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想起母亲,脑海里呈现一片紊乱。母亲如同一本厚厚的大书,我一直没有读完。读过的部分,也只记得点点滴滴的碎片。——题记
When I think of my mother, my mind is confused. My mother is like a thick book, I have not finished reading. The parts that I read will only remember bits and pieces. --Inscription