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阳光越过窗框,一片一片的。斑驳而灿烂的光带在你的肩头闪烁着,我坐在教室后头,身旁是读不懂的高年级教科书。我静静地瞧着你,有无数白色的粉笔灰在你的头顶上扑腾着翅膀,那片歇在你肩头的光带,明明是轻巧而俏皮地歇着,可为什么你的肩头微微下塌,仿佛扛着巨大的石头?我的眼神暗淡了。我是什么时候决定长大要成为母亲的?小时候我总是这样,放学早就飞快地从后门窜入母亲上课的教室,搭个小板凳,偏着头看她。母亲看见
Sunshine across the window frame, one by one. Mottled and brilliant light shining in your shoulders, I sat behind the classroom, beside reading do not understand the high school textbooks. I quietly looked at you, there are countless white chalk ash fluttering your wings, that piece of light resting in your shoulder band, obviously light and playful rest, but why your shoulders slightly collapsed , As if carrying a huge stone? My eyes bleak. When did I decide to grow up to be a mother? When I was young, I always did so. After school, I swiftly flew into the classroom of my mother from the back door and took a small stool to look at her. Mother saw it