深秋,门前的树早显示出衰老的迹象来,那片片飘零的黄叶枯涩的纹理,像年迈老人手掌上失却润泽的脉络,见证着岁月的流逝。回到家门口,他深深感到岁月造就了物是人非。他心中那根刺隐隐痛着,一遍遍在好坟前喊着:“妈妈,我错了,你回来啊!他的出生就带着积怨和屈辱。爸爸刚去世,好就生下他。他被称为野孩子,而更让他抬不起头的还有她的卑微,她是一个收废品的。同伴不仅称他野孩子,还称他破烂子。因此,他在这种嘲讽中 In late autumn, the early front of the tree shows signs of aging, the patch of yellow leaves withered texture, like the elderly old man lost the thread of moisture, witnessed the passage of time. Back to the door, he deeply felt that the things made by mankind over the years. The thorns in his heart hurts, over and over, shouting in front of a good grave: ”Mom, I was wrong, you’re back! His birth was with grudges and humiliation, and Dad died just to give birth to him. He was called a wild child, and even more let him lift the head and her humble, she was a waste products, companions not only called him a wild child, also known as his broken child, so he was in this ridicule