妈妈说,我是在一场大雨中来到这个世界的。所以,她给我起的小名就叫“雨来”。童年的记忆里,她常站在暮色四合的村头这样喊我,头顶是金色的晚云。她的声音伴着青草味的风,有融融暖暖的香。那时,妈妈是辛勤的农妇,顶着骄阳,或耕,或种,年轻的脸庞被炙烤得赤红。她缝了一根长长的带子,把幼小的我栓在地头的大树下。我就在小世界里爬,跟蚱蜢、小草、青虫或者一块软泥幸福地取乐。她一边劳作,一边时不时扭头喊我,“雨 Mom said I came to this world in a heavy rain. So, she gave me the nickname called ”rain “. Childhood memories, she stood in the twilight quadruple village call me, the head is golden night clouds. Her voice accompanied by the wind grassy, ​​warm and fragrant blend. At that time, my mother was an industrious peasant woman who had a red face grilled on the sun, or plowing, or cultivating a young face. She sewed a long string of tape and tied the young one under the tree in the ground. I climb in the small world, happy with the grasshoppers, grass, caterpillar or a piece of soft mud. As she worked hard, she shouted at me from time to time, ”Rain