打开记忆之门，回忆如潮水般涌来，有悲哀，有愉快，有后悔，有温暖，人生就是这样，像一栋房子，而母亲的那份爱，就是搭建房子的砖与瓦。
Opening the door of memory, memories flood in like a tide, with sadness, happiness, regret, and warmth. Life is like a house, and a mother's love is like the bricks and tiles that build the house.
黄昏，墨黑墨黑的山峰尖儿上，是洒下余晖的红日，天的一边是灰紫的，另一边是橘黄的，橘黄的颜料渲染在布上。雁群排成人字形掠过，归巢。隐约的鸟叫，大概是对面梧桐树上的雏鸟在呼唤父母的归来吧。纱窗里有风溜进来，抚摸着素雅的窗帘，抚摸着我的脸庞，也飘来佳肴的香味了。
At dusk, on the pitch black peaks, there is a red sun casting its afterglow. One side of the sky is gray purple, and the other side is orange yellow, with orange paint rendering on the cloth. The flock of geese flew past in a human shape and returned to their nest. The faint bird call is probably that the chicks on the opposite wutong are calling for their parents' return. The wind sneaked in through the screen window, caressing the elegant curtains, caressing my face, and wafting the fragrance of delicious food.
“女儿，饭做好了，赶紧来吃呀！”厨房里传来妈妈的声音，我答到：“哦，这就来。”昏黄的灯光，把糖醋排骨，红烧肉，肉末茄子和鱼汤照得格外诱人，显得格外香甜。母亲的围裙还没有解下来，她拿起抹布擦了擦餐桌，再摆好碗筷，接着把木椅一把一把拉开，然后又去洗锅了。我手里捧着碗，尝完了妈妈做的鱼汤，奶白奶白的汤，白嫩白嫩的鱼，感觉空气中都是着香甜的味道。
"Daughter, when the meal is ready, come and eat quickly!" My mother's voice came from the kitchen, and I replied, "Oh, come right now." The dim light made sweet and sour ribs, Braised pork belly, minced pork, eggplant and fish soup very attractive and sweet. My mother's apron hasn't been taken off yet. She picked up a cloth to wipe the dining table, then set up the dishes, and pulled the wooden chair apart one by one before going to wash the pot again. I held a bowl in my hand and tasted the fish soup made by my mother. The soup was milky white and milky white, and the fish was tender and white. I felt a sweet aroma in the air.
母亲坐了下来，终于开始吃饭，她马不停蹄的往我的碗里面夹大块大块的肉，还有清香的蔬菜，嘴里不停的念叨着：“你现在是长身体的时候就要多补充蛋白质，维生素，那多吃点鱼，长的聪明，那再吃点青菜，不长口腔溃疡……”。那碗糖醋排骨，母亲一筷子都没有动，只是一个劲往我碗里夹，于是我问妈妈，妈妈您自己怎么不吃？“妈妈不爱吃这个。”
My mother sat down and finally started eating. She kept adding large chunks of meat and fragrant vegetables to my bowl, muttering incessantly, "When you're growing, you need to supplement your protein and vitamins more. Eat more fish to make you smarter, and eat some vegetables to prevent mouth ulcers. That bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs, my mother didn't even move a chopstick, just kept squeezing it into my bowl. So I asked my mother, why don't you eat it yourself? Mom doesn't like to eat this
晚饭后我去厨房拿牛奶，看见妈妈在灶台上用筷子挑什么东西，我便凑前去看：天呐！妈妈在吃剩的鱼骨头。妈妈见我一来，赶忙扔进洗手盆里，说：“你在这里干什么？还不快去写作业。”我终于明白过来还有什么不爱吃，分明是……我鼻子一酸，仿佛鱼刺卡在喉咙里，说不出话来，泪水充盈了整个眼眶。
After dinner, I went to the kitchen to get milk. When I saw my mom picking something up with chopsticks on the stove, I leaned in and looked: Oh my! Mom is eating leftover fish bones. When my mother saw me coming, she quickly threw me into the sink and said, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go do your homework?" I finally understood what else I didn't like to eat. It was obvious... My nose was sore, as if a fish bone was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't speak. Tears filled my eyes.
那个初冬，那个黄昏，那一份普通的晚餐便是人生的温暖，是一位平凡的母亲对孩子最朴实的爱。母亲是我最美好的回忆，愿人间光芒永在。
That early winter, that dusk, that ordinary dinner is the warmth of life, the most simple love of an ordinary mother for her child. My mother is my most beautiful memory, may the light of the world always shine.