在家乡的朝阳河上,立着一座简易的木板桥,四十二年前,阿妈(母亲)用生命凝固了这座桥。多年以后,不论我漫步在北京的金水桥边,还是开车疾驰在旧金山的金门桥上,我都能感受到阿妈殷切的目光。那些嘎吱嘎吱的木板构筑了我人生坚实的桥梁,连接过去,跨过坎坷,通向未来!阿妈走的那天,雨下得特别大。老天爷好似要把一个月的梅雨攒在一起,为阿妈送行。天哭的灰蒙蒙的,地哭的阴沉沉的,我已经哭肿了的眼泡中反复播放 In the home of the Chaoyang River, stands a simple wooden bridge, forty-two years ago, Grandmother (mother) with life solidified the bridge. Years later, no matter whether I wandered by the Jinshui Bridge in Beijing or drove at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, I could feel the ardent attention of my grandmother. Those crunching wood built a solid bridge in my life, connecting the past, across the rough, leading to the future! The day Mom walk, rain is particularly large. God seems to save the month of the rainy season, for my mother off. The crying gray day, crying gloomy, I have been crying swollen eye bubble repeated