呼吸阳光 发表于 2005-10-24 17:39:00

解读母爱 

<P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-INDENT: 24pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.0; mso-char-indent-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">去年元旦,阿兰送我一个短信:“愿每一年的每一天有人想你,愿每一天的每一小时有人想你,愿每一小时的每一分钟有人想你,愿每一分钟的每一秒有人想你。”</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-INDENT: 24pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.0; mso-char-indent-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">初读这个短信,我激动异常,深深地感觉到了来自遥远的思念与牵挂。再读,我释然了,然后笑着对我的妹妹说:“能够成为这样的人是很幸福。可是,能吗?有谁能够有这样的魅力,让人每时每刻每分每秒都思念不已。那不是神话吗?”“这样的人难道没有吗?”妹妹立刻讥笑地反驳。我诧异,立刻反问:“有?会是谁呢?”“我们啊!”妹妹继续批评我:“难道你就没有想到我们每时每刻被咱们的母亲牵挂不已,思念不已吗?”</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-INDENT: 24pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.0; mso-char-indent-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">我惊呆了:这会是比我小的并且我一直认为还不成熟的妹妹说的话吗?面对着浪漫的短信,我想象的尽是浪漫的爱情,真挚的友情,那里会去联想到那眷眷的慈母情呢?我沉默了,心里顿时暖暖的,眼睛里洋溢出了无限温馨的爱意。于是,顺着爱意的流淌,我渐渐地回到了过去:</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-INDENT: 24pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.0; mso-char-indent-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">我是个女孩子,女孩子好打扮啊,花花绿绿的布匹随你选去。可是,母亲对各色大小不一方格的棉布和一色底子带着一朵朵小花的棉布却是情有独钟。翻看我的老照片,我周岁照片上穿的是小花布衣服,我儿子周岁照片上穿的还是小花布衣服。待到我</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">7</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">岁时照了第二张照片,我穿的就是细密的方格布做的上衣了。</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">14</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">岁小学毕业合影里还是方格上衣,</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">17</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">岁初中毕业合影里依旧是方格上衣。于是,我慨叹:母亲的融融的绵绵的爱就在一件一件的衣服里。</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-INDENT: 24pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.0; mso-char-indent-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">我上学了,自以为长大了,喜欢结交好朋友了,并且喜欢带着好友时不时地回家玩耍,好友一住就是两三天。母亲从没有表现过厌烦,总是特意做些好吃的慰劳我的朋友。那个时代生活很艰苦,面条就算得上最要好的招待了。所以,友情亲情的交织中,最最让我回味的就是母亲做的面条:葱花的香味儿喷喷的袅袅地传出好远好远,一传传出了</SPAN><SPAN lang=EN-US style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black">30</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 宋体; mso-ascii-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; mso-hansi-font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;">年,传到了现在,香
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