我知道生命再富丽旖旎,最终也逃不了离世的悲剧。或许现在说出这些话太过残酷。即使我已然能在你的脸庞上寻到岁月侵蚀的痕迹,在你不经意的微笑间瞥见难以掩藏的沧桑,我也知道,上帝将你留给我的时间还很多。但看着岁月正一点一点地将你从我身边扯走,我也不由自主地害怕,害怕你离开。人到一定岁数时会“返老还童”。时光荏苒,曾经的我是那样调皮,是你这位充满活力的母亲在管教我,担心我,害怕失去我;而现在,长大后的我竟发现你变得像个小孩子一样,处处担心你,像一个无奈的父亲时时操心自己顽皮的孩子,害怕你走丢,害怕你离开我。我曾写过一篇日记名为《七月星》,大抵是 I know life is more beautiful and beautiful, and finally can not escape the tragedy of death. Perhaps it is too cruel to say these words now. Even though I have been able to find traces of years of erosion on your face, glimpse of the hard-to-hide vicissitudes in your casual smile, I also know that there is still a long way God will leave you with me. But looking at the years are bit by bit to pull you away from me, I also involuntarily afraid, afraid of you to leave. When a certain age will be “rejuvenating”. Time flies, once I was so naughty, is your energetic mother in discipline me, fear me, afraid of losing me; and now, after growing up, I actually found that you become like a child, always worried about You, like a helpless father, always worry about his naughty child, afraid of losing you, afraid of you leaving me. I have written a diary called “July Star”, probably