岁月如长河,静静地流淌,不知不觉中儿子已经上学了。每天,他背起书包对我说“妈妈,再见”时,目送他小小的身影渐渐走远时,我的心便会涌起一番感慨:这是记忆中那娇嫩、幼小的婴孩吗?一声声的啼哭尚在耳边回响,不甘束缚的身躯犹在怀中挣扎,而今,他也迈出了人生的步伐。时光留在脸上的痕迹已无法抹去,做个母亲真好的感觉却在一天天增加。 Years, such as the long river, quietly flowing, unknowingly son has gone to school. Every day, when he said “Mom, goodbye” with his backpack in his hand, my heart is filled with emotion when I look at his small figure. Is this a delicate, young baby in memory? The sound of crying is still in my ears, unwilling to bond the body still struggling in his arms, and now, he also took the pace of life. Traces of the time left on the face have not been erased, and being a mother, the feeling of goodness has been increasing day by day.