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如果这个世界真的存在神灵,我想妈妈一定可以每天看着我们。当我们在与癌症抗争的这条路上艰难行进的时候,妈妈的祝福一定伴随着我的每一个脚步。我爱您,妈妈。愿天堂里的您美丽依旧。每年冬天,随着初雪的飘落,内心里那沉寂在深处的思念便如缕缕青烟升腾起来。2002年12月20日,妈妈永远地离开了我们。这许多年来,陪伴母亲的那些光景常如影浮现,无论是梦境中的相遇,或是忽然涌上心头的思念,都会伴随着冬雪的初临纷纷扬扬地把我重新包裹起来。在很多年前,这样的包裹让冬季变得更加冰冻与冷酷,而这些年来,我却常感到有种如阳光般温暖的目光注视着我,给我力量和希望。
If the gods really exist in this world, I think mom must be able to look at us every day. When we are struggling on this road to fighting cancer, Mom’s blessing is sure to come with every step of my life. I love you, Mom. May your beauty in paradise be the same. Every winter, with the beginning of snow falling, the silence in the heart is like a plume of smoke rising. On December 20, 2002, my mother left us forever. For many years, those scenes of my mother’s motherhood often appear in circles. Whether it is the encounter in dreams or the thoughts that suddenly come to my mind, I am going to re-wrap myself along with the beginning of winter snow. Many years ago, such packages made the winter more freezing and cold, and over the years I have often felt a warm, sun-like look on me, giving me strength and hope.