她走出了那个炊烟袅袅的小乡村。告别了她熟悉的每棵树,每株草,每朵花,也离开了那个深爱她的女人,只为了那渺渺无望的梦想。所幸,她成功了。站在霓虹闪烁的舞台上,她淡漠地唱着:“母亲我爱您……”台下欢呼此起彼伏,却拨不动她的一根心弦。她的心,早已在苦涩中迷失,恍若一潭死水,再激不起一丝涟漪。 She walked out of the curly smoke of small villages. Bid farewell to her familiar tree, every plant grass, every flower, but also left the woman who loved her, only for the hopeless dream. Fortunately, she succeeded. Standing on the neon flashing stage, she sang indifferently: “Mother I love you ... ” The audience cheers one after another, but can not dial her a heart string. Her heart, already lost in the bitter, reminding us of scenes of stagnant water, and then excite a trace of ripples.