近日,整理了近3年来父母与我们的照片,300多张,是他们在昆明期间我帮他们照的。父母老了,七十古稀,诸病缠身,但在他们眼里,我们却是永远长不大的孩子。洗个碗,怕我洗不干净;出个差,怕我晚上着凉;晚上回家稍晚,他们就在客厅等我归来。他们似乎已经忘记,从6岁起,我便与哥姐一起砍柴摘茶;从高一起,我就一个人离开家乡,到县城上学,早已习惯独立照顾 Recently, I compiled more than 300 pictures of my parents and ours in the past three years, which I helped them during their stay in Kunming. Parents are old, seventy seventy, all kinds of illnesses, but in their eyes, we are children who will never grow up. Wash a bowl, afraid I wash not clean; a poor, afraid of my cool at night; late at night to go home, they are waiting for me in the living room to return. They seem to have forgotten that since the age of 6, I went to cut firewood and tea together with my elder sister. From high, I left home alone and went to school in the county. I had been accustomed to taking care of myself