临别的时候，我像母亲的那棵菜，站在墙角里目送着矮矮的母亲一步一步迎我走

临别的时候，我像母亲的那棵菜，站在墙角里目送着矮矮的母亲一步一步迎我走来，却又一步一步背我远去。母亲的脚步向来很轻，可这一次，母亲的脚步踩在我的耳膜里，让我听得清清楚楚，直到再也听不见母亲的脚步声了，我梭开窗子往下看的时候，母亲已经消失在潮湿而模糊的人群中，不见了人影。

临别的时候，我像母亲的那棵菜，站在墙角里目送着矮矮的母亲一步一步迎我走来，却又一步一步背我远去。 母亲的脚步向来很轻，可这一次，母亲的脚步踩在我的耳膜里，让我听得清清楚楚，直到再也听不见母亲的脚步声了，我梭开窗子往下看的时候，母亲已经消失在潮湿而模糊的人群中，不见了人影。

When I left, I was like my mother's vegetable, standing in the corner to see my short mother step by step to meet me, but step by step to carry me away. My mother's footsteps have always been very light, but this time, my mother's footsteps stepped on my eardrum, so that I could hear clearly, until I could no longer hear her footsteps. When I opened the window and looked down, my mother had disappeared in the wet and fuzzy crowd, and no one could be seen.<br>