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有时我们是闺蜜,分享心事;有时我们是冤家,互相赌气;有时我们是朋友,互相欣赏。女儿随学校去台湾演出,临行那晚,陪她整理行李。看她在纸上一一列好要带的衣物,一件件从衣柜里拿出,再仔细叠好放到行李箱,偶尔跟我说话,征求我的意见,独立而有序,好像她不是12岁,而是20岁。她做这些的时候,我就坐在她身边,静静地陪着她。12年,就仿佛天荒地老那么慢,又好像白驹过隙那样快。她是一路欢歌笑语奔跑着的小太阳,而我是她身后矛盾纠结的母亲。怀她时怕她难看了以后嫁不出去,
Sometimes we are girlfriends, to share their thoughts; sometimes we are friends, pique each other; sometimes we are friends, appreciate each other. Daughter went to Taiwan with the school performance, leaving the night, accompanied her to organize luggage. Look at her on the paper one by one to bring good clothes, one piece from the closet, and then carefully folded into the trunk, and occasionally talk to me, seek my opinion, independent and orderly, as if she is not 12 years old, but 20 years old. When she did these, I sat beside her and quietly with her. 12 years, it seems as old as ever so slow, it seems as quick as the gap. She is the little sun running along with laughter and laughter, and I am the tangled mother behind her. Pregnant with her afraid of her ugly after marrying can not go out,