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手帕

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发表时间:2020-09-15 15:45

正如一滴水可以折射出太阳的光辉,生活中的许多细微之处也可以透露温柔的母爱。


母亲有一个习惯,在春夏更替的时候总会把一家大小的衣服分门别类地叠好。那天,我躺在沙发上翻看一本旧杂志。午后,暖暖的阳光射进窗子里,照在桌子上的栀子花瓣。栀子花发出淡淡的芬芳。母亲在叠衣服,突然惊喜地叫了起来:“女儿,你看这几块手帕!你还记得吗?这块白色的,是你四岁的时候我绣给你的。我把它缝在你的衣服肚,没想到你玩着玩着,就把它给扯掉了。”


我静静地听着母亲描绘着往事,不知道该说什么——因为我已经什么都不记得了。母亲却似乎已经完全沉醉在美好的回忆中。


“还有这块蓝色的,是你六岁生日时特别为你定制的。你看,上面还绣着“生日快乐”的字呢,唉,一眨眼的功夫,你都这么大了!”她轻轻地叹了一口气,那眼里满是慈爱。


我不敢看妈妈的眼睛,我真恨自己,为什么偏偏把这些美好的回忆都给忘了呢?哪怕是一些零碎的、模糊的也好啊!那些手帕,被我用完后随随便便就扔掉了,是母亲悄无声息地拾起我遗漏的点点滴滴,又视如珍宝般珍藏着。


我的眼眶有些湿润了,问母亲:“妈妈,你怎么会记得这么多?”母亲沉默了一会:“怎么会不记得呢?”


是啊,怎么会不记得呢?因为爱,所以记得。



点评:这是一等于细微处见真情的习作。君蓉的行文日渐流畅,结尾点题,是一等佳作。


参考翻译:

Just as a drop of water can reflect the radiance of the sun, so many subtleties in life can reveal tender motherly love.


Mother has a habit of folding clothes of the same size in different categories when changing in spring and summer. That day, I was lying on the sofa reading an old magazine. In the afternoon, warm sunshine shoots into the window and shines on gardenia petals on the table. Gardenia gives off a faint fragrance. Mother was folding her clothes when she cried out in surprise: "Look at these handkerchiefs, daughter! Do you remember? This white one was embroidered for you when you were four years old. I sewed it on the belly of your clothes, but I didn't expect you to play and tear it off. "


I listened quietly to my mother's description of the past, but I didn't know what to say-because I had forgotten nothing. Mother seems to have been completely absorbed in the happy memories.


"and this blue one is specially made for you on your sixth birthday. Look, the word "happy birthday" is embroidered on it. Alas, you are so big in the blink of an eye! " She sighed softly, her eyes full of kindness.


I dare not look into my mother's eyes. I really hate myself. Why did I forget all these wonderful memories? Even some bits and pieces, fuzzy or not! Those handkerchiefs were thrown away casually after I used them. My mother quietly picked up all the bits and pieces I missed and treasured them as treasures.


My eyes were a little wet, and I asked my mother, "Mom, how can you remember so much?" Mother was silent for a while: "How can I not remember?"


Yes, how can you not remember? Because of love, so remember.




Comments: This is an exercise that is equal to seeing the true feelings in the details. Jun Rong's writing is becoming more and more fluent, ending with some questions, which is a first-class masterpiece.



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