汽笛划破夜空那一对，我拥着疲弱的母亲奔问月台。拾阶而上时，她的脚下几乎是两央一步，人群在窗口拥动力在服装整齐的队伍甲找寻着自己的孩子．站在人群外围，母亲的眼神是那般急切，千言万语咽在嘴角，她没有呼唤小jj的名字，只是还默地顺着每个窗口寻觅。忽然，她手一指， Siren scratched the sky that pair, I hold the weak mother ran to the platform. When she stepped up, her foot was almost double-edged, and the crowd in the window was motivated to find her own child in well-dressed ranks. Standing outside the crowd, the mother’s eyes are so eager, a thousand words swallowed in the mouth, she did not call the name of small jj, but also quietly looking down each window. Suddenly, she refers to one hand,