翻看旧像册,一张15岁时与母亲的合影猛地跳入眼帘。照片上的我身着白色T恤和一条淡蓝色的喇叭裤,满脸的笑容,而母亲却是怯怯的。刹那间,往事像一条奔腾的河流,从记忆深处汹涌而来。小的时候,父母工作很忙,加之有一个年长一岁的哥哥,于是我几乎是刚断奶,就被送到了乡下的外婆家。在那里,我习惯了在外婆的怀里入睡,习惯了聆听虫儿和鸟儿的鸣叫,习惯了漫天飞舞地玩耍。可是小伙伴们总是起哄地喊我是个没妈的孩子,我很委屈,就跑去问外婆,妈妈在哪里?外婆说你妈妈在城里给你盖房子呢,好大的房子呀,盖好了就接你回去啦。 Looked at the old album, a 15-year-old with his mother suddenly jumped into the picture. I was wearing a white T-shirt and a light blue bell-bottoms on the photo, his face smiling, while his mother was timid. Suddenly, the past is like a Pentium river, from the memory of deep turmoil. When I was young, my parents were very busy working together with an older brother, so I was almost weaned and sent to the country’s grandmother. There, I used to fall asleep in my grandmother’s arms, accustomed to listening to insects and birds tweets, used to play in the sky. But my companions always shouted to call me a childless child, I was wronged and ran to ask my grandmother, where is my mother? Grandma said your mother in the city to build a house for you, big house, cover Well, I’ll take you back.