整整二十年 ,母亲 ,我还记得那个夜晚 ,你像一盏灯被风吹熄哭嚎都没有用。 12岁的我甚至还不知道什么叫绝望与悲伤母亲 ,你去了哪里冥冥之中 ,难道还有谁比我更需要你作为最小的孩子 ,作为一个7岁时就没有了父亲的孩子你走了之后 ,母亲我冻红的手指只有让姐姐来疼了许多次 ,上 For twenty years, mother, I still remember that night, you are useless like a lamp blown by the wind. 12-year-old I do not even know what despair and sadness the mother is, where are you going somewhere else, who else needs you more than me as the youngest child, as a child without you at age 7 After leaving, my mother, I only let the red finger to hurt my sister many times, on