Phone hang up, the number stops, screen again bleak. That word, still fail to speak a mouth.
电话挂断，数字停止，屏幕再次黯淡。那句话，还是没能说出口。
As a child, I do not like to say think of a way to export, express the feeling that like especially a kind. In those days, every time kin asks: Does “ like father or mom? ”“ likes ” my answer is this normally, the balance in even if heart already tendency mother. In those days that child, always getting the care of maternal meticulously, in her world, the mother gives candy, it is tender, taking the breath of sweet taste so, which child does not love sweet?
从小，我就不喜欢把想法说出口，特别是表达喜爱之情一类的。那时，每当亲戚问：“喜欢爸爸还是妈妈？”“都喜欢”我的回答通常是这个，纵使心里天平早已倾向母亲。当年那个小孩，总是受着母亲无微不至的关怀，在她的世界里，母亲是给糖的，是温柔的，故而带着甜滋滋的气息，哪个孩子不爱甜呢？
Once babyish child is gradually grown, the mother ases if changed a person, magnanimous no longer. Every glide to chatter repeatedly when achievement; No longer tender, should buy fastfood when won't laugh to give money; No longer omnipotent, when asking a question to her, she no longer if answer sheds …… the mom of that sweet taste disappeared.
曾经幼稚的小孩渐渐长大，母亲仿佛变了一个人，不再大度。每当成绩下滑便反复唠叨；不再温柔，要买小吃时不会笑着给钱；不再无所不能，向她询问问题时，她不再对答如流……那个甜滋滋的妈妈不见了。
Perhaps be so called “ traitorous period ” , in a paragraph of time, no matter what the mother does, I feel from inside the heart be her is egoistic in cause trouble, her merciless like oppressor is general. Then I begin those who revolt this “ imparity to compress ” . Do not understand her word, do not take the course that she does, do not say the thing about oneself with her, till that day. Remember clearly, that is Saturday, splash-ink is like the curtain of night of lacquer, remnant a few faint lights are shining alonely, the noise inside house has incisive voice, all unwilling be in with resentment flashy erupt. Finally, two pieces cover the face of tear stains, two people that calm eventually, desultory ground pours out an aspirations. This one night, in smoking ululation, be in anger, it is grievance, it is sadness, it is compunction, it is understanding ……
也许是所谓的“叛逆期”，一段时日里，无论母亲做什么，我都从心中觉得是她的自私自利在作祟，她就像一个无情的压迫者一般。于是我开始反抗这“不平等的压榨”。不理会她的话，不吃她做的菜，不和她讲关于自己的事，直到那一天。清晰地记得，那是个星期六，泼墨如漆的夜幕，只剩几盏微弱的灯火孤独地亮着，屋内响起尖锐的声音，所有的不甘和怨恨在一瞬间爆发。最后，两张布满泪痕的脸，两个终于平静的人，断断续续地倾诉出心声。这一夜，抽泣声中，是愤然，是委屈，是悲伤，是悔恨，是理解……
What I discover a mother slowly is good, also detest the doing that oneself go slowly. Often regard oneself as once when the mother, total meeting cannot help weeping rustlingly I remembered —— what what she suffers is unjust, when the child that becomes her inspects her care and protection evildoing, she should have how afflictive!
我慢慢地发现母亲的好了，也慢慢地厌恶自己过去的所作所为。每每将自己看成曾经的母亲时，总会忍不住簌簌地流泪——我想起了她所受的不公，当她的孩子将她的关切和保护视作恶行时，她该有多么难受！
At this late hour, mother more and more resemble height child, she is in my eye ground became short, conversation also is taken trifling nifty and lovely, state of mind is sent more unexpectedly young rise. Like that, years never writes a composition because of common people and put slowgoing air, when taking a walk towards evening, I accidentally see maternal Wu Fazhong's impure silver-colored silk by coolish wind raise, such dazzling falls in the light of street lamp, appear in the big-leaf hydrangea flowers that is like Dan Zi a ghastly, destroy the harmony of hard-earned. Like a extremely frightened person, song of my ignore earthquake and sad. Original. The mother is not the surface young in that way, she is in imperceptible in old I dare not go to …… want old the case after, when those, whether can the mother still talk cheerfully and humourously like the ground like today and me? Feel distressed, but the word becomes a light only to the side of the mouth: “ Mom, you have white hair. ”
时至今日，母亲越来越像个儿童，她在我的眼底矮了，说话也带上些许的俏皮可爱，心态竟愈发年轻起来。然，岁月从不因世人作文而放缓步调，傍晚散步时，我无意间瞧见了母亲乌发中掺杂的银丝被微凉的风扬起，在路灯的光下如此刺眼，如淡紫的绣球花丛中冒出惨白的一朵，破坏来之不易的和谐。像惊弓之鸟一样，我忽地震悚而哀愁了。原来。母亲并非表面那样年轻，她在不知不觉中老了……我不敢去想多年后的情形，彼时，母亲是否还能像今天般地与我谈笑风生？心疼，但话到嘴边只成淡淡的一句：“妈，您都有白头发了。”
That hind, I begin appreciate to be cultivated to “ desire static and wind is more than, child the meaning that be about to raise and kisses prep before ” . Many times, see the figure that the mother works, always want to hold her in the arms, say a “ is painstaking ” . But never also speak a mouth to finally, this is the photograph prescription form that is used to already probably, want a change, do not know how to start again.
那次后，我开始体味到“树欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不待”的含义。好几次，看见母亲劳动的身影，总想去抱一抱她，说句“辛苦了”。但到最后也不曾说出口，这大概是早已习惯的相处方式，想要改变，又无从下手。
To the mother be anxious, can turn into only jokingly. The “ when chatting with her innocently ” alludes, and be thankful with love, just also did reload of what important matter to do ground of “ nature ” to pour out for me in her. She is made was not aware of, the answer after be being heard because of her always is “ your this child, disrelish me old be! ”“ is good, shop to like to you, do not give buy do not like ” and so on. I am more than the ground wants to tell her: “ Mom, you are wrong, I am coming out from the bottom of the heart really to your love. ” but I dare not say.
对母亲的担忧，只能变为打趣。在与她聊天时“无意”提及，而感恩与爱，也只是在她为我做了什么大事再装做“自然”地倾诉。她许是没有察觉的，因为她听到后的回答总是“你这孩子，嫌我老了是吧！”“好喽，给你买东西就喜欢，不给买就不喜欢”之类。我不止一次地想告诉她：“妈，您错了，我对您的爱是真真正正从心底出来的。”可我没敢说。
I want to call originally, say a simple word to the mother: “ Mom, you worked hard, I love your ” . The phone puts through, swiftly ground is gutty be like is situation of “ close country more the feeling of cowardly ” , be forced to evolve to discuss study. Till “ communicates,the word that ends ” appears on screen, brew the word of for a long time formerly, still be to did not say to export ……
我本来想打电话，对母亲说句简单的话：“妈，您辛苦了，我爱你”。电话接通，倏地有种似是“近乡情更怯”的感觉，只好演变成讨论学习。直至“通话结束”的字眼出现在屏幕上，原先酝酿许久的话，仍是未说出口……(文/文韵)
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