秋天来了，望着市场上那一堆堆或黄或青令人垂涎的橘子，母亲喟然长叹，心头总会泛起一股淡淡的哀愁。问她原因，她总不说，好像只有沉默才能守护好她内心的隐痛。久而久之，我们做儿女的便不怎么问了。听外婆说，母亲的这块心病跟一个橘子有关。母亲兄妹七个，她排行老四。几? Autumn is coming, looking at the piles of yellow or green coveted oranges on the market. His mother sighed and my heart always shows a hint of sadness. Asked her why she did not say, as if only silence can protect her inner pain. As time passes, we do not ask very much when we are children. Listen to grandmother, the mother’s piece of heart disease related to an orange. Mother and brother seven, she ranked fourth. a few?