壹最近一次看到妈妈哭,是在表姐嫁人的那天。震天的鞭炮,充耳的祝福,喜庆而热闹。一片忙碌之中,时辰已到,表哥把表姐抱下楼,到早已等候的婚车中。我们都看到,刚刚还红光满面的姨妈,忽然低下了头,紧接着,泪水簌簌地滚落下来。表姐回了头,深深地,久久地,然后,她的妆花了一片。母女间,没有一句话,只有眼泪,只有低低的哽咽。洁白的婚纱是幸福的开始,也是一个母亲的孤独与 One last time I saw my mother crying, cousin married on the day. Shocking firecrackers, full of blessing, festive and lively. A busy time has come, cousin cousin hold downstairs, to the wedding car already waiting. We all saw that my aunt, who had just been glittering, suddenly lowered his head, and then the tears rolled down. Cousin back, deep, long time, and then, her makeup spent a piece. Between mother and daughter, not a word, only tears, only low choking. White wedding is the beginning of happiness, but also a mother’s loneliness