云啊,深蓝色的云,我想念你,我的母亲。那夜,我流泪了,就在面包车接走母亲的那一刻,就在母亲轻轻抚摩着我的头, 笑着对我说再见的时候,门被轻轻地带上,我陷入了彷徨。渐渐地,我渐渐地明白, 母亲走了。那是第一次,母亲走得那么远,要跨过中东,飞向法国,再转机去摩洛哥。那夜,我流泪了,那么深地回想起一个人。 Cloud, dark blue cloud, I miss you, my mother. That night, I was in tears, and just at the moment the van took her mother, I gently stroked my head on the mother’s face. When I said goodbye with a smile, the door was gently taken in, and I was stunned. Gradually, I gradually realized that my mother was gone. It was the first time that the mother had gone so far that she had to cross the Middle East, fly to France, and turn again to Morocco. That night, I was in tears, so I recalled a person deeply.