母亲是一部心灵的巨著,读懂了她,你也就读懂了整个生命。——高尔基几度春花划过衣襟?几度枯叶飘落额际?星移斗转,在时间的洪流中我看见你的背影日渐佝偻,你的青丝渐改苍白。你生命这部大书,读懂她,实在太不容易。但,一直以来,我以为我很懂你。我以为你和其他家长一样固执和严厉。黑夜笼罩着城市,月亮也怕冷,躲在了云层后面。我推着车,一步一步沉重地踏上回家的路。我不愿回家,因为害怕你一个个的质问; Mother is a spiritual masterpiece, read her, you also understand the whole life. - Gorky several spring flowers across the skirt? Several dead leaves falling amount? Star transfer bucket turn, in the torrent of time I see your back shaggy, your gradual change of pale. This big book of your life, read her, it is not easy. But, all along, I thought I knew you well. I thought you were as stubborn and harsh as other parents. Covered in the darkness of the city, the moon is also afraid of cold, hiding behind the clouds. I pushed the car, step by step set foot on the road home. I do not want to go home, because I’m afraid you one by one question;