春节临近,我意外地被敲了一次门。一位母亲领着女儿,风尘仆仆地送来一只鸡和200元钱。而她的孩子已经从我的班级被分走一年有余了。面对这位长期在外打工,独自抚养女儿的单亲妈妈,我想起孩子在我班级那半年里的种种经历,想起当她坚定地表示要退学时,电话那端妈妈沙哑的哭诉。我破例收下了这份沉甸甸的礼物,也如愿看到这位几年没有回家的母亲如释重负的笑。送走她们,看着那冒雪顶风送来的温热的200元,我沉思良久。 Spring Festival approaching, I was knocked by surprise door. A mother led her daughter, sent a chicken and 200 dollars. And her children have been separated from my class for more than a year. In the face of the long-term working single-parent mother who raised her daughter alone, I remembered the children’s experiences during the six months of my class and remembered the hoarse cry of the phone when she was determined to withdraw from school. I received this extraordinary case of gift, but also did wish to see this few years without a mother’s relieved laugh. Sent them, watching the warm 200 yuan sent by the snow top, I pondered for a long time.