母亲病了。我那无所不能的母亲终也病了。清瘦的脸上少了红润的光泽,原先清澈的双眸也仿佛一夜间蒙上了层黑纱。在我的记忆中,从来都是母亲在我病时为我添衣煎药,如今看着这般的母亲,一时竟有些不知所措。只能静静地挽着她的手,慢慢地走。回到家,母亲说累了,径直向 Mother is ill. My omnipotent mother is finally ill. Lighter face less rosy luster, the original clear eyes also seemed to cast a layer of black gauze overnight. In my memory, my mother was always a victim of my illness when I was ill. Now I am overwhelmed with such a mother. Only quietly holding her hand, walk slowly. Back home, my mother said tired, straight