我们第一次见面,是在十几年前的冬天。那时的我已经会走,会跑,还会伶俐地说话,而你,还只是个被妈妈抱在怀里的婴儿。虽然我并不记得当时的情景,但是我想,我的心里应该是嫉妒你的。我并没有比你大多少,只是二十几个月而已,小小的我可没有那等宽宏大量,大方地把妈妈让给你。我还记得,小时候你总是独占妈妈。晚上看电视的时候,你总是喜欢依偎在妈妈身边,用细瘦的胳膊圈着妈妈的腰,感受着妈妈身上特殊的香味。 The first time we met, it was winter ten years ago. At that time I will go, I will run, I will be able to speak smartly, and you are only a baby in my arms. Although I do not remember the scene at the time, I think my heart should be jealous of you. I am not much bigger than you, only twenty months only, I can not be so small that generous, generous mother to give you. I still remember that when you were young, you always had exclusive mommy. When you watch TV in the evening, you always like to nestle in the mother’s side, with a thin arm around her mother’s waist and feel the special fragrance of her mother.