在乡下,已是准备耕种的时候。躺在山坳里草屋木床上的莫有根,再也抵挡不住肺部小细胞癌的侵蚀,曾健壮的身体,现在骨瘦如柴。病魔已让他心肺衰竭,奄奄一息。有根呆然地望着徒空四壁,麻木的身体好长时间才动得一下。他知道自己是熬不过去啦,弥留的时间也不太多啦。恍惚中,心里放不下的惦记,让他在有气无力中得到回光返照。有根用僵直的手碰了碰床边的婆娘草香,断断续续地说道:“娃儿妈,家里穷呀,这辈子你跟我受了太多 In the countryside, it is time to prepare for farming. Lying in the cobweb wood bed without Mo root, can no longer withstand the erosion of small cell lung cancer, has a strong body, and now scrawny. Disease has made him heart and lung failure, dying. There are roots staring blankly walls, numbness of the body for a long time before moving about. He knows he is boiled over, dying time is not too much. Trance, my heart can not let go of mind, let him get back in powerlessness. There are roots with stiff hands touch the bedside of the bride and mother, said intermittently: ”Waner Mom, poor home, in this life you and I have been too much