“你还记得我教你唱‘小燕子,穿花衣,年年岁岁来这里’吗?”母亲每次见我,喜欢讲我小时候的事。我怎能不记得,那是随父亲出差在外的一段时光,在祖国的东北,一间温暖如春的房间里,母亲细柔的声音充满韵味,她唱一句,我学一句。母亲教我唱歌的情景一直存于记忆中。“你乐感那么好,可惜后来没有学音乐。”母亲轻轻地惋惜着。人到了一定岁数,与亲人相处的时间被分隔两地,才渐渐有了不舍。可是我小时候, Do you still remember I taught you to sing Little Swallows and wear flower-clothes and come here every year? “Every time my mother met me and liked to talk about my childhood. How can I not remember that it was a while traveling with my father for a while? In the northeast of our motherland, in a warm spring room, my mother’s delicate voice was full of flavor. She sang one and I learned one sentence. The scene where my mother taught me to sing kept in my memory. ”You feel so good, but later did not learn music. " Mother gently regretted. When a person reaches a certain age, the time it takes to get along with his relatives is divided between the two places before he gradually becomes dismayed. But when I was young,