女儿如花。生下她的一刻,我尚不觉太累,也只是平静地躺着,不作任何的探问。产房的窗外是一脉无际的闲云,她飘摇的风姿,终歇得此刻恒远的静美。“是个丫头。”护士轻言。我笑了。虽说不问,心里却一直想的,总是女儿的好。女儿,唯有女儿,才是母亲女性生命的延续。那蜿蜒的青春之河,唯她度我梦回时空,沿溪一路走来,瓣瓣心香拾起,重编一枚理想花环。我俩被一前一后推回病房,她的小床停靠在 Daughter flowery. Born her moment, I have not felt tired, just lying quietly, without any inquiry. The window of the delivery room is an endless stream of lonely clouds, her swaying grace, the end of the rest so far static beauty. “Is a girl. ” Nurse said softly. I laughed. Although not asked, my heart has always thought, always a good daughter. Daughter, only daughter, is the continuation of mother’s life. That meandering river of youth, the only degree of my dream time and space, along the brook along the way, petal Xinxiang picked up, re-encyclopedic an ideal rosette. We were pushed back to the ward in tandem, her little bed docked