已经是深秋了,门前一排不知名的大树开始凋落。它很特别,掉下来的不是叶子,而是一根一根的小枝丫。孩子们跑过去,抢着那些树枝,抱回家给奶奶生火做饭用。突然,一辆三轮车停在我家门口,车上下来一个人,什么也没拿。我知道,是妈妈回来了。孩子们推着我,示意我叫妈妈。三年了,三年 It was late autumn. A row of unknown trees began to fall. It’s very special. It’s not the leaves that fall, it’s a small branch. The children ran over and rushed to the branches and took home and set fire to Grandma for cooking. Suddenly, a tricycle parked in front of my house and got down from the car and did nothing. I know that it was mother who came back. The children pushed me and motioned me to be my mother. Three years, three years