家中有不少老照片。最古老的一张是属于妈妈的奶奶的,也就是我的外曾祖母的。她一脸安详地面对镜头,黑白照片略微泛黄,却丝毫无损她的雍容气度。每当母亲提起她时,总有十分的崇敬。在那物质匮乏的年代,她从香港给家里捎回了不少好东西。母亲一脸自豪地叙说着家里拥有全村第一台黑白电视机、晚上引来全村人的大集会的故事。诸如此类的尘封往事总能带来一段温馨的记忆,当然还有那逝去的伤痛。她的照片不多,屡次搬家之后便只剩下这张了,我们的万千思绪,便全由这照片来承托。我还见到过父母的婚纱照,寥寥几张,或是深情地凝望,或是相爱地依偎。甫一翻开,那爱意与 There are many old photos at home. The oldest one is the mother’s grandmother, that is, my great-grandmother’s. Her face looks calmly in the face of the camera, a little yellowing of black and white photos, but no loss of her grace. Whenever a mother brings her, there is always reverence. In that materialistic era, she brought back many good things from her home in Hong Kong. Mother proudly recounts the story of the family having the first black-and-white TV set in the village and the grand assembly of people in the village at night. Such a dusty past can always bring a warm memory, of course, the passing pain. She does not have much photos, and after moving many times, she has only this one left. Our thoughts and thoughts are supported by this photo. I have also seen the parents wedding photos, a few, or staring affectionately, or cuddly in love. Just opened, that love and