night after night, she came to tuck me in, even long after my childhood years. following her longstanding custom, she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead.
母亲总是在我入睡之后，为我掖好被子，然后俯下身子，轻轻拨开覆在我脸上的长发，亲吻我的前额。日复一日，母亲一直保持着这个习惯，即使我已不再是小孩子了，这一切却依然故我。
mǔ qīn zǒng shì zài wǒ rù shuì zhī hòu ，wéi wǒ yè hǎo bèi zǐ ，rán hòu fǔ xià shēn zǐ ，qīng qīng bō kāi fù zài wǒ liǎn shàng de zhǎng fā ，qīn wěn wǒ de qián é 。rì fù yī rì ，mǔ qīn yī zhí bǎo chí zhe zhè gè xí guàn ，jí shǐ wǒ yǐ bú zài shì xiǎo hái zǐ le ，zhè yī qiē què yī rán gù wǒ 。
i don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. but it did annoy me, for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. finally, one night, i shouted out at her, "don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" she didn't say anything in reply. but never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
不知从什么时候开始，母亲的这种习惯渐渐让我感到不悦----我不喜欢她那双布满老茧的手就这样划过我细嫩的皮肤。终于，在一个夜晚，我忍不住冲她吼了起来：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙！”母亲无言以对。但从此却再没有用这种我熟悉的表达爱的方式来为我的一天画上句号。
bú zhī cóng shí me shí hòu kāi shǐ ，mǔ qīn de zhè zhǒng xí guàn jiàn jiàn ràng wǒ gǎn dào bú yuè ----wǒ bú xǐ huān tā nà shuāng bù mǎn lǎo jiǎn de shǒu jiù zhè yàng huá guò wǒ xì nèn de pí fū 。zhōng yú ，zài yī gè yè wǎn ，wǒ rěn bú zhù chōng tā hǒu le qǐ lái ：“nǐ bú yào zài zhè yàng le ，nǐ de shǒu hǎo cū cāo ！”mǔ qīn wú yán yǐ duì 。dàn cóng cǐ què zài méi yǒu yòng zhè zhǒng wǒ shú xī de biǎo dá ài de fāng shì lái wéi wǒ de yī tiān huà shàng jù hào 。
time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. by then i missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. but always it lurked, in the back of my mind.
日子一天天过去，随着时间的流逝，我却总是不由得想起那一夜。我开始想念母亲的那双手，想念她印在我前额上的“晚安”。这种渴望忽远忽近，但始终潜藏在我心灵深处的某个角落。
rì zǐ yī tiān tiān guò qù ，suí zhe shí jiān de liú shì ，wǒ què zǒng shì bú yóu dé xiǎng qǐ nà yī yè 。wǒ kāi shǐ xiǎng niàn mǔ qīn de nà shuāng shǒu ，xiǎng niàn tā yìn zài wǒ qián é shàng de “wǎn ān ”。zhè zhǒng kě wàng hū yuǎn hū jìn ，dàn shǐ zhōng qián cáng zài wǒ xīn líng shēn chù de mǒu gè jiǎo luò 。
well, the years have passed, and i'm not a little girl anymore. mom is in her mid-seventies, and those hands i once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. she's been our doctor, reaching into a medicine cabinet for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. she cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like i never could...
若干年后，我成熟了，已不再是个小女孩了。母亲也已到了古稀之年，可她却始终没有停止过操劳，用她那双曾经被我视为“粗糙”的手为我和我的家庭做着力所能及的事情。她是我们的家庭医生，小姑娘胃痛时，她会从药箱里找出胃药来，小男孩擦伤的膝盖时，她会去安抚他的伤痛。她能做出世界上最好吃的炸鸡，能把蓝色牛仔裤上的污渍去得毫无痕迹......
ruò gàn nián hòu ，wǒ chéng shú le ，yǐ bú zài shì gè xiǎo nǚ hái le 。mǔ qīn yě yǐ dào le gǔ xī zhī nián ，kě tā què shǐ zhōng méi yǒu tíng zhǐ guò cāo láo ，yòng tā nà shuāng céng jīng bèi wǒ shì wéi “cū cāo ”de shǒu wéi wǒ hé wǒ de jiā tíng zuò zhe lì suǒ néng jí de shì qíng 。tā shì wǒ men de jiā tíng yī shēng ，xiǎo gū niáng wèi tòng shí ，tā huì cóng yào xiāng lǐ zhǎo chū wèi yào lái ，xiǎo nán hái cā shāng de xī gài shí ，tā huì qù ān fǔ tā de shāng tòng 。tā néng zuò chū shì jiè shàng zuì hǎo chī de zhà jī ，néng bǎ lán sè niú zǎi kù shàng de wū zì qù dé háo wú hén jì ......
now, my own children are grown and gone. mom no longer has dad, and on special occasions, i find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. so it was late on thanksgiving eve, as i slept in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. then a kiss, ever so gently, touched my brow.
现在，我自己的孩子也已长大，有了自己的生活，母亲却没有了父亲的陪伴。有一次，恰好是感恩节前夜，我决定就睡在母亲旁边的卧室里，陪她度过这一夜。这是我儿时的卧室，一切都是那么的熟悉，还有一只熟悉的手犹豫着从我的脸上掠过，梳理着我前额的头发，然后，一个吻，带着一如往日的温柔，轻轻落在了我的额头。
xiàn zài ，wǒ zì jǐ de hái zǐ yě yǐ zhǎng dà ，yǒu le zì jǐ de shēng huó ，mǔ qīn què méi yǒu le fù qīn de péi bàn 。yǒu yī cì ，qià hǎo shì gǎn ēn jiē qián yè ，wǒ jué dìng jiù shuì zài mǔ qīn páng biān de wò shì lǐ ，péi tā dù guò zhè yī yè 。zhè shì wǒ ér shí de wò shì ，yī qiē dōu shì nà me de shú xī ，hái yǒu yī zhī shú xī de shǒu yóu yù zhe cóng wǒ de liǎn shàng luě guò ，shū lǐ zhe wǒ qián é de tóu fā ，rán hòu ，yī gè wěn ，dài zhe yī rú wǎng rì de wēn róu ，qīng qīng luò zài le wǒ de é tóu 。
in my memory, for the thousandth time, i recalled the night my young voice complained, "don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" catching mom's hand in hand, i blurted out how sorry i was for that night. i thought she'd remember, as i did. but mom didn't know what i was talking about. she had forgotten — and forgiven — long ago.
在我的记忆里，曾几千次再现那晚的情景和我那稚嫩的抱怨声：“你不要再这样了，你的手好粗糙！”我一把抓住母亲的手，一股脑说出我对那一晚深深的愧疚。我想，她一定和我一样，对那晚的事历历在目。然而，母亲却不知我再说些什么-----她早忘了，早已原谅我了。
zài wǒ de jì yì lǐ ，céng jǐ qiān cì zài xiàn nà wǎn de qíng jǐng hé wǒ nà zhì nèn de bào yuàn shēng ：“nǐ bú yào zài zhè yàng le ，nǐ de shǒu hǎo cū cāo ！”wǒ yī bǎ zhuā zhù mǔ qīn de shǒu ，yī gǔ nǎo shuō chū wǒ duì nà yī wǎn shēn shēn de kuì jiù 。wǒ xiǎng ，tā yī dìng hé wǒ yī yàng ，duì nà wǎn de shì lì lì zài mù 。rán ér ，mǔ qīn què bú zhī wǒ zài shuō xiē shí me -----tā zǎo wàng le ，zǎo yǐ yuán liàng wǒ le 。
that night, i fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. and the guilt that i had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.
那天晚上，我带着对母亲新的感激安然入睡，我感激她的温柔，和她那呵护的双手。多年来压在我心头的负罪感也随之烟消云散。
nà tiān wǎn shàng ，wǒ dài zhe duì mǔ qīn xīn de gǎn jī ān rán rù shuì ，wǒ gǎn jī tā de wēn róu ，hé tā nà hē hù de shuāng shǒu 。duō nián lái yā zài wǒ xīn tóu de fù zuì gǎn yě suí zhī yān xiāo yún sàn 。
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