那个乍暖还寒的凌晨,母亲终于来到了我的梦中。我在梦魇中醒来,没有泪水,没有惊慌,混沌中满是沉甸甸的思念。母亲走了,在2016年庆祝猴年的鞭炮声中悄然走了,她安静地陪着全家过完了农历新年,在初二凌晨2点40分,目光伴着那一缕青烟随风而散,时光永远定格在她66岁的美丽容颜。沉寂冰冷的冬天让我不忍有思念。那一次,天空下着雨,雨点轻轻地敲打着车窗,湿漉漉的空气和 That warm and cold morning, my mother finally came to my dream. I wake up in the nightmare, no tears, no panic, chaos full of heavy thoughts. Her mother went away and celebrated the year of 2016 with the sound of firecrackers in the Year of the Monkey quietly gone. She quietly accompanied the whole family over the Lunar New Year. At 2:40 on the morning of the second day her eyes were scattered with smoke , Time is always frozen in her 66-year-old beautiful face. I can not bear to miss the silent cold winter. That time, the sky was raining, the raindrops tapping the window, the wet air and