30年前,我背起行囊,到公社唯一的重点中学去读书。自此,我离开温暖的家,开始了背井离乡的生活。公社,县城,京城……最后是羊城,在生命的不同分节点,读书、拼搏、奔波、寄居。母亲,家,自此也就变成了一种象征,一个符号,一个心中备感柔软、永远牵挂却又再也回不去的地方。随着年龄的增长,离家越来越远。离开家的30年里,回家见母亲的次数,也变得越来越少,从最 Thirty years ago, I took up my luggage and went to study in the only key middle school in the commune. Since then, I left the warm home, began living a home from home. Commune, county, capital ... ... The last is the Yangcheng, at different points of life, study, hard work, rush, hometown. Mother, home, has since become a symbol, a symbol, a soft heart, always worried about but never go back to the place. As you grow older, stay away from home. In the 30 years since leaving home, the number of returning home to see mothers has also become less and less, from the most