是她,用温暖的子宫和十个月的艰辛铸就了我们为人的形状;是她,用彻骨的疼痛和手术台上的挣扎赐予了我们降临人世的希望。我们第一声并不嘹亮的啼哭只有她会幸福地倾听,我们第一次探出脑袋贪婪吮吸乳汁的模样只有她会深刻地铭记。她在世的 It was her, with warm uterus and the hardships of ten months that shaped us as human beings; it was she who gave us hope of coming to the world with biting pain and struggling on the operating table. We didn’t cry for the first time. Only she would listen happily. The first time we leaned out our head and greedy sucked milk, she would only remember it deeply. She is alive