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最近,我看了龙应台的《目送》,心中感触良多,倍受感动。这不由得让我想起我的母亲和我。12岁的我,小小的身躯背着沉重的书包,拖着沉重的行李箱,独自一人千里迢迢来到郑州上学。每当月亮在天空中挂起,我便心潮腾涌。一个人孤身在外,怎能不想念家乡?还有那一个个身影,父亲、母亲、姥爷、姥姥……我仰望月亮,希望能寄一份相思到家里。家已好久未见,不知模样是否变化。每当躺在床上,总能回想起家里的很多东西:床、被子、枕头、桌子……甚至,连勺子部去回
Recently, I read Lung Ying-ting’s “Eyes-on”, feeling a lot in my heart and I was greatly touched. This can not help but remind me of my mother and me. 12-year-old I, a small body carrying a heavy bag, dragging heavy luggage, alone to the Zhengzhou school. Whenever the moon hangs in the sky, I feel it. A man alone, how can we not miss hometown? There a figure, father, mother, grandpa, grandma ... ... I look up to the moon, hoping to send a copy of Acacia home. Home for a long time no see, I do not know whether the change. Whenever I lie in bed, I can always recall a lot of things in the house: bed, quilt, pillow, table ... even with spoon back