My Mother's tear 
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       I left my parents when I was in senior middle school, or rather, since I was in junior middle school, I have only gone home once or twice each year. Occasionally I make a call to my mother, but we have so few words to say, and she tells what’s happened in our village, like uncle Tan died a few months ago, aunt Tan died a few weeks ago. My heart feels terrible, and I want to weep, in fact I do weep a little. It seems like people in our village are all dying or going to die, including my father and mother. in my dreams in the days that followed, there are yellow leaves falling from the trees. they are falling, falling, falling, like they will never end…… 　　
     I remember once when I was in senior school, my mother came to our school to attend the Parents Meeting. I got up early to play basketball that day, with an even more determined intention to avoid seeing her. I played and played till a classmate told me that my mother was looking for me. Finally I found her standing anxiously before the classroom door. I dared not to call her "mom", I came to her quietly instead, and asked her to leave the teaching building. During our walk to my dorm she said a few words to me, something like she was proud of my classroom achievement. I didn’t care. I wanted her to buy a pair of shoes for me. After a few moments thought, she said:
　　"OK!" 　　
     We went out of school, heading for the shoes market. During the walk, we didn’t say much, and I wanted to keep distance from her. She seemed to be ignorant of it. We came into a shoes store and selected a pair of shoes after choosing a long time she asked the boss of the price. 　　 "40 Yuan."
 　　On hearing this, her face reflected difficulty, then she bargained with the boss for a few moments. 　　
     "38,no more words!” the boss voice snapped. 　
I looked at her face, it was quite unpleasant to see. I knew the money my mother had brought with her was not enough, so I whispered to her: 　　
     "Mom, let’s get out of here." 　　
     Her face seemed to fill with a kind of disappointment. 　　
     Then we returned to the school, this time I let her go ahead of me, because my eyes were filled with tears, I didn’t want her to see that I was crying. 　　
     When we arrived at the school, it was almost 12 o’clock I saw there was tear trace at the corner of her eyes, I knew what had happened during the walk. I asked her to have a dinner before she went home, but she refused. I bought her several pieces of bread and she took them with her until she got home. 　　
    That was six years ago, I have decent shoes, clothes on the campus now, but I will never forget this, I will never forget the tear trace at the corner of her eyes, I will never forget the expression of her eyes and face. I wonder if she sensed my reluctance to be seen with her. If she did, I am sorry I never told her how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. 　　
     Last week, I told mom that I would not go home this summer holiday, she said: 　
  　 "take care of yourself while your mom is not by your side, mom miss you…your aunt died several days ago, I didn’t mean to tell you for fear that it would affect your study, but I think it’s not better than conceal it from you, anyway, you love your aunt." 　
 　 Yellow leaves……they inevitably turned up in my mind. 　　
    My mother always has a"good heart", she never shows envy of the more fortunate, though she can not let me live in abundance, she does better to guide me in the spiritual world. Now I want to say to her loudly: 　
    "Mom, I love you!"

     (The end)

被这种感觉笼罩已经远不止一次了。如果输，我选择输给这样的他们。