远离家门的那个夜晚，也是这样一轮圆月……一盏昏淡的小油灯下，母亲一边为我打点着行李，一边喃喃地叮咛道：“现在你要给公家收税，可一分一厘也不能差呀！”“你要学会照顾自己，要常给我捎口信来。”看着母亲满头的花发和那双粗糙干瘦的手，我呆呆地站在一旁，强忍着就要? The night away from home, is also such a round moon ... ... a dizzy little oil lamp, the mother side of my luggage for the accuser, muttering muttered: “Now you have to pay the public tax can be a point One cent can not be bad ah! ”“ You have to learn to take care of themselves, often give me a message to write. ”Looked at his mother’s hair and hairy pair of rough hands, I stare to stand aside, What’s up?