小时候,我时常见母亲在家门前的小路口等待父亲回家,那情景让我终生难忘。在秋天的季节里,一层厚厚的落叶,铺满了无限延伸的小路,哗啦啦地响个不停,像一首忧伤的曲子,母亲每天都徘徊在这条小路上,不停地向路的另一头张望。傍晚时分,家门前昏暗的灯光下,映出母亲焦急等待的一张脸,虽然母亲的头发被风吹起,凌乱地飞舞着,但她眼望路 When I was young, I often saw my mother waiting for my father to go home at a small intersection in front of the house. That scene made me unforgettable forever. In the autumn season, a layer of thick leaves, covered with infinitely extending path, crashed ringing, like a sad song, the mother hovers in this small road every day, kept to The other side of the road looked. In the evening, the dim light in front of the house reflected a face the mother was anxiously waiting for. Although her mother’s hair was blown by the wind and was flying in disarray,