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那年秋天,玉米正竭尽全力抽穗,我带着母亲整理好的行李,揣着一份录取通知书上路了。弯弯曲曲的土路在玉米、枣刺的地盘上蜿蜒,我越走越远,渐渐变成一个小点儿,尽管村头的母亲早已看不到我,但我知道,母亲那希冀的眼神儿,一直在我身后,这让我温暖熨帖。坐上到吉林的火车,我才明白,这是要到三千里之外的关东去了。尽管在北京站的经历,让我如鲠在喉,但对未知生活的向往冲淡了那种不快,一天两夜的火车之旅后,我来到
That fall, the corn was making every effort to make the ear, I took my mother packed luggage, Chuaizhuo a letter of acceptance on the road. Curvy dirt road in maize, jujube thorn meandering on the site, I farther and farther, and gradually become a little bit, although the mother of the village has long been to see me, but I know that the mother that hope Child, has been behind me, it makes me warm ironing posts. Get on the train to Jilin, I realized that it is going to Kanto three thousand miles away. Despite my experience at Beijing Railway Station, I was stuck in the throat, but my longing for unknown life dipped the unpleasant day and night after a train trip and I came