母亲坐在黄昏的阳台上,母亲的身影淹在一层夕照的金粉里,母亲在给我折叠晾干的衣裳。她是来我这里看病的,看手。她那双操劳一生的手,因患风湿性关节炎,现已严重变形。我站在她身后看她,我听到她间或地叹一口气。母亲在叹什么呢?我不得而知。待她发现我在她身后,她的脸上,立即现 My mother sat on the balcony at dusk, my mother’s figure was buried in a layer of evening golden powder, and my mother was folding clothes for me to dry. She is here for me to see the doctor. Her lifelong hands were severely deformed due to rheumatoid arthritis. I stood behind her and looked at her. I heard a sigh. What is the mother sighing? I can’t tell. When she found me behind her, her face immediately appeared