母亲的提篮的确太沉太沉,二里路不到,我的手指都被勒红了。
My mother's basket is really too heavy. It's less than two li away. My fingers are red.
篮子里是布料,母亲每天晚上都要用它们做成成衣,明天再拿到市场上出卖,这是我家唯一能够生钱的法门。
There are cloth in the basket. Every night, my mother makes clothes out of them and sells them in the market tomorrow. This is the only way for my family to earn money.
“你入学的新书包有人给你拿,你雨中的花摺伞有人给你打。你爱吃的三鲜饺有人她给你包,你委屈的泪花她有人给你擦。啊,这个人就是娘啊,这个人就是妈。……”不知从哪里传来了这熟悉而深情的歌声,歌词清晰,字字都像重重地敲打着我的心。听着听着,我的眼眶又一次被泪水打湿了。
"The new book bag you enrolled in has been taken for you, and the flower folding umbrella in your rain has been beaten for you. You love to eat three fresh dumplings, she gave you the package, you wronged tears, she has someone to wipe you. Ah, this man is mother, this man is mother... " I don't know where the familiar and affectionate song comes from. The lyrics are clear and the words are beating my heart heavily. Listen, my eyes are wet with tears again.
写到这里,母亲那个提着篮子,瘦小而单薄的身影又出现在我的眼前……
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