我怕她又要哭了。她抱着我又哭又笑的样子,我真怕。今天是元宵节,别人家的小孩儿都在打灯笼玩呢,花花绿绿的,可真好看。我盯着窗外嬉笑奔跑的他们,一动也不动。窗户上似乎映出妈妈的脸了,那张我几乎不敢再触摸的脸,她脸上突兀的皱纹像我旧裙子上的褶子,稀疏而深刻。 I was afraid that she would cry again. She was holding me like crying and laughing. I was really scared. Today is the Lantern Festival. Children from other people’s families are playing lanterns. Colorful and colorful, they look good. I stared at them running and laughing out of the window without moving. The mother’s face seemed to be reflected on the window, the face I almost dared to touch, the wrinkles on her face like the folds on my old dress, sparse and deep.