童年的时候,对母亲只是一种依赖;少年的时候,对母亲只是一种盲目的爱;只有进入青壮年,当人生有了春也有了秋,对母亲才有了深刻的理解和爱。我们会突然觉得,母亲其实是一种岁月,她是从绿地流向一片森林、从小溪流向一片深湖、从明月流向一片冰山的岁月。岁月的流逝是无言的,当我们对岁月有所感觉时,一定是在非常沉重的回忆中。而对母亲的牺牲真正有所体会时,我们也一定进入了付出和牺牲的季节。有时我在想,作为母亲, When I was a child, I was only dependent on my mother. When I was a teenager, I was only blind to my mother. Only when I was young and young, when I had spring and autumn, I had a deep understanding and love for my mother. We will suddenly feel that the mother is actually a kind of time. She is from the green land to a forest, from a small stream to a deep lake, and from the bright moon to an iceberg. The passage of time is speechless. When we feel about time, it must be in a very heavy memory. When the mother’s sacrifice is truly experienced, we must also enter the season of sacrifice and sacrifice. Sometimes I was thinking, as a mother,