我想我们真是一对不和谐的母女。很多时候会无意识地瞥过母亲因岁月流逝变得暗黄的脸, 瞥过她沉淀了沧桑的蔓延出鱼尾纹的眼睛,瞥过她对我的不认真依旧暴怒的举止,我总会按住自己的手腕,感觉到一脉相承的血液的跳动,即使与她有太多太多的积怨,我亦无法不承认,这个女人,用她瘦弱单薄的肩,撑起了我的命运。 I think we are really a discordant mother and daughter. Most of the time, I would unwittingly pass through my mother’s face that had turned yellow due to the passage of time. I had passed through her vicissitudes of crow’s feet, and she ran through my irrational behavior. I always held myself down. In the wrist, I felt the same beating of the blood. Even if I had too many grievances with her, I could not refuse to admit that this woman, with her thin, thin shoulders, propped up my destiny.