“那三百年来梦寐不忘的生母,请叫我的乳名,叫我一声澳门,母亲啊,母亲,我要回来。”(闻一多)每每听到这句诗,眼泪便会簌簌落下,几度轮回,不灭的便是母亲唤儿的乳名,它如同维系风筝的一根心线,无论我飞入遥远的天际,还是落入深深的峡谷,都时刻将我系念;它是一缕游丝的梦,无论汪 “The mother who had never forgotten her in those three hundred years, please call my name and tell me to say ”Macao, mother, mother, I want to come back." (Wen Yi Duo) Whenever I hear this poem, my tears will go down. When it falls, it is a mother’s name that is immortal. It is like a heart of a kite. Whether I’m flying into a distant sky or falling into a deep canyon, I’m always obliged to remember it. It’s a dream of a hairspring