时光带走了她太多的荣耀与悲凉,唯独没有侵蚀她看我的眼神。这种眼神,见证了我的每一次摔倒、伤痛、难过、收获、喜悦和成长。有的时候,我会突然怀疑我妈妈不爱我。尽管她总是含蓄地表示我对于她来说有多么重要。她为我付出了多少青春年月甚至毕生精力,我还是有些固执地认为,那些所谓的爱和付出都是基于对我成绩的要求和未来的期许。如果我没有那么优秀,甚至—无所长,也许她就不会这样看似不求回报地对我好。每次想到这些,我都会隐隐地觉得委屈,觉得孤独,觉得无助, Time took her too much glory and sadness, but did not eclipse her look at my eyes. This look, I witnessed every fall, pain, sadness, harvest, joy and growth. Sometimes, I suddenly suspect my mother does not love me. Although she always implicitly shows how important I am to her. How much youth she spent for her or even her lifelong effort, and I still have some stubbornly believe that those so-called love and pay are based on the requirements of my score and the future expectations. If I’m not that good, or even - I’m not good, maybe she would not look good to me like this. Every time I think of these, I will faintly feel grievances, feel lonely, feel helpless,