那是2015年的春天。初春。那天是我在母亲去世后第一次上学。人说春风飞扬,可这大好春日却比深秋更为肃杀。秋风扫落叶,春风锥我心。他们说,孩子你要坚强。他们说,孩子你看前方还有很长的路要走。他们说,孩子你别怕我牵着你。他们说……是啊,前方还有漫漫长路,而我又能哀求什么呢?我只能使劲揉揉我哭 That is the spring of 2015. Early spring. That day was the first time I went to school after my mother died. People say that the spring breeze, but this is a great Spring Festival even more chilling than late autumn. Fall leaves, spring cone my heart. They say you need strong children. They said there’s still a long way to go if you look at the children. They said, child, do not be afraid of me holding you. They say ... yes, there’s still a long way to go, and what can I beg for? I can only rub me hard