小时候,母亲在我眼中严厉得不近人情,我却常常瞒着她在外面打架闯祸。母亲知道后就用一根又长又韧的松枝毫不留情地抽我。这一抽就抽了若干年,把我以前的劣习都抽得干干净净。日子一天天地飘逝,我慢慢地长大了,而母亲却渐渐老去。与别的农村妇女一样,母亲始终是朴素的。在衣着方面她一直认为朴素的衣服才好看,花花绿绿的衣服穿起来反而不自然。她这种思想也潜移默化地传给我们,于是我们都非常自豪地穿上母亲把别人送来的旧衣服改装而成的“新衣服”。 When I was a child, my mother was severely intimidated in my eyes, but I often watched her fight outside. When the mother knew it, she yanked me mercilessly with a long, tough pine branch. This pumping has been pumping for a number of years, and all my bad habits have been cleaned up. The days passed by, and I slowly grew up, but my mother grew old. Like other rural women, mothers are always simple. In terms of clothing, she always thinks plain clothes are good-looking, and colorful clothes are not natural to wear. Her thoughts were subtly passed on to us, and we were all very proud to put on the “new clothes” that my mother had modified from the old clothes she sent.