论文部分内容阅读
随着天气渐暖,路旁的杨柳吐翠,又一年清明节将至。我和弟弟驱车数百里回到单县老家,在爷爷、奶奶和母亲的坟前,摆上水果,斟满酒杯,点燃纸钱,默默地将亲人追念。缭绕的青烟升起,纸钱化蝶,随风飘散。我的思绪也随之穿越时空,回到从前......1996年11月7日,这是一个与往年一样平常的立冬日,而对于我来说,却是个无比悲伤、哀痛的日子。就在这一天的早晨,我的母亲,一个勤劳一生,饱经苦难和疾病折磨的她,永远抛下了无比眷顾的家庭和儿女,撒手远去!母亲叫朱宪,1931年出生在山东省单县城
As the weather getting warmer, the roadside willow spit Tsui, another year Ching Ming Festival approaching. My brother and I drove hundreds of miles back to single-county home, in the grandfather, grandmother and mother’s grave, put on fruit, filling glass, lit paper money, quietly loved ones. Smoke filled the wind rose, paper money butterflies, wind drift. My mind passed through time and space again, back to the past. On November 7, 1996, it was a winter as usual as in previous years, but for me it was a day of great sorrow and sorrow . Just on the morning of this day, my mother, a hard-working life, suffering from misery and disease, always cast away the extremely favored families and children and let her go! Mother was Zhu Xian, born in 1931 in Shandong Province Single county