第一次见到她是在深秋,满眼都是飘零的落叶。当我把苦恋了3年的冰正式推到我父母的眼前时,母亲对于眼前这个农村出身的苦孩子没有半点好感。那时的冰又黑又瘦且极不善言辞,母亲冷冷的,只有一句话:“你们死了这条心吧!”那段日子,我在母亲的泪水和唾沫里漂浮。冰很固执,不肯退半步,常常在星期天坐上两小时的车赶来, The first time I saw her in late autumn, all eyes are falling leaves. When I formally pushed my 3-year-old ice into my parents’s eyes, my mother did not feel the slightest impression of the bitter child of rural origin. At that time the ice was dark and thin and extremely unsympathetic, his mother cold, only one sentence: “You die of this heart!” During those days, I floating in the tears of my mother and spittle. Ice is stubborn, refused to take a half step, often sit on a Sunday car came two hours,