我习惯凝视母亲的背影,习惯看着这忙碌的背影,幻想着哪天母亲会突然回过头来问我:你需要什么?可是没有,一次也没有。我常常吃着自己不喜欢而母亲认为有营养的饭菜,常常穿着并不合身而母亲喜欢的衣服,顶着过时古怪而母亲很欣赏的发型……所有这些让我的童年灰头土脑。 I used to stare at the back of my mother and used to watch this busy backstage, dreaming that my mother would suddenly come back and ask me: What do you need? But no, not once. I often eat foods that I don’t like and my mother thinks are nutritious. I often wear clothes that aren’t suitable for my mother, and they wear hairdos that are outdated and my mother admires... All of which made my childhood shriveling.