one hand. It must have been my coat. The wind had blown the snow like there was no place to escape.