前不久,你向我嘀咕,说自己眼睛散光了,看近处与远处的东西都模糊了。我抬起头,伸手触及你的头发,无奈地看着岁月从你的发际流过,而我却无能为力。亲戚们都说,你半辈子为我而活。是啊,回首往事,我成长的一点一滴似乎都有着你的痕迹。年轻时的你,看我蹒跚学步,跌倒了,你狠下心不搀扶,宁愿听我哭得撕心裂肺。后来的你陪我度过十几年漫漫求学路,培养我,教育我。炎热的夏天,忍受炙热的骄阳,你毫无怨言送我去学书法;冰冷的冬天,不惧刺骨的寒风,你毫不退缩 Not long ago, you whispered to me, saying that his eyes were astigmatic and that everything near and far was obscure. I looked up, reaching for your hair, reluctantly watching the years flow from your hair, and I can do nothing. Relatives say that you live for me for my life. Yes, look back, I grow a little bit of what seems to have traces of you. You young, look at me toddler, fell, you do not help the mercenary, would rather listen to me cry piercing. Later, I spent more than ten years with me a long way to learn, develop me, educate me. Hot summer, endure the hot sun, you have no complaint to send me to calligraphy; icy winter, fear of biting cold, you are not shy