炎热抑或寒冷的日子里,总想把母亲当作一棵树,在它上面筑巢,栖息,那份舒适的感受,真像醉酒后的酣睡,久久不愿醒来。于是,当有一天离开家,我们就如同一只只展翅飞走的鸟儿,常常将浓浓的思念挂在高高的枝头,任风吹乱了我们整齐的黑发,任雨打湿了我们凝视的双眸。而母亲在远方,除了同样的守望,她只能伸出骨节分明的双手,把这颗相思树培养的更加茁壮,以盛放我们日渐 Hot or cold days, always want to be a tree as a mother, nesting above it, habitat, share of the feeling of comfort, really like drunk sleeping, a long time do not want to wake up. So when we leave home one day, we act like a bird that only flies away and often hang deep thoughts on high branches, let the wind blow our tidy dark hair and let the rain wet The eyes we stare The mother in the distance, in addition to the same watch, she can only stretch out the joints clear-cut hands, the Acacia cultivation of the more robust to contain our growing