母亲并不是一个贤妻良母型的女人。自我记事起,家里的一日三餐外加下午点心都是父亲亲手做的。可是,从父亲换了工作以后,他的行程就好像上帝刻意安排过的一样,与我的日程表完全错开。早餐或午饭他还可以勉强为我们做,而傍晚就是给他插上翅膀,怕也赶不回来为我做晚饭了。于是,我的母亲——那时只会烧开水和煮方便面的母亲,便开始迎着夕阳,独自守着袅袅的水蒸气,为她亲爱的女儿煮粥。 The mother is not a wives and mothers type of woman. Since my memoir, the family three meals a day plus afternoon snacks are done by my father. However, after changing his job from his father, his journey was as God intended it to be, completely different from my schedule. He could barely make it for us for breakfast or lunch, and in the early evening he would have wings on him, afraid he could not come back for dinner for me. As a result, my mother, a mother who had only boiled water and instant noodles at the time, started to greet the setting sun, alone in the curling water vapor and porridge for her dear daughter.