一好几天了,雨一直在下,淅淅沥沥的,在万物间自弹自唱。妈妈歪在沙发里,她被这没完没了的弹唱弄得情绪低落。她喜欢天晴的日子,那样的日子,她不用守在家里,可以观看外边的喧闹,在这喧闹中,她能看到好多张与她一样松弛褶皱的脸。近前的事,好远的事,她与几位娭毑坐在小区木椅上,边张望对面马路上的繁华,边慢慢絮叨。顶里边那幢楼的前坪响起了鞭炮 For a few days, the rain has been under, lingering, singing in everything. Mother crooked on the sofa, she was depressed by endless singing. She loves sunny days, and in those days she does not have to be at home watching the noises outside, in which she can see many of her loosely wrinkled faces. Near thing, a long way, she and a few sitting in a small wooden chair on the area, while looking across the road on the bustling side, slowly rambling. The crest of the tower at the top of the building sounded fireworks