Of the again and again in life turn round, her meeting follow closely is behind me, the way that asks why she has not gone to grow together with me, she can laugh to shake one's head.
人生中一次又一次的回头，她会紧跟在我身后，问她为何不与我一起走过成长之路，她会笑着摇头。
That individual, it is my mother.
那个人，就是我的母亲。
The mother is a person that does not pass usually again. Not tall not short, not fat not thin, the hair is straight lop shoulder, do not like bundle of move however, she says, in that way very tired. Willow page the top margin of a page, peach blossom eye, tall nose, pointed chin! Maternal laugh rises more good-looking than anybody, so she always is laughing.[ wWW.zUoweNbA.NEt ]
母亲是个再平常不过的人了。不高不矮，不胖不瘦，头发直垂下肩膀，却不喜欢束着，她说，那样很累。柳叶眉，桃花眼，高鼻子，尖下巴！母亲笑起来比任何人都好看，所以她总笑着。
She always is laughing to tolerate in memory the fault that I had made: I work hard her the medical soup overturn that endured one evening, I crashed her beloved vase, her body is bad that I do not know considerate …… however the small yellow handle that she always is touching me however: “ we are not angry, ? ”
记忆中她总是笑着容忍我犯过的错：我把她辛苦熬了一晚的药汤打翻，我把她心爱的花瓶撞碎了，她身体不好我却不懂得体贴……她却总是抚摸着我的小黄辫子：“我们都不生气，好吗？”
But that, she is true life. Because of me the exam checks difference, on the sly is examination paper Tibet below the bed. She discovered when cleaning sanitation. I still remembered her cannotting help eventually, livid face, go up red rise, brow was twisted pour character 8, between the eyebrows kneaded an a knot in one's heart, the fire that there is broil heat in the eye is burning, had delimited sky, force only in my voice eye, that is first time, she hit me.
可那次，她是真的生气了。因为我考试考差了，偷偷地把试卷藏在床底下。她在打扫卫生时发现了。我依然记得她终于忍不住了，铁青的脸，涨红了起来，眉毛拧成了倒八字，眉心揉成了一个疙瘩，眼中有炙热的火在燃烧，划过天空，只逼我的嗓子眼里，那是第一次，她打了我。
My sob is worn sit in window edge, she opened the door of the room gently, raise a bottle of yoghurt to ask me: Is “ drunk? ” I nod. She sits by me, look at me to drink. She wipes my tear, the hand hangs down to go up in my shoulder. Didn't “ get angry? We did not get angry, ! ” I nod, but tear also does not stop again however drip downward. I know, she excuses me again. The small morning glory outside the window quivers, resemble my heart, knit.
我呜咽着坐在窗边，她轻轻地打开了房间的门，举起一瓶酸奶问我：“喝吗？”我点点头。她坐在我旁边，看着我喝。她抹了抹我的眼泪，手垂在我肩上。“不生气了好吗？我们都不生气了，好吗！”我点点头，但泪水却再也止不住的往下淌。我知道，她又原谅我了。窗外的小牵牛花一颤一颤的，就像我的心，一皱一皱的。
She looks at me, the look is exquisite, downy. So feel distressed, so gratified, push oneself child like eagle next cliff, the child that sees oneself again is volant Gao Fei. As the wet wind after rain, stroke my heartstrings gently.
她看着我，目光细腻、柔和。那么心疼，那么欣慰，就像老鹰把自己的孩子推下悬崖，又看见自己的孩子展翅高飞。如同雨后湿润的风，轻抚我的心弦。
I always turn round in life, but this I know, she still is certainly beside me. Because of that individual, my mother.
我总在人生中一次次回头，但这次我知道，她一定还在我身边。只因那个人，我的母亲。(文/李思妍)