象一片患病的树叶一样,没等到深秋就从枝干上静静地褪下来。妈妈,您落了,在经历了短短的52个春秋之后,您彻底地落了。 春去春又回,谁会留意一片叶子的飘落呢?只有我,只有你的儿子虔诚地为你磕头。每当清明,我总会来到母亲的坟前,独对那一堆黄土,坐上一天,然后让思绪逆着时间走去,感受她那宽广的胸怀曾经是怎样温暖的摇篮! Like a diseased leaf, did not waft quietly from the branches until late autumn. Mom, you have fallen, after a short period of 52 years, you completely fall. Spring and spring back, who will pay attention to the fall of a leaf it? Only me, only your son kowtow piously for you. Whenever it is clear, I always come to my mother’s grave, alone on the pile of loess, sit for a day, and then let my thoughts go against the time, feel her broad mind was the cradle of what was once warm!