自幼,我就埋怨上苍给了我一个疯子做母亲:清醒时总是皱着眉头,不清醒时则满大山乱跑,还一边嚷着我的名字,使得全山沟的人都认识她,也连带让我出了名。同学们都用异样的高调子远远地叫着:“你妈今天咋不来找?”然后一片哄笑。为此,我常逃学。我恨她,常冲着她那满脸的愁容大吼:“担心啥!这不好好的嘛!”之后,她会好一阵子不犯病,但也只是一阵子,她力所能及的一阵子。 When I was young, I blamed God for giving me a mad mother: When I am awake, I always frown. When I am not awake, I run around the mountains and look at my name, so that all the people in the ravine know her. Together made me famous. The students shouted in a strange tone: “Are your mother looking for it today?” For this reason, I often skip school. I hate her, often yelling at her sad face: “Worry! It’s not good!” After that, she will not be ill for a while, but only for a while, she can do it for a while.