刚入大学校园,我随身带来了一个精致的小木盒子。室友们都很好奇,望着她们疑惑的眼神,我解释说:“里面装着的是妈妈给我的爱。”她们更显迷惑了,执意让我打开木盒子。在她们的注视下,我轻轻地拿掉盖子,令她们吃惊的是,盒子里整整齐齐摆放着几捆写了字的纸条,接着我给她们讲述这些纸条的来历。 在我的印象中,妈妈一直很忙,似乎难对我尽管教之责。从四岁起我就上幼儿园,六岁上小学,一直都是爸爸照顾。有时候我还没醒,妈妈就已经去上班了。所以家里少不了留言条。自从我识字以后,妈妈给我的留言条也 Just entering the university campus, I brought a fine wooden box. Roommates are curious, looking at their puzzled eyes, I explained: “It is filled with the love my mother gave.” They were even more confused, insisted that I open the wooden box. Under their gaze, I gently removed the lid. What surprised them was that the boxes were neatly placed with a few bundles of signed notes, and then I told them about the origin of the notes. In my mind, my mother has been busy, it seems difficult to teach me despite the responsibility. I was kindergarten since I was four and elementary school at the age of six and have always taken care of my father. Sometimes I’m awake, my mother has gone to work. So there is a message at home. Since my literacy, the message my mother gave me also