街上慢慢恢复往日的模样,门前的溪水跳着欢快的舞步离开了,草丛里有星星点点的小花,鸟儿跳上树梢哼起歌来,猫儿站在阳光里懒懒地伸个腰,家里的长辈们为儿女准备好了家乡的腊肉。我知道,母亲离别的日子就要到了。与母亲分别的那种痛是无法用语言描绘的,只能用眼神表达,可谁又能读懂我无言的凝眸呢?那天,我和妈妈像往常一样吃过早饭,又像 Slowly restored the streets look like the past, in front of the river jumping dancing cheerful step away, there are little bits of flowers in the grass, the birds danced on the treetops humming, cats stand in the sun lazily A waist, elders at home ready for their children’s bacon. I know the day my mother’s parting is coming. The kind of pain that is separate from the mother can not be portrayed in words, but can only be expressed with eyes. Who can read my speechless gaze? That day, my mother and I ate breakfast as usual,