清晨,我独自走在上班的路上,刚刚下过一场雪,空气寒冷而清凉,寒冷的清风不时亲吻着我的脸颊,不由得一阵寒意从心底泛起。母亲离去的那一刻,又一次浮现在我的眼前。失去母亲的悲伤,犹如一场挥之不去的梦,常常会侵袭着我的心房并潜藏在我的心灵深处。回想许多年以来与母亲相依相伴、风雨相牵,母亲是我的依托,而今在我48岁的那一年里失去了我的母爱,犹如失去了自己生命的另一半。 Early in the morning, I walked alone to work on the road, just had a snow, cold and cool air, cold breeze from time to time kisses my cheek, could not help but a burst of cold from the bottom of my heart. The moment my mother departed, once again appeared in front of me. Lost mother’s sadness, like a lingering dream, often invaded my atrium and hidden in the depths of my heart. Looking back upon my mother for many years, I recall that my mother was my support. Now, in my 48 years, I lost my maternal love as if I had lost the other half of my life.