It can be said that I love wandering on the mountain road between heaven and hell. At dusk the next day, just after the rain stopped, I sneaked to my path to enjoy the scenery. My mother never cares about me very much. I often feel that I am just an accessory of my mother, but a small role of carrying bags on the way. She doesn't care where I go. The climate in the mountains is always unpredictable, especially in this "one hundred year hard" day, when the wind is sunny and the wind and rain suddenly make a big difference. Misty fog flows through my body, gentle wind whispers in my ear, I seem to break away from my body and integrate into this endless nature "One, two, three..."
我数着远方嶙峋的怪石,却不觉那耳边温柔的低诉渐渐变为暴躁的狂吼,待我发觉,我已害怕得全身发抖,我蓦地趴在石阶上,一动也不敢动,生命此时如此渺小,仿佛任何一阵狂风都可以将我带下那边的“地狱”。天渐渐黑下来,风毫不留情地往我脖子里钻,雨狠狠地打在我蜷缩着的冰凉的身上,我紧紧地抠住石阶,仿佛我所抓住的是我的生命。黑鸦鸦的云从四面向我压来,眼前不断晃动那深不可测的悬崖下面惨死的鬼魅。这样阴险的天气,一定不会有人冒着生命危险来寻我的,我这回死定了!我绝望极了,泪水不自觉地在眼眶里打转。这段时间,比我度过的任何时刻都长。
I counted the craggy rocks in the distance, but I didn't realize that the gentle whisper in my ear gradually turned into a furious roar. When I found out that I was shaking with fear, I suddenly fell on the stone steps and didn't dare to move. At this time, my life was so small, as if any gust of wind could lead me to hell there. It was getting dark, the wind was relentlessly drilling into my neck, and the rain hit me hard on the cold body, as if I was holding on to my life. The black crow's cloud came down on me from all sides, shaking the ghosts under the unfathomable cliff. In such a dangerous weather, no one will come to me at the risk of his life. I will die this time! I was so desperate that tears rolled in my eyes unconsciously. This period of time is longer than any time I have spent.
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