沉香是我的后妈。娘去世时妹妹九岁,我十一岁,爹既当爹又当妈,煮饭炒菜,浆洗衣服,忙完田里忙地里,忙得像个陀螺。爹老得很快,额头上的皱纹如刀刻斧凿一般,道道皱纹储着沧桑和凄苦。我说,如果有合适的,娶个后妈吧?这样对你对我们姐妹都好。爹不语,只是吧吧吧地抽着叶子烟。用力过猛,岔了气,爹剧烈地咳嗽起来。烟柱从鼻腔里乱突乱飞,鼻 Incense is my stepmother. My mother died when my sister was nine years old, and I was eleven years old. Both my father and my mother were both cooks and cooks, and finished my busy day in the fields. Dad old quickly, his forehead wrinkles, such as knife-chisel general, roundabout wrinkles store vicissitudes and miserable. I said, if appropriate, marry a stepmother, so you are good for our sisters. Dad does not speak, just bar bar smoking leaves. Excessive force, bifurcating, father coughed violently. Smoke from the nasal chaos flying fly, nose