读史铁生《秋天的怀念》、《合欢树》、《我与地坛》等散文时,我唏嘘不已,不禁为母爱的无声而感动。当双腿瘫痪后,他的脾气变得暴怒无常。为了让儿子重新找回对生活的希望之心,母亲放弃了她仅有的那点爱好,为他四处求医,打听偏方,再也无暇顾及她所欢喜的花花草草,全心全意地照料她唯一的儿子。为了让他从瘫痪的阴影中走出,母亲不知在一旁操了多少心,流了多少泪。 When I read Shi Tiesheng’s essay “Autumn’s Remembrance,” “Acacia Tree,” “I and Ditan,” I marveled at the silence of my mother’s love. His temper became furious when his legs were paralyzed. In order to allow her son to regain her hope of life, Mother gave up her only hobby, begged him to seek medical treatment, asked for remedies, no longer dwell on her delightful flowers and plants, and wholeheartedly cared for her only son. In order to make him out of the shadow of paralysis, my mother did not know how much heart on the side, how much tears flow.