妈妈常说,我的长大,意味着她将老去。爸爸常说,有些事情,长大了自然会明白。但是,什么才是长大?我们这一池碧水总是泛着纯真的涟漪。妈妈,或许您的一些发丝已经被时光的白雪渲染出了岁月的痕迹;爸爸,或许您的眼角已经布满辛勤工作后的印迹,但我始终执著地相信,你们依 Mother often said that when I grow up, she means she will grow old. Dad often said that some things will grow up naturally understand. However, what is growing up? Our pool of clear water is always pure ripples. Mom, maybe some of your hair has been rendered by the snow of time traces of the years; father, maybe your eyes have been covered with hard work imprinting, but I always persist believe that you are dependent on