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月季花又开了,妈妈。花香淡淡,岁月悠悠,往事如梦。九年前,在这个花开的季节,您离开了我们,离开了您操劳了一辈子的家。现在,天人两隔,思念您的心好疼啊。多少次在梦中见到您,我抱着您哭诉我的思念;多少次半夜哭醒后,一个人无所依靠地坐在床上抽泣;多少次在家里,看着每一个角落,嗅着您曾经的味道,想着您曾经的温暖,流泪……一妈妈,记得吗?院子里,您栽满了花,而月季是您的最爱。粉红的,玫瑰
Rose flowers opened again, mother. Floral faint, years long, the past dreams. Nine years ago, during this blooming season, you left us and left your home for a lifetime. Now, heaven and earth are separated, miss your heart hurts. How many times I see you in my dreams, I hug you cry me my thoughts; how many times after waking up in the middle of the night, a person sitting in bed without relying on the sobs; how many times at home, looking at every corner, sniffing at you Once the taste, think of your once warm, tears ... ... a mother, remember? Yard, you planted flowers, and the rose is your favorite. Pink, rose