岁月无声,流年无迹,转眼我已踏过十五个春夏秋冬。成长的历程并非一帆风顺,情感的欠缺,把我和妈妈隔成了两座孤立的山峰。那年,雪花飘散,爷爷奶奶牵着我的手走到了七岁的寒冷冬季。那个冬天,一张脸第一次出现在了我的生活里。“妈妈”这两个字对于我来说十分熟悉,但关于“妈妈”的记忆却几乎为零。邻居小 Years of silence, fleeting no trace, I have already stepped fifteen seasons. Growth is not smooth sailing, lack of emotion, separated me and my mother into two isolated peaks. That year, snow drift, grandparents took my hand to the cold winter of seven years old. That winter, a face first appeared in my life. The word “mother” is very familiar to me, but the memory of “mother” is almost zero. Neighbors small