医院走廊是条冰河,孩子发烧的那晚,我度过难捱的冬天。天亮时分,看着他恢复正常的唇色,终于感到从后背传来的,你外套的温暖。我是不是像个不合格的母亲,表现得一点都不镇定?我问你。你笑,说想起年轻时我们在雪地里打雪仗的样子,我慌张失措,有点可爱。孩子慢慢长大,我们还没变老,多好。四季不歇轮转,或许还会有艰难的冬天,但春亦常在。 Hospital corridor is a glacier, the child has a fever that night, I spent the hard winter. At dawn, watching his return to normal lip color, and finally came from the back, your coat warm. I am not like a failed mother, did not calm at all performance? I ask you. You laugh, think of the way we snowball fight in the snow, I feel panicked, a little cute. Children grow up slowly, we have not become old, how good. Intermittent rotation throughout the seasons, and perhaps there will be difficult winter, but spring is also often.