在母亲去世后的很长一段时间里,我像失了魂似的,每天不知做什么好,只想找个人陪我好好说说话,把心里的痛楚、悔恨一股脑倒出来。我真怕,这种情绪在我心里,一个劲发酵,会撑爆了我的心脏,我的身体。可是我发现,我身边的人竟然都这么忙。而唯一那个,从不曾嫌我唠叨的人,却再也不能听我絮叨了。这种心在流血却置身孤岛的感觉,让我内心荒凉、魂不守舍。这种感觉,母亲应该也有过,也许比我更强烈。可是我究竟明白得太晚了。 For a long time after my mother’s death, I lost my soul. I did not know what I was doing everyday. I just wanted to find someone to talk to me and to pour out the pain and remorse in my heart. I’m so scared, this feeling in my heart, a strong fermentation, will bounce my heart, my body. But I found that people around me turned out to be so busy. The only one, who never suspected me nagging, but can not listen to me again. This heart is bleeding but exposure to the feeling of isolated islands, let my heart desolate, unconscious. This feeling, the mother should have had, may be more intense than me. But I really understand too late.