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多少次,我站在高高的领奖台上,享受着鲜花与掌声,却不见台下黑暗一隅你绽放的笑颜;多少次,我在这大千世界里横冲直撞,却不见你默默为我收拾行囊的身影;多少次,我像个长不大的孩子般纵情地奔跑,却不见你深情注视我的眼神。我的母亲,你如地下的泉水一般,默默汇集,哺育我成长;而我如地上的喷泉一样,大声喧哗,越喷越高。
How many times, I stand on the high podium, enjoy the flowers and applause, but you do not see the dark corner of the dark smile you bloom; how many times, I am rampant in this world, but I see you silently pack up for me Figure; how many times, I run like a grown up like a child, but I did not see your affectionate eyes look at me. My mother, you are like an underground spring, gathering in silence, nurturing me to grow; and I, like the ground fountain, loud noise, the more the higher the spray.