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小时候,总以为母亲是一本平实的书,无需倾注任何的诠释就能读懂她;总以为自己已经长大,母亲总是一间古老的旧房,没有了新的风景;总以为母亲的嘱咐是一种唠叨,我总是不予理睬;总以为母亲宽容的心不需儿女的呵护;总以为……
When I was young, I always thought my mother was a plain book and could read her without any interpretation. I always thought I had grown up and my mother was always an old old house with no new scenery. I always thought my mother Told is a nagging, I always ignore; always thought her mother’s heart of tolerance without the care of children; always thought ...