月考

这是月考前的某一个夜晚。

手忙脚乱地点亮蜡烛，继续温习手中的书本，却听得身后一句：“下去走走吧。”是母亲。

春末的夜风，依旧和着草木簌簌拔节的清香。仅是月光的清辉，这样的夜竟也派生出一番别致的韵味。黑暗的楼梯透来稀微的月色，辨不清脚下的路，我是怕黑的，于是迟疑着不肯迈步。“跟着我。”已走下几级阶梯的母亲向上伸出手来，一下便紧紧握住我。那样熟稔的温度，穿过漫长的时光，明媚了这样的黑夜。

与她清瘦的身子不同，母亲的这双手，始终圆实温软，即便在黑夜在冬日，也总是盈盈地溢着暖人的温度。黑暗中我细细体察出这样的暖意来：指尖相触，恰似春溪轻巧地漫过河堤的萌芽；指腹相抵，恍若春花轻柔地开在浅草的原野。这双手，以其独有的芳香牵引我走过好长的一段路，走过一整个懵懂的童年，直至今天。

“等这夜来香开了，你也要重新上路了。”

路过那丛仅剩绿叶的夜来香，母亲如是说。她灵巧的指尖在我手心里匆匆地打了个旋儿，宠溺地理着我额前被风拨乱的头发。

“有些路啊，你终究也要一个人走。”

似乎是因为黑暗胶着，对任何细微的光线都尽力捕捉。所以隔着朦胧的夜色，我仍清晰地辨认出她星群般的目色熠熠发光：略带心疼，稍怀歉疚，但大朵大朵有关未来的希望与信任，融成一束灼目的澄黄，就如同那些静静吐蕊的夜来香。

回忆穿过这束明朗的光，在她如昔的指尖汩汩涌出。第一次颤巍巍地奔过川流不息的街道，第一次流着泪独自找寻回家的小径，第一次在怀抱之外轧出歪斜的车辙……母亲指尖春溪这样地漫着，漫过整个孩提；指腹春花这样开着，开过童稚时光。这样一个平凡的我，就在母亲一次又一次的放手与紧握中，从一个又一个新的起点开始一段又一段新的奔跑。

而我，又何尝不是母亲梦想的新起点？何尝不是在母亲最美的季节里盛放的那朵夜来香？

早晨赶来考场的路上，我又经过那株夜来香。在绿叶的掩映之下，我仿佛看到那开成琼浆的花朵吐露芬芳，我仿佛嗅见那满溢着的沁人味道。这开在最美季节的花，如此迷人，又如此芬芳。

我看见，那影影绰绰的枝间挂着的，是母亲許我的一个光明而又灼目的未来！

当下我身在考场，并不知能否交出一张花般灿烂的答卷。但站在母亲又一次引我来到的新起点上，我高昂着面庞，怀揣她给予我的温暖，卯足了力气，迎风奔跑。

向着新起点，追逐梦想。我想，就做盛开在母亲生命中最美的那朵。

英语翻译

It was a night before the monthly exam.

He hurriedly lit the candle and continued to study the book in his hand, but he heard a sentence behind him: "Go for a walk." It was my mother.

The night wind in late spring still carries the fragrance of the rustling grass and trees. It is only the brilliance of the moonlight, such a night has a unique charm. The faint moonlight shone through the dark stairs, and I could not distinguish the path under my feet. I was afraid of the dark, so I hesitated and refused to take a step. "Follow me." My mother, who had gone down a few steps, stretched out her hand and held me tightly. Such a familiar temperature, through a long time, brightened such a dark night.

Different from her thin body, her mother's hands are always round and soft, even in the dark night and in the winter, they are always overflowing with warm warmth. In the darkness, I can detect such warmth: the touch of my fingertips is like the sprout of a spring stream flowing lightly across the river bank; the touch of my fingertips is like a spring flower softly blooming in the field of Asakusa. These hands, with their unique fragrance, have led me through a long journey, through a whole ignorant childhood, until today.

"When the incense blooms this night, you have to go back on the road."

Passing by that bush with only green leaves, the eucalyptus, mother said. Her nimble fingertips twirled hurriedly in my palm, fondling the wind-ruffled hair on my forehead.

"There are some roads, you have to walk alone after all."

It seems to be due to the stalemate of darkness, trying to capture any subtle light. So through the hazy night, I can still clearly identify her star-like eyes: a little distressed, a little apologetic, but Daduo Daduo's hope and trust about the future, merged into a bunch of scorching bright yellow , just like those yelaixiang that quietly spit cores.

Memories passed through this bright light, gurgling out of her fingertips as before. It was the first time that I ran tremblingly through the endless streets, the first time I was crying alone to find the path home, the first time I rolled a slanting rut outside my arms... The spring stream at my mother's fingertips was like this, Through the whole childhood; the spring flowers blooming like this, opened the childhood time. Such an ordinary me, in the mother's letting go and clenching again and again, starts a new run after a new starting point.

And I, is it not a new starting point for my mother's dream? Isn't that the evening incense blooming in mother's most beautiful season?

On the way to the examination room in the morning, I passed by the night lily again. Under the shade of green leaves, I seem to see the flowers blooming into nectar exuding fragrance, and I seem to smell the overflowing refreshing smell. This flower, which blooms in the most beautiful season, is so charming and fragrant.

I saw that hanging between the shadowy branches was a bright and dazzling future that my mother promised me!

At the moment, I am in the examination room, and I don't know if I can hand in a brilliant answer sheet. But standing at the new starting point that my mother led me to again, I held my face high, embraced the warmth she gave me, and ran with all my strength and ran against the wind.

Towards a new starting point, chasing dreams. I think, just be the most beautiful flower that blooms in my mother's life.