<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 昨夜，獨(dú)自住在老媽家里，坐在床上，看窗外漆黑一片，沒(méi)有月光爬上窗臺(tái)，像極了我前時(shí)的心境，然而，當(dāng)我望著窗外漆黑一片時(shí)并沒(méi)有害怕，心境還尚好，因?yàn)槲矣X(jué)得老媽還在她屋里睡覺(jué)。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 當(dāng)我安靜的入睡后，夢(mèng)里的場(chǎng)景卻是那么的清晰：老媽坐在她生前的藤椅上，在溫柔的燈光下低頭縫補(bǔ)著衣物，而我卻在離她有點(diǎn)遠(yuǎn)的床上看著她，依舊是看不清她的臉面，和一往夢(mèng)境不同的是，她不再是背影朝著我，我想和她說(shuō)說(shuō)心話，就像從前無(wú)數(shù)個(gè)夜晚那樣隨意聊，但那一刻的我卻是發(fā)不出聲，正在惆悵時(shí)，突然聽(tīng)到老媽用洪亮的聲音說(shuō)“你要記得飯要趁熱吃，人要開(kāi)心過(guò)日子，不能總哭，哭的多了，眼睛就病了，我記得你大姨年輕時(shí)就是愛(ài)哭，后來(lái)眼睛就成了白內(nèi)障?！?lt;/span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 聽(tīng)到老媽的話，我突然會(huì)說(shuō)話了，我說(shuō)“媽，從小我就不喜歡吃燙飯，吃了就反胃，這么多年您總說(shuō)我這，您這話已刻在我心里了，我卻還是改不了這毛病，不過(guò)我現(xiàn)在已不吃太涼的飯了，這是您教導(dǎo)的結(jié)果?！崩蠇層终f(shuō)“那就好。”說(shuō)完不等我回話，就起身拿著縫的衣服走了，我還是沒(méi)看到她的臉面。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 望著老媽出屋的背影，突然醒了，醒來(lái)后窗外依然漆黑一片，看看表才是深夜三點(diǎn)，想想夢(mèng)中和老媽的對(duì)話，眼睛濕了…… </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 我在心里默念：媽，您叮囑我的話，一定會(huì)刻在我的骨髓里，一定會(huì)時(shí)刻提醒我注意生活細(xì)節(jié)，讓我在今后的生活路途中成為座右銘。我也知道您一定在某個(gè)地方看著我，時(shí)刻陪伴著我，想著想著，又開(kāi)始迷迷糊糊想瞌睡，那些對(duì)老媽沒(méi)說(shuō)出口的感謝，那些藏在心底的無(wú)盡思念，都化作了深夜的絮語(yǔ)，飄向遙遠(yuǎn)的天際……</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 以后的日子，我會(huì)帶著老媽的愛(ài)和囑托，好好生活，照顧好家人，就像老媽從未離開(kāi)過(guò)一樣。 </span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> 媽，愿您在另一個(gè)世界，永遠(yuǎn)沒(méi)有病痛，只有平安喜樂(lè)。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> ?譯文</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> Last night, I lived alone at my mother's house, sitting on the bed, looking out the window was pitch black, without moonlight climbing onto the windowsill, just like my state of mind when I was in front of me. However, when I looked out the window, it was pitch black, I wasn't afraid, my state of mind was still good. Because I think mom's still sleeping in her room.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> When I fell asleep quietly, the scene in my dream was so clear: My mother sat on the rattan chair she used to live, sewing clothes under the gentle light, while I looked at her on the bed a bit far away from her, still unable to see her face clearly. Unlike in a dream, she no longer had her back facing me. I wanted to talk to her about my heart, just like I had casually chatted on countless nights before, but at that moment, I couldn't make a sound. Just as I was feeling melancholic, I suddenly heard my mother say in a loud voice, "You must remember to eat while the food is hot, and you must live a happy life." You can't cry all the time. If you cry too much, your eyes will get sick. I remember your aunt used to cry a lot when she was young, but later her eyes became cataracts."</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> Hearing my mother's words, I suddenly started to speak. I said, "Mom, I have never liked to eat hot rice since I was young. I feel nauseous when I eat it. You have always said this for so many years, and your words have been engraved in my heart, but I still can't change this habit." But now I don't eat too cold food, it's the result of your teaching. Mom said, "That's good. After saying that, without waiting for me to reply, she got up and left with the sewn clothes. I still didn't see her face.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> Looking at my mother's figure coming out of the house, I suddenly woke up. After waking up, it was still pitch black outside the . I looked at the clock and it was only three o'clock in the night. Thinking about the conversation with my mother in my dream, my eyes became wet...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> In my heart, I muttered: Mom, your words of advice will be engraved in my bone marrow, reminding me to pay attention to the details of life and becoming a motto in my future journey. I also know that you must be watching me somewhere, always accompanying me, thinking about it, and then starting to feel drowsy again. Those unspoken thanks to my mother, those endless longing hidden in my heart, have all turned into late-night whispers. To the distant sky...</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">In the future, I will carry my mother's love and instructions, live well, take care of my family, just like my mother never left.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"> Mom, may you never be sick in another world, only peaceful and joyful.</span></p>