Mother’s world is so small that it can only fill up with us. Our world is so large that we often ignore her. She often forgets that we have grown up, just like we often forget that she is aging as well.
母亲的世界很小,只装满了我们。我们的世界很大,常忽略了她。 她经常忘了我们已经长大,就像我们经常忘了她已经老了一样。
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