二月的阴雨,夹带着寒意,淅淅沥沥,数日连绵。江南大地潮湿的手心里,小草悄悄探出头,露出微微绿意;南飞的鸟儿初见踪迹,春天的歌声远远响起。乍暖还寒时候,轻风细雨,草香鸟鸣,总是将我的思绪撩起,忍不住想起了她——我已经仙逝的母亲!思绪随风越飘越远,淅淅伤感渐渐浮起,思念也如期而至。往儿时的人生道路上张望,总能望见母爱的目光。母亲生前是一位乡村民办教师(后来转为公办教师)。从我有记忆起,她 Rainy February, with a chilly, lingering, a few days. Jiangnan earth moist hand heart, grass quietly stuck his head, showing a slight green; South flying birds first sight, spring song sounded far. When the warm spring, the breeze drizzle, grassy birdsong, always lifted my thoughts, could not help but think of her - I have passed away the mother! Thoughts wind drifting farther and fiercer Starting, missing is on schedule. Looking toward the path of childhood, always hope to see the mother’s eyes. During her lifetime, the mother was a village private teacher (later converted to a public teacher). From my memory, she