二十年后我回到家,见到了满头银发的母亲。老人尽管皱纹爬上了前额,但还神清气爽。她见我回来,脸上绽开欣喜笑容:“怎么样?生活得还习惯吗?”接着,她滔滔不绝地说起了家乡巨大变化,生活的美满幸福,老人们的安逸晚年。就这样,我们聊到深夜还意犹未尽呢! Twenty years later I came home and saw a silver-haired mother. Despite the wrinkles, the elderly climbed his forehead, but he was refreshing. She saw me back, his face joyful smile: “What? Life is still used to it?” Then, she endlessly talked about the great changes in his hometown, happy life, the old age of comfort. In this way, we still have to talk late at night still do it!