小时候总记不住自己的生日,直到有一年,我过了一个非常特别生日,以后的生日我便牢牢记住了。那一天,我像往常一样迎着夕阳,一路踢着小石子回家去,远远望见小屋前伫立的母亲那熟悉的身影,我飞奔过去,搂住母亲的脖子。母亲让我坐到桌前,桌上已放好一本书和一碗热腾腾的线面,上面 When I was young, I couldn’t remember my birthday. Until one year later, I had a very special birthday. I remembered my birthday later. On that day, I met the setting sun as usual, kicked the pebbles home, and looked far to the familiar figure of the mother standing in front of the hut. I flew over and caught my mother’s neck. My mother asked me to sit at the table with a book and a hot line on the table.