多年来，我总是行色匆匆地奔走在家乡与学校之间，孤身一人，风尘仆仆。日趋年迈的母亲，也总是我在家乡的站台前望见的第一道风景和最后一道风景。回家乡后，一下火车，便能望见她慈祥欣喜的面容，她高声地呼喊着我这个独生女儿的乳名，在人群中踮起脚尖，奋力挥动双臂，... Over the years, I always hurriedly ran between home and school, alone, busy schedule. The ever-growing mother is always the first and last scene I saw before my hometown platform. Back home after a train, you can see her kind and delightful face, she shouted aloud to me the only daughter’s name, tiptoe in the crowd, struggling to swing his arms, ...