我见过一个母亲,一个阳光下守望的母亲。母亲就站在七月炙热的阳光下,翘首望着百米外的考场,神色凝重。母亲脸上早己狼藉着豆大的汗珠,汗水早将她的衣衫浸染得水洗一样,她的花白的头发零乱地贴在前额上。母亲就这样半张着嘴一动不动地盯着考场,站成一尊雕像。树阴下说笑的家长 I have seen a mother, a watchman in the sun. Mother stood in the hot sun in July, eagerly looking at the examination room 100 meters, look dignified. Her mother’s face had already been covered with sweat by beans, sweat had been soaked in her clothes as washed, her gray hair cluttered in the forehead. So half a mother holding her eyes fixed motionless examination room, standing into a statue. Under the trees joking parents