我喊她妈妈。其实,她并不是我的妈妈。这个可怜的女人叫菊子。13年前,菊子有个懂事的孩子,他叫东儿,东儿和我同岁。但东儿没有我这么幸福,他的生命只有短短的7年,我亲眼目睹了那场车祸。那天,菊子下地干活去了,东儿和我们一起去马路边玩儿。路对面有人招呼东儿,他很开心地向路对面跑过去,这时西边驶来了一辆拖拉机!虽然拖拉机开得不快,但还是来不及刹车了!东儿被拖拉机撞倒后又被向前拖了几十米,人们把他送到医院后他只喊了一声“妈妈”就死了。 I called her mother. In fact, she is not my mother. This poor woman is called chrysanthemum. Thirteen years ago, Chrysanthemum had a sensible child. He called Dong Er. Dong Er and I were the same age. However, Dong Er was not so happy with me. His life was only a short period of 7 years. I witnessed the car accident with my own eyes. On that day, Kikuko went to work in the field and Donger went with us to play along the road. Someone greeted Donger across the road, and he happily ran across the road. At this time, a tractor came to the west. Although the tractor was not fast enough, it was too late to brake! Donger was knocked down by the tractor and was moved forward. After dragging tens of meters, people sent him to the hospital and he only yelled that “mother” died.