很多年了,我不敢一个人在深夜独处,床头的灯光像是鬼魅的眼睛。我永远无法忘记母亲离开的那个早晨。尖锐的争吵声既熟悉又陌生,熟悉的是母亲的声音,陌生的是我从未听到母亲如此歇斯底里,而让我恐惧的是,母亲撂下“离婚”两个字就走了。记忆中,父母从来没有吵过架,他们总是和和气气的,在外人眼里是那样的般配和恩爱。可是那个早晨,母亲走了,走得很决然。那天,母亲穿了一身非常艳丽的衣服,看起来比平常还要漂亮。现在, For many years, I am not alone in the middle of the night alone, the bedside lights like ghostly eyes. I will never forget the morning my mother left. The sharp quarrels were both familiar and unfamiliar, familiar to my mother’s voice. Strangely, I never heard my mother so hysterical. What made me fear was that my mother had left her word “divorce.” In memory, parents have never quarreled; they are always kind and loving in the eyes of outsiders. But that morning, my mother was gone and she was very determined. That day, the mother wears a very bright clothes, looks more beautiful than usual. just now,