世上最爱我们的那个人,也许并不是对我们说“我爱你”最多的那个人,她的爱常常沉静羞涩以至无法言表。也许我们都像文中诗里那个长大了的孩子,从不知道走到马路边时,她仍然想要伸出手去牵住我们的手。在你的家里,是不是也有这样一面不说话但已万语千言的“格言墙”?在你和母亲之间,是不是也有这样从不表白但爱恋深沉的美好默契? The one who loves us the most in the world may not be the one who tells us the most “I love you,” and her love is often shy and unspeakable. Maybe we are like the grown-up child in the poem, never knowing when walking down the street, she still wants to reach over and hold our hand. In your home, is not there also such a do not speak but thousands of words of “motto”? Between you and your mother, is there also such a never confession but love deep good tacit understanding?