一个花开的季节,一个彩色的下午。我百无聊赖地翻着妈妈的皮包,毫无目的。我的手伸进了1皮包最里面,那最隐蔽的夹层,我的手触到了一个冰凉的东西——一张贺卡。一张生日贺卡。这是我送给妈妈的。那已经是很久以前的事了,3年前妈妈过生日时我送了妈妈这张贺卡。上学时路过文教店,2我一时兴起买了回来。送给妈妈时,她一脸的喜悦和激动,小心翼翼地双手接过去,又爱不释手地捧进她的房间。我的心像是猛地被揪起,有点疼。 A blossoming season, a colorful afternoon. I bore my mother’s bag without help, without any purpose. My hand reached into the innermost part of the bag. The most hidden mezzanine, my hand touched a cold thing - a greeting card. A birthday card. This is what I gave to my mother. It was already a long time ago. When my mother had her birthday three years ago, I sent my mother this greeting card. Passing through culture and education shop when I was school, 2 I bought it after I got up. When she gave it to her mother, she looked with joy and excitement. She took it with both hands carefully, and adored her in her room. My heart is like being slammed and it hurts a bit.