接到母亲病危的电报,我心急如焚地和德伟弟赶往故乡。三月,大地回春,最令人留恋的季节,而母亲,却要走了。 她已经听不见我的话了,伤心之余,又为她感到欣慰,至少她可以少受点病痛的折磨。我和弟弟及哥、嫂、姐姐默默为母亲祈祷,愿她在九泉之下安息。 父亲因病在我五岁时就过早谢世了,那时,母亲只有三十七岁。大哥十三岁,姐姐十一岁,二哥七岁,弟弟仅仅一岁半。不敢想象一个普通的农家妇女,面对尚不懂事的五个孩子,泪往哪儿洒,苦向谁诉。可怜的妈妈为了这个家, Receiving the mother’s telegram, I was anxious and drove to his hometown. March, the earth rejuvenation, the most nostalgic season, but the mother, but left. She had not heard my words, but she was relieved to feel sad, at least she could be less afflicted by the pain. My brother and brother, sister, sister silently pray for his mother, would she rest in peace under the fountain of Nine. My father died of disease prematurely when I was five years old because my mother was only 37. Big brother thirteen, sister eleven, brother seven, brother only a year and a half. Can not imagine an ordinary farmhouse women, the face of the five children are not sensible, where to shed tears, who complained of bitterness. Poor mother for this home,