生命中时常闪现这样的瞬间,有一种想为母亲作文的冲动和热望漫过心的堤岸,如一股暖流奔涌,势不可挡。我的母亲年轻而美丽,她仅仅比我年长17岁。她不是我的亲生母亲,她是我的继母。因为日久天长的习惯,也为避免最初双方之间难喻的别扭和尴尬,我至今仍然只唤她作“姨”。我们彼此已有深厚的母女亲情,似乎怎样称谓已显得无足轻重,母女情深已给原本生疏冷淡的称呼赋予了深厚而悠远的内涵。 There are moments in life where there is such a moment that there is an embankment of impulsiveness and longing for mother’s writing, such as a rush of warm currents that can not be stopped. My mother is young and beautiful, she is only 17 years older than me. She is not my biological mother, she is my stepmother. Because of my time-honored habits, and to avoid the awkwardness and embarrassment I had initially expressed between the two sides, I still only call her “Auntie.” We have deep mother-daughter relationship with each other. It seems that the appellation has become insignificant. The mother-daughter-in-law has given deep and distant connotations to the unfamiliar name.