她确实有点太老了,连迈步都很艰难,但她每天都要儿子把她从土屋里扶出来,坐在院子里的柳木靠背椅子上,一个人在那儿久久地眺望那座大山。秋天的大山,灰蒙蒙的,一条通往山顶的公路,青蛇似的蜿蜒着。公路上那些来往奔驰的汽车,如只只甲虫在爬行。她那双失神的眼睛,每天都要在这座山上扫描不知多少次。她不但熟悉这大山的一草一木,而且与这大山还有着特殊的感情。每当她的目光越过层层峰峦,射向那山坳坳时,就勾起了40 She was indeed a bit too old, and even her steps were tough, but every day she asked her son to help her out of the earth house and sit on the backrest chair in the yard, where a man looked long over the mountain. Autumn mountain, gray, a road leading to the Peak, like snake snake meandering. Mercedes-Benz car on the road between those who, such as only beetles crawling. Her flirtatious eyes scanned the mountain every day for unknown times. Not only is she familiar with this mountain, but she also has a special feeling with this mountain. Whenever she glanced across the layers of ridges and crests, shot up to the col