是什么时候,我们变成这样?我呆呆地靠在门边,耳中仿佛还轰鸣着那扇门狠狠摔上时发出的巨响。母亲进门时的脸夹杂着黑色的阴影在我的脑海里久挥不去。争吵,又是争吵。不知从何时起,母女间只剩下争吵这样激烈的交流感情的方式了,我们之间,不知何时开始失去了原先的融洽欢欣。我用指甲抠着门框站起,慢慢地将视线从那扇关紧的门上转移,走回了自己的房间。房间的书柜上有一张和母亲的合照,两个 When did we become like this? I leaned back against the door, and my ears seemed to roar loudly when the door was severely dropped. My mother’s face with dark shades mixed in my mind for a long time. Quarrel, but also quarrel. I do not know since when there was only a fierce way of exchanging feelings between mothers and daughters. Between us, I do not know when I began to lose my original harmony. I used my nails to pick up the door frame and slowly shifted my gaze from the closed door to my own room. There was a photo of the mother with the two on the bookcase in the room