我孤独地站在母亲的坟前,任山风呜呜地掠过面颊。透过已长满丛丛杂草的坟堆,我似乎又看到了长眠于地下的母亲。 正如中国无数的母亲,我的母亲也以她的勤劳、菩良博得儿女们的尊敬。我的童年时代,正处于文化革命时期,农村经济面临崩溃。我们兄妹多,六个高高矮矮的孩子全靠父母养活。父母都是老实巴交的农民。每天,父亲都要起早贪黑地去出工挣工分;母亲除了出工,还得做饭、喂牲口、照顾孩子等。而 I stand alone in the mother’s grave, as the wind whistling cheeks. Through the burial mounds that have been covered with weeds, I seem to have seen the mother who was buried in the ground. As China’s numerous mothers, my mother also with her hard work, Bodhi won the respect of their children. My childhood, is in the cultural revolution, the rural economy is facing collapse. We have more brothers and sisters, and six dwarfed children are dependent on their parents. Parents are humble farmers. Every day, his father should go to work from morning to night earning points; mother in addition to work, have to cook, feed animals, take care of children. and