故乡如胎记,能嵌入游子的肌肤;父母的爱如血脉,能渗入儿女的心灵。妈妈24岁时生的我,我34岁时没了娘。妈妈过世已有20个年头,父亲走了近3年,情感深处我仍难以接受。随着岁月的流逝,尘封的记忆又一次打开。父母生前往事一幕幕浮现眼前,强烈地冲击着我的思绪,割舍不断的感情勾起了我思念的追忆。怀着感恩的心情,把思念父母亲的话写出来,以释苦闷,慰藉心灵。妈妈在世很少谈及她多舛的命运。1938年,那是一个兵荒马乱的年月,妈妈出生在一个贫苦农民家庭。上有兄姐五个,妈妈行 Hometown, such as birthmarks, can embrace the wandering skin; parents of love, such as blood, can infiltrate the hearts of children. I was born when my mother was 24 years old and I was absent from my mother when I was 34. My mother passed away for 20 years and my father has been away for nearly 3 years. I still find it hard to accept my deep feelings. As the years went by, the dusty memory opened up again. Parents born before the scenes emerge, a strong impact on my thoughts, give up the constant feelings of the reminiscent of my memories. With a grateful mood, write down the words of missing parents to relieve depression, soothe the soul. Mum’s life seldom talked about her fate. In 1938, it was a year of horse wreak havoc and mom was born in a poor peasant family. There are five brothers and sisters, mother