还记得小时候,夏天的那个夜晚,我躺在竹椅里,看着星空,数着星星。妈妈坐在身边,摇着扇子,替我驱(qū)赶蚊虫。还记得妈妈一边摇着扇子,一边哼着歌谣。那些歌词儿早已记不起了,曲子也模模糊糊了,但妈妈摇着扇子的身影,还有她哼唱歌谣的神态,却一直留在我的脑海里,我一直觉得妈 Remember when I was young, that summer night, I lay in a bamboo chair, watching the stars, counting the stars. Mom sitting around, shaking his fan, drive me mosquitoes. Remember my mother rocking a fan while humming songs. Those lyrics have long been remembered, the song is also blurred, but my mother shake the figure of the fans, as well as her humming demeanor, but has been in my mind, I always think Mom