深蓝的天空中,一轮弯月皎洁明亮。透过窗外,母亲肩挑两个蛇皮袋,吃力地向我家走来。那弯弯的扁担,恰似一轮弯月,压在母亲弯曲前倾的双肩上,形成了一道最美的弧度。我想,在这个周末,她应该是给我送来乡下种的大米和山芋之类的。我的父母都是地道的农民,多年来一直面朝黄土背朝天地辛勤劳作。由于没有好的出身和好的工作,母亲只能同父亲一起,用更加艰辛的劳动, Dark blue sky, a bright and clear moon crescent. Through the window, my mother picked two snakeskin bags, struggling to come to my house. That bent pole, just like a crescent moon, pressed forward on the mother’s bent shoulders, forming the most beautiful arc. I think this weekend she should have sent me rice and potato from the countryside. My parents are typical peasants who have been working hard toward the loess and facing the world for many years. In the absence of good origin and good work, the mother can only work with her father with more difficult labor,